FMA Fic: "Aches and Pains" 1/1
Title: Aches and Pains
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 200
Rating: Teenish?
Summary: Edward fights.
Warnings: Post-108
Disclaimer: Arakawa’s still ignoring my co-opting requests.
Prompt: From 31_days, In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
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While Edward didn’t miss his automail arm, he did miss the ability to transmute a blade out of his arm, though he’d never tell Winry that. She’d offer to replace his flesh arm with a spring-loaded knife or something, and he’d gone through enough to get Alphonse’s body back, and Al had gone through enough to return him his arm.
No, thanks.
But he couldn’t block blows as well without the metal arm. Oh, he had all his moves, and Edward sparred as often as he could. He still reveled in a one-on-one fight, whether for real or practice, and sometimes came home banged up, expecting a scolding and a cuff to the back of his head. He endured the bruises and cuts, and Winry’s sharp tongue, knowing how well she’d take care of him once she’d gotten the misplaced worry out of her system.
Winry had her own secret weapon, one Edward hadn’t realized could be used. Her scolds didn’t hurt nearly as much as the kindness she offered, caresses and gentle words to make his heart ache. No one would ever be able to make him ache as much as Winry.
And, yet, no one else would ever be able love him as much, either.
X X X
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 200
Rating: Teenish?
Summary: Edward fights.
Warnings: Post-108
Disclaimer: Arakawa’s still ignoring my co-opting requests.
Prompt: From 31_days, In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
X X X
While Edward didn’t miss his automail arm, he did miss the ability to transmute a blade out of his arm, though he’d never tell Winry that. She’d offer to replace his flesh arm with a spring-loaded knife or something, and he’d gone through enough to get Alphonse’s body back, and Al had gone through enough to return him his arm.
No, thanks.
But he couldn’t block blows as well without the metal arm. Oh, he had all his moves, and Edward sparred as often as he could. He still reveled in a one-on-one fight, whether for real or practice, and sometimes came home banged up, expecting a scolding and a cuff to the back of his head. He endured the bruises and cuts, and Winry’s sharp tongue, knowing how well she’d take care of him once she’d gotten the misplaced worry out of her system.
Winry had her own secret weapon, one Edward hadn’t realized could be used. Her scolds didn’t hurt nearly as much as the kindness she offered, caresses and gentle words to make his heart ache. No one would ever be able to make him ache as much as Winry.
And, yet, no one else would ever be able love him as much, either.
X X X