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This year we will be bringing back the Trick-or-Treat concept, meaning you can choose to interpret each theme in a Fluffy (Treat) or Angsty (Trick) way. Feel free to specify which one you’re doing at the beginning of your content!
Here are this year’s themes:
October 27th: Pumpkin
October 28th: Magic
October 29th: Scream
October 30th: Dress Up
October 31st: Full Moon
Please make sure to tag your posts with #edween2020 or @ us at @edweenweek so we can find your creations! Late entires will be accepted for a week after the event ends.
Themes + additional rules can be found here!
We can’t wait for all your lovely Edween work this year!
600ish words of brain empty fluff for @edweenweek theme 1: pumpkin! 🎃
“When you said to come visit you in Rush Valley this is not what I was expecting!” Ed has to yell to be heard over the din. It’s worse than that bazaar in Xing which he’s still mostly convinced Ling had only brought him to as a prank.
Winry apparently sees no problem with this, because she just yells back. “Well how was I supposed to know that you’d be arriving at Halloween? Weren’t you supposed to be back from Creta one month ago!”
“Hello-who? And I can’t help that there were like two separate international incidents – which I mostly helped to solve, not cause, before you say anything.”
Winry graces him with brief skepticism before her expression melts into a grin, and she slows down so Ed can actually walk beside her instead of being dragged along. “At least Major Hawkeye didn’t have to pay your ransom this time, so that’s improvement.”
She dodges out the way of Ed’s elbow jab, and he grumbles. “That was one time, General Lazyass was half the reason I even got into that mess, and anyway they already laughed at me over it the last time I was in Central.”
“Did they now?” The light dancing in her eyes is about as cheerfully unholy as the mechanical bats – bats!? – flapping their wings on the rooftops around them, and Ed still has absolutely no fucking idea what festival he’s walked in on, but he’s pretty sure Rush Valley has taken it to technical extremes either way.
“Yeah. Y’know, the thing where Hawkeye doesn’t twitch a muscle and Mustang keeps talking all stern but you can tell they’re cracking up inside?”
“Yeah,” Winry agrees, serious, like he can’t tell she’s snickering silently too. But any complaint he’d been about to make is derailed by her next words. “Luckily, that means you’re just in time to be my opponent for this year’s carve-off!”
Ed feels his brain stutter: blip, blip, bloop. “Carve-what.”
How does Rush Valley manage to still be one of the strangest places in all the countries he’s travelled? Is it something in the water here? Would a valley full of alchemists be just as weird?
…never mind that last one, actually. It would’ve imploded first.
“Pumpkins, duh,” Winry says breezily, like it was something you could take for granted in a community with scarily sharp surgical tools and few qualms about applying them. “It gets messy real quick, so the judging’s always done two by two.”
“And so you conveniently signed me up?”
“Paninya got a lifelong ban after she blasted a pumpkin with her leg cannon, see. Which reminds me – no alchemy for you either!”
Ed splutters his way out of pumpkin gargoyle imaginings. “And why not!?”
“Do you want a repeat of That Incident?”
“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific–”
“–yeah, that time when we had to spend three hours cleaning tomato guts off the kitchen cupboards because you thought you could alchemise your way out of cutting vegetables for the stew!”
“That was…” Ed wisely swings his mouth shut before he can say only because the onions made me tear up and lose focus, but from Winry’s look she knows full well anyway.
Though she at least lets it pass, jabbing his chest with a finger. “And if it’s against you, it’s either my skill or my automail, so I win both ways!”
Yep, that glee is definitely reaching unholy levels. “Putting the win in this Hallo-whatever thing, huh,” he sighs theatrically, but lets her drag him off into the crowd anyway.
There probably were worse ways to make up for being one month late, after all.
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its edween 2020, babey!
prompt: full moon
summary: It's your usual boy-meets-girl, girl and boy fall in love, happily-ever-after kind of story. Except the girl is an ancient vampire and the boy doesn't know what the hell he is, and maybe they're not in love yet...but they're sure as hell in something.
It might be trouble.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell
On Halloween night, Ed wanders into the forest behind his house to get out of handing candy out to the little kids. But the night is young and something is afoot. He strays off of the path for a moment and goes into the fog, only to get terribly lost. And stumbles into something that he probably shouldn't have.
another 1k of brain half-empty fluff for @edweenweek theme 2: magic! 🎩
a loose continuation of the previous one
Winry’s almost done packing her supplies back into their emergency bag (and jeez, only Ed would manage to make it necessary to keep a kit on hand for actual minor-to-major catastrophes during a semi-honeymoon trip) when she feels a tug on the bottom of her coat.
She tucks the last roll of bandages away and looks down to find a small girl staring up at her with wide eyes.
Mixed ancestry, Winry tentatively guesses, though she doesn’t become certain of it until the girl starts talking – in Amestrian, thankfully, because Winry hasn’t learned Ed’s knack for absorbing new languages like an aggressive sponge.
“Miss? Can ask you something?” The words are uncertain and halting, but more clearly enunciated than most of the Amestrian speakers they’ve met in Drachma so far; Winry chalks it up to possibly having one mostly-Amestrian parent.
She latches the bag closed before crouching down to the girl’s eye level, which also lets her do a quick once-over for injuries. “Are you hurt?” she asks, repeating it in Drachman for good measure. (It’d been one of the two dozen phrases she’d made Ed and Al teach her in every language and dialect they picked up while travelling, especially now that Rush Valley was seeing more and more visitors from abroad.)
The girl shakes her head, and Winry smiles in relief. She hadn’t looked injured, either, but fur coats could hide many things, never mind that it wasn’t even properly winter yet.
“You know he?” the girl asks, increasingly confident now, and Winry follows her pointed finger to see a figure in red – Ed standing near the wall he’d transmuted earlier to divert most of the avalanche around the town, in the middle of a surprisingly spirited discussion with several of the townspeople.
From the looks of it the talk is either about any other stopgap measures they could put in place while waiting for official help to arrive, or about fighting bears barehanded in the mountains.
It’s hard to tell; Ed’s clearly very into the topic, judging from the enthusiasm with which he’s flinging gestures around, but then again both of those options would excite him anyway.
Nerd. Winry can’t help the fond sigh.
He looks over then, an eyebrow-raised wave – need help? – and Winry shakes her head and smiles an okay back at him before looking back down again.
“Yes, I know him,” she tells her inquisitive visitor, who brightens visibly.
“That…” she trails off for a moment, fumbling for words, before just cutting to the chase and clapping her hands together with a whoof of thick gloves. “Is magic?”
“Magic?” Winry echoes, half-dumbfounded and half-bemused, because – yeah, she can totally see how the transmutation might’ve looked that way, to anyone who wasn’t used to Ed saving the day on the way to lunch.
…and that thought in turn brings her up short, because alchemy hadn’t been one of the words she’d asked Ed for. Does Drachman even have a word for alchemy? Alchemists don’t seem that common here, not like in Amestris and not the way Al had described the alkahestrists in Xing, though she’s vaguely aware that Drachman does have words loaned from Amestrian (like automail, for starters). Maybe this is one too?
“It’s alchemy…?” Winry hazards, but the girl only blinks back in confusion; clearly she hasn’t had reason to learn this word in Amestrian, and if there’s a Drachman term for it, it’s not close enough to ring a bell either.
Dammit. Maybe she really should have called Ed over.
“Um.” Winry flounders for a moment before deciding to go with it anyway. “A bit like magic?”
“Magic!” the girl cheers.
………which is when Winry remembers that the only reason they’d gotten permission to even come to Drachma was by swearing up and down that Ed is visiting purely as a civilian, not as a military-contracted once-state alchemist, and this might’ve been justifiable as a literal emergency but if rumours of some strange magic-using Amestrian start making the rounds, she’s pretty sure General Armstrong will personally make blades out of the peace-treaty-in-progress and challenge them to a sword fight on the spot.
And Ed might totally be keen to take up that gauntlet, but Winry definitely isn’t, thank you very much.
“But keep it secret, okay?” she adds post-haste, pressing one gloved finger to her lips in what she hopes is a universal gesture.
The girl giggles and nods, but from the way she claps her hands together again as she runs away, Winry isn’t terribly optimistic about the news not getting around.
Oh well. At least she tried.
(“And so we probably need to call Colonel Miles and ask him what would make a good apology present for General Armstrong,” Winry concludes when she’s recounting this to Ed over their belated lunch.
“Just send her a pumpkin. Fill it with flowers or somethin’,” Ed says around a forkful of food, waving a careless hand. “Festive greetings courtesy of the reigning carve-off champion.”
Winry snickers despite herself at the horrifying mental image. “Not technically, since we’re not participating this year.”
“What d’you m– oh damn, it’s the end of October already? I hadn’t even realised,” he mumbles, chewing contemplatively as he looks at the snow all around them. “What if I sent them a pumpkin made of ice? That’s gotta score some bonus points for cool.”
…not an intentional pun, Winry judges, so she lets it slide. “It’d melt even before it got halfway to Rush Valley.”
Ed’s grin gains a dangerous and foreboding edge. “Eh, I’ll figure something out.”
That be right back, gotta go the library and break the laws of the universe tone, on the other hand, is definitely intentional. “I’d better not wake up to pumpkins everywhere around that cottage we’re renting, it’ll scare the neighbours.”
“I’m offended you think I’d go for quantity over quality, Win. Really. It wounds me,” he laments, never mind that it doesn’t work at all with that maniacal look still on his face, and Winry resigns herself to the inevitable with a sigh.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Edward Elric & Winry Rockbell
Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell
To a tin soldier, time doesn’t exist. The only time that they truly know is that of the child that plays with them. Much like any other toy, their world revolves around a child. They know when the child is asleep, when the child is at school, and when the child is doing chores that they don’t want to do but their parents will ground them if they don’t. Toys also know that time is completely suspended when the child is playing with them, using their imagination to create worlds and stories without number.
So to Edward, this was normal. All he needed was for a child to pick him up again. Not that he was ever played with before, but he was still a toy. So he waited. On the bottom of the ocean floor he waited, slowly sinking into the sand with the shifting currents.
An Edwin retelling of Hans Christen Anderson's "The Steadfast Tin Soldier."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell
Ed closed his eyes, letting her expertise take over. His brain was still trying to process everything she had said, however. “Wait. Spell as in witchcraft? You’re a witch?”
Winry sighed. “You say ‘witch’ like it’s a bad thing.”
Or, on their way to a costume party, Ed realizes something about Winry that he honestly should have known by now.
