Her Shoes
Name: Her Shoes
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Edward/Winry, hints of daughter.
Summary: Post manga; Edward was always tripping over her damn shoes...
Author's Note: Yes? No?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA...grrrr.
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“Fuck…! Evelyn!”
Sighing, the pale haired woman looked up from the dishes.”She’s not home Ed. What did you do?” She asked, not at all surprised by how easily her husband managed to find trouble. Even without alchemy, Winry stumbled upon objects so mutilated she wondered how on Earth he could do something simply by running into and/or over it. And his automail…According to Edward it ‘broke just as easily as before’.
Winry still remembered him not being able to sleep on his left cheek after he’d said that. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know he bruised just as easily as before.
“I stubbed my damn toe!”
“I swear, Ed…” Winry muttered, drying her hands off and making her way out of the kitchen and into the hallway where she found him sitting against the wall. One hand rubbed the front of his foot, the other held a shoe. “How do you stub your toe on a shoe?”
Edward scowled, “I didn’t. I tried to kick it and hit the wall instead. How it happened doesn’t matter anyway…” He said, shooing away the fact that he’d missed the shoe. “What matters is that shoes don’t go in the damn hallway where people can trip on them! I don’t know how many times I’ve said this…”
Winry laughed and leaned back into the wall, sliding down next to the golden haired male. She reached over and picked up the shoes, putting the aside where they would hopefully stay out of his way. At least for a few days anyway.
“It’s not funny, Winry…She does it every time!”
The woman smiled, placing a hand on her husband’s knee. “Yes, but there’s no use in yelling. She’s gone, remember?”
Edward sighed, taking her hand into his own. “I know, for now. I still can’t believe you let her go on that stupid trip…”
“She’s like you, she wants to see everything.”
Groaning, Edward looked over at his wife. “She’s fifteen!”
Winry laughed, “You were younger.” She countered. “And besides, her brother and Riley will be there.”
Edward rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah, just what I need - the damn bastard’s son around my daughter.”
“Our daughter.”
“I know, I know…But I still don’t like that kid around her. He’s too much like his dad…” Edward added with a disgusted face and a shudder. He didn’t think the bastard would ever reproduce, but now that he had, his offspring were just as Edward had thought they would be. Mini Roy Mustangs…ugh.
“And she’s a lot like you, which means she’ll stay away from boys for another good three or four year.” Winry said, leaning into to plant a kiss on his cheek. He returned the affection by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her gently against himself.
“I did not stay away from you for that long.”
Winry laughed. “Of course not, Ed. You were always mine, you just didn’t know it.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Edward/Winry, hints of daughter.
Summary: Post manga; Edward was always tripping over her damn shoes...
Author's Note: Yes? No?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA...grrrr.
- - -
“Fuck…! Evelyn!”
Sighing, the pale haired woman looked up from the dishes.”She’s not home Ed. What did you do?” She asked, not at all surprised by how easily her husband managed to find trouble. Even without alchemy, Winry stumbled upon objects so mutilated she wondered how on Earth he could do something simply by running into and/or over it. And his automail…According to Edward it ‘broke just as easily as before’.
Winry still remembered him not being able to sleep on his left cheek after he’d said that. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know he bruised just as easily as before.
“I stubbed my damn toe!”
“I swear, Ed…” Winry muttered, drying her hands off and making her way out of the kitchen and into the hallway where she found him sitting against the wall. One hand rubbed the front of his foot, the other held a shoe. “How do you stub your toe on a shoe?”
Edward scowled, “I didn’t. I tried to kick it and hit the wall instead. How it happened doesn’t matter anyway…” He said, shooing away the fact that he’d missed the shoe. “What matters is that shoes don’t go in the damn hallway where people can trip on them! I don’t know how many times I’ve said this…”
Winry laughed and leaned back into the wall, sliding down next to the golden haired male. She reached over and picked up the shoes, putting the aside where they would hopefully stay out of his way. At least for a few days anyway.
“It’s not funny, Winry…She does it every time!”
The woman smiled, placing a hand on her husband’s knee. “Yes, but there’s no use in yelling. She’s gone, remember?”
Edward sighed, taking her hand into his own. “I know, for now. I still can’t believe you let her go on that stupid trip…”
“She’s like you, she wants to see everything.”
Groaning, Edward looked over at his wife. “She’s fifteen!”
Winry laughed, “You were younger.” She countered. “And besides, her brother and Riley will be there.”
Edward rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah, just what I need - the damn bastard’s son around my daughter.”
“Our daughter.”
“I know, I know…But I still don’t like that kid around her. He’s too much like his dad…” Edward added with a disgusted face and a shudder. He didn’t think the bastard would ever reproduce, but now that he had, his offspring were just as Edward had thought they would be. Mini Roy Mustangs…ugh.
“And she’s a lot like you, which means she’ll stay away from boys for another good three or four year.” Winry said, leaning into to plant a kiss on his cheek. He returned the affection by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her gently against himself.
“I did not stay away from you for that long.”
Winry laughed. “Of course not, Ed. You were always mine, you just didn’t know it.”