“Don’t worry about me, Ed.” Winry gave him a comforting smile as they neared the stairs that led to the roof. “I’ll be fine. Dr. Marcoh and Mei will be coming with us so I’m not going to be completely alone. And I promise,” she winked, causing him to blush a little, “if Scar goes against his word at any time during our journey back to Briggs, I’ll strike him with my wrench as hard as I can.” She waited a beat and added, “Is that more reassuring?”
“No,” Ed feigned a frown but then smiled. “But it does make me feel a little bit better at least.”
“Good,” the mechanic beamed, glad she was able to cheer him up a little. They approached the bottom of the stairs, but though the others had already started their ascent, she couldn’t get herself to move further than the third step. “Ed?”
He was standing right next to her on the other side of the stairs, facing the opposite direction. He was so close to her, but he felt so far away in that moment. Goodbyes were absolutely the worst.
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i sometimes am convinced my readers are telepathic and will guess plot points from the playlist. that is. obviously assumptive in and of itself cause idfk if anyone listens to the playlist. BUT. with that said. spoilers for future chapters under the cut!
one subset of songs on there are ones dedicated to the complicated feelings envy and ed specifically will have once they find out they are blood related.
overall a lot of the fic itself is dedicated to this, and envy’s redemption as a character despite all the harm he has perpetuated. this has been something that has changed a lot since the fic’s inception. it is obviously still an edling fic, but there is an emphasis of the ed & envy as well, more so than i had originally intended.
one song in particular dedicated to their relationship is into the open air from the brave soundtrack (by birdy and mumford and sons), for these lines:
I tried to speak to you every day
But each word we spoke, the wind blew away;
Could these walls come crumbling down?
I want to feel my feet on the ground
And leave behind this prison we share
Step into the open air
the first two lines are for after they are both aware but can’t quite acknowledge the reality of it, even though they need to more with every next day. the third line is them needing and wanting to talk about it. the fourth line is more for envy, and the desire he has to be treated like a real person and not a figurehead. aaaand the last two lines are the desire they both ultimately have to break away from the horrid system in xerxes.
i seriously doubt any of you guys are here for freedom bound posting but i think all my friends on discord are sick and tired of me running my trap about it so im going to start doing that more on here i think
“Kek,” laughed Hohenheim. “I’ve lived for almost 500 years and I’ve never seen a more pathetic excuse of a human being than you.” he screamed while flexing, guys, gals and non-binary pals of all ages swooning at the sight.
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Haha…no, I didn’t. Big surprise, right? I’m surprised anyone cares, but since you asked here’s an excerpt of my role reversal fic.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes squeezed shut. A cry gathers in the back of his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”His mistress is exhausted, barely able to move, and yet she raises a shaky hand.Strike me, he thinks. I deserve far worse.She runs her thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tear that has leaked from the corner of his eye.“Ling,” she says softly, and he raises his head to look at her. He inhales sharply. The princess is smiling, as beautifully and gently as she always has. “You did well today. Don’t cry.”He cannot obey though, for a moment later he is sobbing into her lap, breathing in the musty smell of the sheet covering her legs, and cursing himself for his unworthiness.
pairing: ed/winry
rating: k+
summary: “shut up.” “make me.”
a/n: lol just finished my brotherhood rewatch n im filled w so many emotions.... so please send me prompts...
a/n2: didn’t proofread lol i just had to get my emotions out
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When they first come home, all she does is weep.
Months and months of held-in tears and bundled up sobs are expelled for what seems like forever. It gets to a point where the boys show serious concern, running to her aid as she slips into cries in the kitchen. But she smiles, choking, and musters how relieved she is to have them back.
A few days in, and she’s like a sponge; she’s absorbing every spare minute she can with them. It feels like she’s missed years with them, and in all likelihood she has, and so she sits with them, talks with them, eats with them, does anything and everything she can until she’s had her fill.
(But she doesn’t know if that day will ever come)
And she’s not alone. Al, unable to do much else then wobble around the house for a few months, stays with her when she works. He doesn’t talk much - he chooses to leave that for when she’s not using a handsaw - but he watches, and that speaks volumes to her.
They grow close, closer than even she hoped. Nights are spent on the patio, when the harsh sun has had her peace, and the discussions just lift from the floorboards. Nothing is off limits, and they go over everything. Sometimes Ed joins in, but mostly, he just sits back and listens.
Edward was... well, different than she had expected. Not that he was ever what she expected, God, no.
At first, she wasn’t really occupied with any emotions toppling the shock of just having them there, a whole body and an arm more. Yet as the awe faded bit by bit and the normalcy of their homecoming sets in, she finds herself somehow wanting more.
She wouldn’t say she was expecting romance; she wasn’t even sure he knew what the word meant, in all honesty. Yet after that longing gaze he gave her on the porch the last time before the Promised Day, she thought maybe things would be different.
While her relationship with Alphonse has blossomed into an even more meaningful friendship, things had been remarkably cool with Ed.
She gives him time to catch up with her (for once, it’s her running circles around him). She doesn’t dwell. She enjoys her time with Al, she longs for more with Ed, but she carries on, just as she always has.
God knows he’s inept with his words, and even more so with his feelings, and so she offers him her patience in return for his love.
By the time late summer rolls around, the three of them have adapted to life together splendidly. Days are no longer unsettlingly quiet, they’re filled with slight arguments and joyous laughter and constant chatter.
Ed and Winry are both as stubborn as ever, and Al watches longingly for one of them to make a move, dammit.
She’s grown restless with the stagnant nature of their relationship, he’s frustrated that he can’t muster up the courage to just tell the girl he loves that he loves her. Their skirmishes become constant and irrelevant, and it’s evident to both parties why, but no one is willing to wave the flag.
Things come to a head one night, when the mosquitos flutter loudly and the moon looms high in the dark.
They’ve butted heads again, this time over laundry left outside for the better part of the day. Reasons become stupid insults, and the reason for fighting becomes vague and unrelated to clothes.
Winry furrows her brow as he closes in on her. She tries not to let the fact that he stands near two inches taller than her distract her. “Oh, shut up!”
He grinds his teeth, noting her feistiness and reminding himself that it shouldn’t be turning him on, dammit, and retaliates like a foreign dignitary. “No, you shut up!”
Her eyes are alight with passion as she gets up into his face. Instead of letting the shouting match rise up the heavens, she takes a risk and challenges, “Make me.”
He freezes up for a second, pondering everything he’s ever make known to make sense of that comment. He stutters, trying not to focus on the pout of her lips but then he’s just focused on her lips and suddenly he’s kissing her, rather angrily, for the first time.
Reflexively, he grabs her arms and holds her steady. He feels her body tense up under his and he’s thinking ‘Fuck, what an idiot mistake’ and he’s preparing himself for a certain wrench to the head until she softens, moaning into his mouth and slinking her arms around his neck in an effort to close the distance.
It’s sloppy, and they bump noses, and there’s an awkward amount of tongue, but neither one breaks for air until the front door slams. They leap off of each other, and Ed jumps about a foot back. They stand separated, breathing heavily, staring the other down.
She waves her flag first (as per usual) and smiles. He smiles back, breaking the distance one last time to offer a more clean kiss before retreating downstairs to welcome whoever returned home.
As the reality of what just happened sets in, Winry finds herself wanting more.
