ive said it before and ill say it again. there are two things ed is good at. one of them is alchemy and the other is sheep herding. and the second one’s not even in a cool way its more like a “the townsfolk of resembool dont need dogs to herd sheep when they can have ed chase them around in the fields” way.
A/N: I don’t think I’ve ever written 900+ words this fast :’D I’ve seen some BRILLIANT headcanons by @savedbythenotepad and @sevansarr on this website (seriously thank you so much for sharing them with us!) and these two ([x] and [x]) in particular inspired me to write this fic. And since it’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world apparently (not here in Finland tho), I thought this topic would be particularly fitting today. Enjoy, I sure enjoyed writing this! @lmylovesallotps tagging you as well because of your comment.
Words: 900+
Genre: family fluff/humor maybe
No warnings (little Alan has a bit of a potty mouth tho xD)
“Alan,
please drink your milk.” Winry Rockbell-Elric ordered her 3-year-old son who
was currently happily stuffing his father’s stew into his mouth but ignoring the
glass of milk in front of him.
“No.” Alan furrowed
his eyebrows angrily and looked so much like his father that Winry was at a
loss of words for a moment.
“And why
not, young mister?” she asked, raising her voice a bit.
“Because it
tastes gross.” To demonstrate it, he took one tiny swig of the white liquid
(Winry doubted he actually even got any milk into his mouth) and stuck his
tongue out, having the most suffering expression he could pull on his face.
Oh boy.
Here we go again, Winry thought quietly, but then gave him her sweetest, most persuading
smile and said:
“But honey,
did you know the stew you’re eating has milk in it?” In her mind she added: Even
though your father almost left it out. “And so does ice cream! And hot chocolate.
You like those.”
“Yes, but I
don’t like milk.”
Stubborn
as hell. I wonder whom he got it from, Winry thought.
FMA appreciation life 