FMA: Alphabet Challenge: Down to Earth
Title: Down to Earth
Rating: K
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: She quit beliving those books a long time ago.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by teniente_ross with the prompt "knight". Spoilers for chapters 47-48 through Chapter 70.
As a side note, I am DONE with the Alphabet Challenge - this is the last fic. If you've requested a drabble you haven't seen, check the master entry to see your fic!
knight
-noun
1.champion of a cause
2. protector of women
Winry ends up being glad that she never put much stock in the fairy tales that she read as a child - her realization of her true feelings for Ed does not shake her to her core, it doesn’t put anything into perspective, and it certainly doesn’t feel like the grand, overwhelming emotion that all the books promised.
The books all flaunt their happy ending, but Winry understands that there’s no promise of that here. The stories tell epic tales of men in armor, rescuing their true loves from terrible danger, riding off into the sunset to devote their lives to each other and only each other - frankly, Winry doesn’t see the point in this. Ed’s important to her, but so is Al, and Granny, and automail.
Not to mention, Ed annoys her nearly as much as he endears himself to her.
She enjoys being escorted by Mr. Kimbley; he distracts her from how very irritated she is with Ed and his inability to check with her that it was safe to come this far North.
Winry’s not sure whether her aggravation masks or gives away her grudging affection for this dolt, but when Mr. Kimbley swings open the door and gives her the first glimpse of Ed behind bars, in stocks, one wry thought comes to the forefront of her mind before the yelling starts:
My hero.
Rating: K
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: She quit beliving those books a long time ago.
A/N: Written as part of my Alphabet Drabbles challenge, as requested by teniente_ross with the prompt "knight". Spoilers for chapters 47-48 through Chapter 70.
As a side note, I am DONE with the Alphabet Challenge - this is the last fic. If you've requested a drabble you haven't seen, check the master entry to see your fic!
knight
-noun
1.champion of a cause
2. protector of women
Winry ends up being glad that she never put much stock in the fairy tales that she read as a child - her realization of her true feelings for Ed does not shake her to her core, it doesn’t put anything into perspective, and it certainly doesn’t feel like the grand, overwhelming emotion that all the books promised.
The books all flaunt their happy ending, but Winry understands that there’s no promise of that here. The stories tell epic tales of men in armor, rescuing their true loves from terrible danger, riding off into the sunset to devote their lives to each other and only each other - frankly, Winry doesn’t see the point in this. Ed’s important to her, but so is Al, and Granny, and automail.
Not to mention, Ed annoys her nearly as much as he endears himself to her.
She enjoys being escorted by Mr. Kimbley; he distracts her from how very irritated she is with Ed and his inability to check with her that it was safe to come this far North.
Winry’s not sure whether her aggravation masks or gives away her grudging affection for this dolt, but when Mr. Kimbley swings open the door and gives her the first glimpse of Ed behind bars, in stocks, one wry thought comes to the forefront of her mind before the yelling starts:
My hero.