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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 2:35 pm
I found this folder inside of my writing folder which I'd forgotten I made. Turns out, I had a bunch of lists of themes I could use for one-shots. And since I've been in desperate need of EdWin fluff lately, I decided to give the most interesting list a shot - 100 emotions. Some are fluff, some are angst. But all deal with Ed and Winry in some way shape or form.
Feel free to critique these and offer suggestions. They were done pretty quickly, but I would like to work on refining them.
Hope you enjoy!
Completed = 005/100
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 2:37 pm
001. Accomplished
Winry had to admit, she was feeling quite pleased with herself. After all, this was a breakthrough in automail technology! Of course, she wouldn't tell anybody about it yet. No, she needed to test it first before she revealed her discovery to the world of automail.
And she had just the genieua pig to do it. Edward would no doubt come back with his arm totalled in a few months. She could then detatch his arm, add on her new breakthrough, and then give it back to him. Of course, she'd need to fine-tune it before he got here - make sure there would be no flaw in the communications, be sure that the results wouldn't damage the automail.
Or damage Ed. Too much, anyways. He'd probably deserve what she was planning, but killing him was not her eventual goal. Once again, the automail mechanic grinned as she looked at her new, perfect arm lying across the workroom table, remote control in hand. With the push of a button, the arm clenched its fist, and swung itself out in a way that likely would have punched whoever was wearing it.
Yes, this was definitely an improvement over the wrench.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 2:41 pm
002. Amusement
Alphonse watched his brother quarrel with their childhood friend, a grin spreading across his figurative face. They were both red in the face, but for two different reasons, he was sure.
Winry was, of course, angry with Ed over the usual suspects - wrecking his automail, not telling her why, not telling her anything, never writing, never calling, just being a lousy best friend in general. Her face was flushed red with anger as she desperately tried to get the point across to Ed that, yes, people still cared about him, and getting in such dangerous situations was a bad idea, overall.
Edward, on the other hand, was most likely red because he was trying to argue while keeping eye contact instead of letting his eyes wander down to her lips. It was easy for Al to tell the difference. For one, Edward was failing somewhat desperately in not looking at Winry's mouth, and secondly, he was stuttering. Ed was usually very punctual in arguments, never stuttering, making his point very clear, using his phrasing to cut where it would hurt the most. But here, he seemed at a loss for words.
Which was partly Al's fault. Last time the brothers had really gotten to talking about Winry, Alphonse had "accidentally" let slip a comment along the lines of "I bet you could stop Winry yelling at you if you kissed her." Edward, of course, had started blushing profusely, stuttering similar to the way he was now. A smal chuckle rang through the armor.
"Shouldn't I have the right to know why my own automail gets destroyed everytime you come to see me!? What are you doing that gets you into that much trouble that you total it every other month!?" Winry asked him with an incredulous look on her face.
"Look, Winry. I, uh..." He was looking down at her lips again. He was also losing the argument. Badly. Al would have usually made an attempt to stop it at this point, but he figured it couldn't help to let them go on a little longer. After all, what harm could it do? Other than hurting Edward's confidence. But, truth to be told, his ego did need to be taken down a notch or two anyways.
"You what?" Winry snapped back at him. "You're sorry? Then tell me what's going on!"
Ah, yes. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, indeed.
"Um..." Ed was looking at her mouth again. Al couldn't help but mentally smirk. Was he actually going to...?
"Oh, I suppose you can't, right? Because then I wouldmph!" He did it. Ed closed the few inches that had already been separating their faces and kissed her. Well, Al had been right.
It got her quiet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 2:47 pm
003. Anger
His arm was broken, as usual. Actually, it was better than usual - just a few wires which had gotten fused together during a messy transmutation. He needed them replaced, but otherwsie, his automail was fine.
So she'd given him the typical rant about how he shouldn't transmute her automail because something like this might happen. It could have been a lot worse. Had he fused the wrong wires, the automail would do more than stop functioning. It would misread the signals from the brain, and possibly injure him. She didn't want to be responsible for that.
But it wasn't so much that he had ruined his automail that had gotten her angry. No, it was what he had said after her well-meaning lecture.
"Damn, Winry. Do you even care about what's attatched to your stupid automail?" He was talking about himself, of course. There was nothing else attatched to her ill-fated automail expect for him.
She couldn't help it. Something about that question - maybe the fact he thought she didn't care - really made her inexplicabley furious. "You idiot!" she screamed, whacking him over the head with her wrench. He looked up at her with a shocked, almost hurt, expression.
"Winry, I-"
"You just don't get it!" she said with the same infuriated tone. She could feel hot tears well up in her eyes that threatened to spill over onto her cheeks. Abruptly, she stood up from her work station and left him to sit with his "stupid automail."
He just didn't understand... he couldn't understand. The reason she cared for the automail was because of who it was attatched to. She wanted to help protect him, even if it was in such an insignificant way. But every time he came back with it ruined was a time it had failed him - a time she had failed him.
No, really, she could care less for the automail. What she really cared for was him.
But he'd never understand.
And somehow, she couldn't help but feel angry because of it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:02 pm
004. Annoyed
Of the many occupations Edward Elric had believed he might have in the future, teaching was not one of them. He had no desire to ever stand up in front of a class of little kids and try and teach them to read or some other basic life skill. He had a short temper, which was easily lit by any child between the ages of 4 and 12.
Which then begged the question of why, exactly, he was teaching now. He knew the how already. The schoolteacher had fallen ill for a few days and, for whatever reason, he'd been elected to teach the little brats all they needed to know. Was he even old enough to be a teacher? He was barely above the drinking age - did that really make for a proper teacher?
Well, maybe the drinking was a requirement. Maybe the only way to deal with the little brats was to drink their annoyances away once you got home.
Still. Surely there was someone better suited to the job than him. They all knew the basics. Hell, Ed hadn't even graduated elementary school. By the time most of his classmates were getting out of school, he was already in Central, working as a State Alchemist.
Yet the teacher, now with premature graying hair had come to him, suggesting he teach. Well, actually, she had gone to Al, and Al had said yes without asking him first.
Edward would pay his brother back one day. He just wasn't sure how yet. But he couldn't exactly go ahead and say "no" on just short notice - especially not to the teacher who used to throw chalk at him to get him to pay attention during math class. She wasn't as bad as Teacher - who had taught him alchemy - or Winry - who taught him wrenches hurt a hell of a lot more than chalk ever could - but he still was wary in angering her.
So he was stuck for the time being.
"Alright," Edward said with an exasperated tone of voice, looking at the curious faces. "So what did all of you learn last time you had class?" He was met with blank stares. Finally, one girl raised her hand and, without waiting for him to offer her permission, began to speak.
"Where's our normal teacher?" she asked with an annoying, bossy sort of tone. Ed frowned. He disliked this girl already.
"She's sick," he responded, trying to hide the irritation from his voice. "Now, what were you learning?" The students all looked at each other, as if trying to determine what to do. Ed raised an eyebrow. They were smarter than they looked. If he didn't know what they were being taught, then he couldn't very well teach it, meaning they'd have a free day. Well, he wasn't about to let that happen. The former state alchemist paused for a few minutes, waiting to see if any of the students would crack.
Nope. Not a one. Well then.
"OK, since no one seems to remember," with this, he cast a critical eye around the classroom, "I'll give you a special lesson today." And with that, he picked up a piece of chalk and began to draw a circle on the board. He could hear a few of the kids groan, while a few others seemed genuinely interested. "Who here has heard of alchemy?" With the circle complete, he turned to see everybody raising their hands. He turned back to his work and drew two overlapping traingles as well, making a star-shape. When he truned back around to see the class's response, everyone was looking at the shape he'd made curiously.
Everyone, that was, except for the girl who'd asked him the question before, who was raising her hand and staring vacantly. Ed glared at her. Seeing that she had his attention, she began to speak. "You're Mr. Edward, right?"
"Yeah," he replied dully. "Now, does anybody know anything about the runes-"
"And you live with Ms. Winry, right?" the girl asked, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. Ed was cautious. He didn't care what people said - kids were evil, scheming little creatures. He didn't trust her. She was plotting something.
"For the time being. Now-"
"Are you two gonna get married?" Ed nearly choked at this question. Kids really didn't respect their teachers anymore.
"That's none of your business." He should have just said no. They weren't even dating - they were just friends. But somehow, Ed couldn't help but hope that her question might one day be answered with a "yes."
Another girl decided to speak up this time. "Ooo... You are, aren't you? That's so sweet!" She squealed.
"What?" Edward could tell his face was heating up. "No! No, we're not!" God, he was right. These kids were plotting against him. The kids paused for a moment. Great. Now maybe they'd keep their stupid little mouths closed...
"Now, anyways, the fundamental princible in alchemy is-"
"Do you want to marry her?" Ed resisted the temptation to pull his hair out. Oh for goodness sakes. Could these kids not drop the subject? Maybe if he kept on going they'd stop it.
"-is Equivelent Exchange. You can't recieve unless-"
"You like her, don't you?" Even the boys in the class were set against him, it seemed.
"-unless you give something of equal value. For instance, you-"
"You're blushing!" This was another girl, one who was probably old enough to be leaving school next year. Alright, this tactic didn't seem to be working well. These kids certainly knew how to be aggravating.
"-you cannot change a glass of water into a tree-"
"Ed and Winry sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-"
"ALRIGHT! I give! Fine, I do love Winry! I do want to marry her! But that isn't any of your business!" The class shrunk back slightly, alarmed by his sudden outburst. This was exactly why he shouldn't teach. "You guys won't be getting married for ten more years anyways. Why should you care? Just let me teach, and then you can go on your way. Oh," he paused, chalk in his hand as he prepared to write something on the board. "And if you mention a word of this to anybody - especially Winry - I will kill you."
And the class was extremely well-behaved the rest of the day. Needless to say, Edward Elric did not handle annoyances well.
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Alphonse Elric stood in front of the school-age children in Resembool, leaning down to be the same height as them. "So, how did it go?" he asked them quietly, a mischevious grin across his face. "What'd he say?"
The first girl to speak up raised her hand.
"Yes, Mindy?"
"He said he loved Ms. Winry and that he wanted to marry her," she answered with a sweet smile.
"Good job. Now, how much was it? 200 sens each?" The children nodded vigorously, hands outstretched. Al managed to empty his wallet paying them - luckily he had enough on him to give everyone their share. They all left after receiving their money, likely to buy some candy or something. Al straightened, pausing for a moment. It was probably about time for him to go home.
Sure, maybe he was short several thousand sen.
But the bargaining power he now held against his older brother was priceless.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:54 pm
005. Anxious
Edward had seen women go through childbirth before. Well, he supposed he'd never seen the actual delivery of the baby, but he'd seen the pain the woman had gone through before hand. Still, he never could have imagined how much worse it became when he saw Winry go through that sort of pain.
He knew Winry was the kind of woman who would try and hide pain. He'd seen her come upstairs with a deep gash across her hand - likely from some stray piece of metal - dripping blood onto the kitchen floor. All she'd show for it was a small grimace as she searched for the bandages and some disinfectant. She didn't complain from the pain. If anything, she complained about wiping the floor clear of blood.
But now, tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to force the child which had been growing inside of her out through the only opening avalible. She was panting visibly, and was obviously being strained. Edward nervously glanced to the midwife.
"Is she going to be..." he started with a weak voice. Sure, he did want a child. Somebody who was a piece of him and Winry, walking around, living an breathing. But if she had to go through this much pain, Ed was wondering if he could reconsider...
"She's going to be fine," the midwife replied with an exasperated expression. "I see the head - it's almost out." Ed let out a sigh, glancing down to his automail hand, which Winry was holding onto as if her life depended on it. He wouldn't be surprised if she broke the fingers she had taken so long to make...
He then glanced over to Winry herself, who was groaning from the effort it took to force out the baby. He looked back to the midwife again, who was now kneeling on the ground preparing to get the child out as soon as possible. "Are you su-"
"Yes, Mr. Elric. Now please let me do my job." The midwife said irritabley, glaring at him for only a moment before going back to helping with the birth.
Ed forwned and squeezed Winry's hand reassuringly with his own human hand. She glanced back up at him, forcing a small smile through the pain. She didn't say anything, but Edward didn't need her to. He didn't want her to waste her breath.
She'd be fine, right? Every mother had to go through this... Still, he couldn't help but tap his foot almost impatiently, trying to get rid of the nerves. He looked down at the floor, not wanting to see his wife in so much pain.
Suddenly, he heard a wailing sound, and his head shot up to see the midwife hold an infant, still wet from the womb. "Congratulations, Mr. Elric," she said with a sort of deadpan tone of voice, which seemed to imply that yes, she knew what she was doing after all. "It's a boy." However, Edward was quick to notice that his wife was still grunting in pain, as if she were still giving birth. With his mouth open slightly, trying to word the question, Ed glanced back to the midwife.
She seemed to notice it too, yet walked over a few feet to hand Edward his new son instead of seeing to the new mother's needs right away. The alchemist held the infant in his human arm, in slight shock. He was still worried about Winry, of course, but the midwife didn't seem too concerned.
He was a father now. It was a strange feeling. He didn't quite know how to react. He sat in the chair by Winry's bed, in a daze. He was really a dad. Would he turn out to be as crappy as his own father was?
No, he'd never leave his family behind. He'd make sure his son knew his father's face. However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the midwife holding up another screaming infant. Ed blinked in surprise. Wait, there were twins...?
"Congratulations, Mr. Elric," the midwife said. "It's another boy."
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