(slightly edited) chapter 3 of LCMTI is up on AO3 now!
Avainsana: edward elric
We all know Ed loves kids but what if he had to look after a kid that’s p much like him when he was younger? Someone temperamental yet smart and ambitious and very hard to keep a leash on? I feel like he’d either end up arguing with said kid 24/7 or be especially cautious to make sure they don’t make the same mistakes he did. Or both. Jesus. Poor kid wouldn’t even know if he hates them or not. One moment they’re both yelling and the other he’s teaching them life lessons.
I could most certainly see that happening. I think he’d most likely be a good mix of both of those things you just mentioned 😀 It’s how Ed works.
Love Can Melt the Ice, ch. 18
Summary: Figure skating time! Part 1.
A/N: Long time no see! Sorry about the long wait, but here it is, the first part of the “grande finale”. I can’t believe we are finally here :’) I’m so excited (and also terrified) to write… whatever it is that comes next. Some important figure skating info for those who are not that familiar with the sport: like I hopefully make clear enough in my fic, the competition consists of two parts, short skate and free skate, and this chapter has the short skate part.
This chapter is dedicated again to some of my very favorite people on this website, aka @criis55 and @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak because you guys have blessed me with so many pics, and there aren’t enough words to describe how much it means to me. You are simply wonderful ♥
Please enjoy and REVIEW because that way we’ll finally get to the part you all have been waiting for 😉 (Oops now I spoiled it)
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17
Next chapter: coming
Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Words: 2100+
Genre: general
Warnings: swearing, no news there 😀
“Brother,
you seem kinda anxious,” Al noted as the two of them were approaching the
figure skating arena. It was finally the day of Winry’s individual short
program, and like promised, Ed was taking Al to see the competition. Which of
the brothers was more nervous (about two very different things), was up for
debate.
“I do not!
You’re the one who hasn’t shut up about Mei Chang the entire morning! I don’t think we should interrupt her
today; this is her most important competition so far and I bet she is just as
focused as Winry is.”
“Since when
are you the voice of reason of the two of us?” Al frowned at his brother,
looking genuinely surprised. “Are you really the same person who left home two
weeks ago?”
“I… of
course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Ed asked nearly aggressively, his stuttering
and the red blotches on his cheeks betraying him.
“I don’t
know, maybe because you’re in looooove,” Al stressed the last word as
annoyingly as possible. “And you know what they say about love? They say it changes
people.”
“I… just…
Listen, can we just go inside now? It’s fucking cold out here.” The glare Ed
shot at Al would have scared someone who wasn’t as familiar with him as Al was.
He didn’t let the topic go that easily.
“We can,
but you can’t deny what I just said.”
“You can’t
deny a fist on your face soon. The automail one.” Ed lifted his right hand
threateningly.
Al snorted.
“You know, that sounds more like the Edward I know.”
Ed punched
Al on the shoulder, although just lightly, but the younger brother didn’t even
seem to notice. He stopped on his tracks, his gaze on a person who had just
come out from the arena through the side door only the competitors and staff were
allowed to use. She had dark, braided hair and a red (Xing’s national color)
coat covering her short, pink dress in which she was supposed to perform. She
seemed to be on her way for a quick warm-up jog, not noticing the two golden
haired boys near her. When she started running, a small bow fell from her dress,
and Al decided to yell after her.
“Ex-excuse
me, miss, you just dropped something!”
She turned
to look at the speaker and noticed the bow on the ground, picking it up before
turning her attention fully to the two quite fascinating looking boys.
“Oh! Thank
you so much!” She had an unreadable expression on her face for a moment, as she
kept taking them in. “Do I… know you from somewhere?
“I don’t
think so,” Al answered.
“Wait a
second…” She finally recognized them, and Ed swore she had stars in her eyes
when she asked Al: “Oh my god, are you Edward Elric? This is such an honor…”
Al just
stood there awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what he should tell her.
Finally, he decided to go for the truth: “Sorry, I believe you got us mixed…
I’m Alphonse Elric, and this is my
brother Edward.” He pointed at his shorter older brother. The girl eyed Ed suspiciously;
admittedly, he didn’t look his best at that moment. Everything about him
screamed he had just been in a fight; he had small bruises on his face, his leg
was in a cast, his untied hair was sticking to various directions, and the worn
leather jacket he had chosen to wear to avoid being associated with team
Amestris was hazily thrown on his shoulders.
“Re-really?” she asked, “I… always had a different kind of picture of
you in my head…”
Ed grumbled something incoherent under his breath, making Al laugh and
say: “Don’t mind him. He’s always been like that. I… I’m gonna assume that you
are Mei Chang, aren’t you?” he asked, suddenly more shyly.
“Yes, that’s me,” she admitted. “How did you know?”
“I may have watched your performances on TV…” Al answered, blushing just
slightly.
“That’s funny because I’ve heard a whole lot about you! My brother’s the captain of team Xing so he talks about hockey
and different hockey players a lot…” She shook her head and continued: “Honestly,
I can’t believe I ran into the Elric brothers right before my competition! Are
you going to watch it?”
“Yes, actually! Well, Ed here is going there to see his girlfriend” (Ed’s glare towards Al was
nearly deathly this time) “but I am really looking forward to seeing your
performance!” Al said smoothly.
“Oh, really? So, Mr. Alphonse.” Mei seemed to have lost the last of her
interest in Ed with the g-word, but instead she casted Al a curious look when
she asked: “Are you the older brother?”
Ed, who understood she was referring to his height, had almost reached
his boiling point and asked angrily: “What makes you think that?”
Al immediately stepped in: “I think my brother here is simply trying to tell
that he’s the older one. But that doesn’t matter, I got the looks and the
wits.”
Mei giggled at Al’s joke. “Alphonse, you’re too much.”
“Pffft.” Al waved it off.
May checked her watch and noted: “Hey, I should be going, but do you
think we could continue this conversation maybe once my competition is over?”
“Su-sure!” Al replied, flustered and surprised by the fact that he had
managed to attract this girl’s interest so quickly. “Where should we meet? Do
you know any good cafes or restaurants here?”
“I know
some! But I really need to go now so let’s text later, OK?” She slipped a piece
of paper with her phone number into Al’s hand. “See you soon!”
“See you!”
“How… did
you do that?” Ed asked when Mei was out of hearing distance, looking beyond
shocked.
“Oh
brother, some people just have the skill. And you know, politeness can take you
far.”
Ed just
rolled his eyes and started heading towards the front doors of the figure
skating arena.
…
Winry was waiting
for her turn in her dressing room. Even though she was nervous, a weird kind of
confidence was surging through her, making her feel less awful. After all, this
time she was only responsible for her own performance, and no matter what
happened, at least it’d be over after this competition. Weirdly enough, one
part of her was very eager to find out what would happen after that… And she
realized she felt that way because she’d finally get to know what was going to
happen to her and Ed.
Ed. She
wasn’t 100% sure if she had done the right thing by asking for some space,
because after the practices, when she was alone in her room, her thoughts
started drifting towards unwanted direction. But she tried to reason that he
needed that space just as much as she did, because admittedly things between
them had progressed fast. It would probably do good to him to have some
thinking time.
She allowed
her thoughts to drift for one more second, wishing she’d see the brothers in
the audience, before someone announced that it would be her turn soon. She closed
her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, stretched her back and arms and started
walking towards the rink. There was a mirror on her way, and this time, she
could see the swan she was supposed to be for this performance more clearly. As
she observed her reflection for a moment, she realized the white dress or the
feathers in her hair didn’t do it, it was her facial expression.
The
previous skater got her points, and Winry started gliding on the ice. There
were so many people watching her that she couldn’t spot the two golden haired
boys, but she trusted they were there. Now it wasn’t time to think about them,
it was time to convince everyone who was watching her that she was worth an
Olympic medal.
Thankfully, the routine was so familiar to her that even her nervousness
couldn’t make her forget it. Her first element was the layback spin. Winry started
pretty carefully, having just enough speed to keep the spin up long enough to
not lose points. In the story she had built around this routine, it was
supposed to represent all the confusion the swan felt when she realized she
didn’t belong to the group she was in. After that she took her first steps in
the outside world, shaky and insecure. The step sequence had always been her
favorite part, because it allowed her to express the vulnerability she herself
had felt after her parents’ death, a feeling that was difficult to express
orally.
Next came the difficult triple lutz – triple loop combination, and she
knew that if she nailed it, she’d be a strong medal contender. The landing wasn’t
as perfect as she had hoped but at least she had done everything she was
supposed to do and didn’t think she’d lose a lot of points for it. After that she
was time for her axels. That was the part she was particularly nervous about
because of the outcome last time. She knew a double axel was usually no problem
for her, but… what if her foot started hurting again? She had another
performance already the next day and she couldn’t afford to get injured…
She sighed of relief (hoping it wasn’t too obvious, though, because even
her facial expressions mattered in a tough competition like this) when she
managed to land safely, and the foot didn’t react to it in any way. Now she had
gone through the hardships the swan of her story experienced, and the rest of
her routine would be easier. The last jumps, another short step sequence, and two
different spins (that she was notably more confident about than the first one)
to finish the routine. Her smile was wide and genuine when she bowed and curtsied
to the audience. Suddenly, she thought she saw a tiny bit of gold in the
audience, not too far from her, her smile widening even more. She was out of
breath and her ears were ringing a bit, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
She knew she had definitely done better than last time.
Would it be enough, though? That she couldn’t say yet, because some of
her toughest competitors were yet to skate, and a lot would naturally depend on
her free program as well.
Garfiel came to her when she left the rink and hugged her.
“You nailed it, girl! I’m sure you’ll win this!”
“Uh, thanks,” Winry said modestly, “but I wouldn’t cheer too much yet.
We don’t even know my points!”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve seen you perform thousands of times and I
know that was one of your best ones yet. If the judges didn’t see that… they
are blind.”
Winry just smiled as Garfiel guided her to the seats where they would
listen to the point announcement.
…
“Aand Winry Rockbell’s points are… 81,95!”
“Is that good? Is that good? Al, is that good?” a very nervous young man
in the audience asked his brother as the audience around them was roaring
excitedly.
“Hell yes it is! There are only a couple of skaters in this group who
can come anywhere near that amount of points,” Al answered, happy about Winry’s
success.
“In that case…” Ed jumped from his seat and yelled: “FUCK YES! THAT’S MY
GIRL!”
“Ed, you might want to calm down a bit,” Al reminded him. “Unless you
want that reporter to find you again…”
“If she wins this entire thing, I don’t care to whom I’ll be telling how
awesome my girlfriend is.”
“Ed. Girlfriend?”
Ed’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just said, but there was
no point in denying it anymore.
“Um… I am… kinda… planning to ask her once this thing is over…”
“That’s awesome! I’m so happy you’ve finally come to your senses!” Al
exclaimed, getting a sour look from Ed.
“I wish we could go to celebrate with her,” Ed said much more to himself
than to Al, but Al tried to cool him down:
“This competition isn’t over yet. Mei’s pretty good, you know.”
…
Everyone’s points were announced, and it turned out Winry finished the
short program in the second place. Lan Fan from Xing had bested her with 0,10
points, and Mei Chang was only 0,2 points behind her. Paninya was fourth with
78 points and Rose wasn’t far behind either. Overall, Winry was content because
she knew she had done her best, and everything was still up in the air; 0,10
points was nothing in the free program event where more points were given. When
she left the arena, she felt happier than she had in a while. But that was only
until she saw a conflicting view in front of her.
Ed was talking with one of her rivals.
If there is one thing I can never seem to get enough of is ed fucking loving kids, not even his but in general (at least when they don’t make fun of him being short but i guess that changed after he had a growth sprout) i keep reading all this stories where he’s portayed as older and serious and gets shit done™️ but i really wanna find one where amidst the shitstorm a kid shows up and he pulls a 180 and goes from serious leader to dad mode and takes care of said kid as if it was his own (1/2)
Bonus points if he’s working with a bunch of people who don’t know him all that well and when questions arise as for “who knew he had a soft spot for kids?” Al is just there looking at the camera as if he were in The Office like “This people clearly don’t know my brother. at. all.” (2/2)
Ooh I really like this!! Honestly yes I’d read the sh*t out of fics like that as well. If anyone knows any fics like this, please send us links! (Who knows, maybe I’ll get inspired to write one myself one day)
Edwin/dad!Ed one-shot: Girl Issues
Summary: Ed’s son Alan has been disappearing a lot from their house, and Ed tries to figure out why.
A/N: finally! This took like a million years. I hope you guys will still enjoy it 🙂 Please let me know what you think!! (bing @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak)
Edit: I forgot to say there might be a small “easter egg” hidden in the fic, about a movie some Edwin people have been talking about lately :’)
Words: 2450
Warnings: swearing
”Hey, Ed?”
Winry addressed her husband who was cleaning the kitchen after the dinner. “Do
you think Alan has been acting weirdly lately? He’s been doing… less mechanic
work and gone out to town way more often…”
“He has?”
Ed stopped putting the plates into the cupboard and turned to look at his wife,
raising his eyebrows. “To me he has told that he’s simply taking some extra art
lessons with Mr. Dawson because drawing blueprints has never been his strength.”
Winry
crossed her arms over her chest and looked just as surprised as he did. “And to
me he’s told he’s helping out some friends who have trouble with school…
Something doesn’t add up.”
“Hmm. It’s
not like him to hide things from us. I think I will call Mr. Dawson tonight and
ask him if he’s really been at his house,” Ed decided. The conversation ended
at that point because a loud crash could be heard from the living room, and
Winry rushed to check what the twins had broken this time.
Only half
an hour later, Ed, who was observing Emma’s alkahestry studies upstairs, heard
the front door opening and closing. That let him know Alan had just left the
building. He waited 10 more minutes, just in case Alan indeed went to the
Dawsons, before dialing their phone number.
“Mr.
Dawson? Hello! I’m calling you because my son seems to have been spending a lot
of time there lately. Is he there right now?”
“No. And he
hasn’t been here for the past two or three weeks, so I wouldn’t call that ‘a
lot’,” a grumpy voice answered.
Ed narrowed
his eyes at that piece of information, but he didn’t want to make Mr. Dawson
too suspicious so he didn’t reveal the real reason of his call.
“Oh, OK. Well,
thank you, anyway. And if he shows up, could you tell him to come home as soon
as possible? Winry has a commission to finish and the twins are currently
trying to kill me, so extra hands would certainly be useful.” The part about
the twins was obviously a lie, as they were sitting surprisingly quietly in the
living room listening to their father’s phone call, but the dramatic wording
would probably get Alan home more easily. That is, if he ever got the message.
Winry
glanced at Ed curiously when he finished the call.
“So? Did
you find out anything?”
Ed
shrugged. “Only that Alan hasn’t visited Mr. Dawson for several weeks. I
thought he was enjoying his classes!”
“I thought
so too,” Winry said, getting more and more confused.
“Did you
talk to any of his friends?” Ed asked then.
“I just saw
Jack, that boy from his class, down the street, and he said that if Alan had
been helping someone, he certainly wasn’t among them. But you know, to me it
sounded like he was hiding something from me.”
“Great,” Ed
sighed. “So he’s been lying to both of us. What do we do about this?”
“I guess we
should get him to talk. But how do we do it? He’s got your blood in him, you
know.” Winry threw Ed a sly look that Ed had seen quite many times during their
years of marriage.
“And what
is that supposed to mean?” Ed pretended to be hurt by Winry’s implications.
“Just that
you have never been very good at expressing yourself, honey.” Ed snorted, because Winry and he had never been ones for pet
names. “But also, since he’s more like you than you probably realize, you
should be able to figure out the best way to make him open up. Was there
anything that managed to crack your shell open when you were a teenager?”
Ed leaned
his jaw against his hand, seeming to consider Winry’s question. His face seemed
to have gotten some extra color when he spoke.
“Well,
after the Promised Day… There was this girl who had been my friend since
forever… She had even built me an automail leg and arm, so I could function… I
knew she was upset because I couldn’t tell her what was happening in my life,
but after the Promised day, when I felt it was safe to tell her everything… it
was easier than I thought. Why? Because she made me feel she cared.”
“Ed… that’s
very sweet of you…,” Winry said, completely surprised by her husband’s words
and blushing slightly. She let her hand linger on his shoulder for a moment
before continuing: “Anyway, I guess that means you should show that you do care
about his wellbeing. I mean, deep down he must know that already, but you know,
sometimes it’s good to say it aloud. He’s in a difficult age, but I know he
really respects you and values your opinions.”
“I hope so,”
Ed grunted, not quite believing her.
Until that
moment, the twins who had been listening the whole time hadn’t said anything,
but suddenly the 4-year-old Henry blurted: “We heard brother talking with big
sissy today! He told her to ‘dis… tract you’, whatever that means, while someone
comes to get him with a motorbike!”
“Really?”
Winry asked, her eyebrows raising probably higher than the twins had ever seen.
“Those two are almost as bad as… oh, never mind,” she added quickly when she
saw the twins staring at her intensely.
“So that’s
why Emma was so eager to show me what she had learned with Mei… She’s usually
not that enthusiastic about it,” Ed
noted.
“Makes perfect
sense. Hey, my little king and queen,*” Winry ruffled her kids’ hair, “you didn’t
happen to hear where they were planning to go?”
“No, mum,”
the twins said in unison. “But I bet Emma knows!”
“We’ll just
have to ask her, then.”
“No, dad, I’m
not gonna tell you where Alan is. One, because I don’t know it either since they
change their meeting place regularly, and two, because it’s none of your
business.”
Emma took a
book from her bedside table and pretended to be interested in it instead of
looking at her father’s stare. Even though it didn’t work quite as well against
her as it once used to, she still felt slightly bad about hiding things from
him. Alan was right, though, their parents were too curious for their own good.
“Fine, then.
Can you at least tell me with whom he is?”
Emma was
positive her father would use what he liked to call “Elric telepathy” on her if
she didn’t talk, so she let a little huff from her mouth and said:
“He’s gonna
murder me, but… you would find out eventually if they continue doing this. You’re
not gonna like this, dad…”
“Emma, just
tell me already.” Ed was starting to show signs of losing his patience. Even
though he had calmed down after having his children, the old temper still
raised its head when he was truly annoyed or frustrated.
“Remember
how Mei’s niece from Xing came to visit her and Al a couple of months ago
because she wanted to learn more about Amestris and alchemy?” Emma asked,
trying to be nonchalant but failing at it.
“Yes, wasn’t
she Ling’s daughter?” Ed asked, not understanding why Emma had started talking
about her. “Didn’t she have all those guards behind her all the time because
she’s the daughter of the Emperor?”
“You are
right, she was… Well, what you probably don’t know is that she decided to stay
here in Amestris. She’s been trying to keep a low profile because she doesn’t
want the media to follow her.”
“OK, but
what does this have to do with Alan? I don’t get… OH!” The pieces of the puzzle
started finally clicking in Ed’s head, and Emma could see his face taking a more
and more dark red shade as he processed the information. “Are you telling me…
my son… is seeing… that bastard’s heir?!”
“I told you,
you wouldn’t like it.” Emma shrugged. “I thought you and the Emperor were
friends, though? Doesn’t he always send you presents on holidays and stuff?”
“Damn right
he does,” Ed suddenly stopped caring that he was talking to his daughter, “but
that’s only because I once had to pay for a hell of a lot of food for him. He owes me.”
“Whatever
you say…” Emma rolled her eyes. “Listen, please don’t be too hard on Alan. From
what I’ve seen, they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, and Zhi is a nice
person.”
“Fine. But
I’m still gonna talk with him.” Under his breath, he mumbled: “what if they
decide to get married? What if my son becomes a prince? What if…”
“Um, dad, I
don’t know what you had in your mind when you were 15 but I really don’t think
they are thinking about marriage yet,” Emma said, amused by her father’s
exaggerated reaction.
“When I was
15, I was trying to save our entire country from Homunculi so it was a bit
different!”
“Based on
your stories, you were only trying to save Uncle Al, dad, and everything else
just happened by accident.”
“That…
might be true, but you shouldn’t say it aloud, Emma,” Ed gave her a fake hurt
look. “I still punched the god on his face!”
“Whatever,
dad.” She took her book again and hid her face behind it. “Just… could you go
now so I can continue reading in peace? I have a test tomorrow I need to study
for.”
“Would you
like me to help?”
“Just go,
please!”
Ed and
Winry had already put the twins into bed when Alan showed up at home again. Winry
remained calm on the surface even though Ed knew she must have been sizzling
underneath her cool cover. She had always hated it when he and Al had hidden
something from her and now, they were talking about their 15-year-old son… Ed guessed
that it was normal teenagers acted that way, but that didn’t mean he liked it. He
suggested Winry go to check on the rest of the kids while he’d deal with Alan.
“Alan, can
we talk?” Ed asked, barely able to contain his annoyance. Alan looked like he
sensed his parents had found out something, the guilty expression Winry had
seen on Ed so many times giving him away.
“Now? Dad,
I’m hungry as fuck, haven’t eaten anything since lunch so can I at least grab a
bite first?”
“What’s with
that language, young man?” Ed asked disapprovingly.
“Please,
like you weren’t the one who taught me that word…” That was the truth, but Ed
wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.
“I’ve
always told you to not do what I do,
not the other way around…”
“Right…
Well, since you clearly aren’t allowing me to eat, you might as well get into
the topic.” Alan crossed his arms just like his mother had a little bit
earlier. That amused Ed a bit.
“We can
always talk about it in the kitchen,” Ed noted, a small smile spreading on his face.
“So… what
was it you wanted to talk about?” Alan asked when he had a full bowl of stew in
front of him.
Ed looked
serious again. “I think you know. Don’t think we haven’t noticed your
disappearances lately.”
“But I’ve
been…”
“We know
you haven’t been where you were supposed to be. I talked to Mr. Dawson today
and he told me you haven’t visited him for several weeks.”
“I’ve…”
“Listen,
the sooner you admit it, the better. Do you want me to know the real story or
the vague one Emma told me?”
“She told
you about Zhi? Damnit, I’m never telling her anything again.”
“I think
you are missing the point there, son.”
“Fine,” Alan
finally admitted, as he was lapping the stew into his mouth. “Yes, I’ve been
hanging out with Mei’s niece… who also happens to be the Xingese Emperor’s
daughter.”
“And…?”
“And what?
What are you expecting me to tell you? That she’s pregnant? That we are about
to announce our engagement any day now? That I’ve decided to move to Xing and
leave my family behind forever?”
“None of
those things are true, right?” Ed raised his eyebrow suspiciously.
“Of course
they aren’t! I like her, and we have a lot of fun when we are hanging out… But
I do realize that she’s a princess from another country. And she knows the
realities too. She’s gonna have to go back eventually. And when she does, she
is in the constant focus of her people. That is not something I’ve ever
imagined going through, but why does it have to mean I’m not allowed to enjoy
this moment? I knew you guys would react badly to this, that’s why I didn’t
tell anything.”
“Now we
finally got to the root of the problem,” Ed said. “I don’t mind you hanging out
with this Zhi girl… the princess… whatever… But I am upset that you have been
lying to us for a long while now.”
Alan couldn’t
help but roll his eyes in annoyance. “Like you’ve never had any secrets yourself…”
“I admit
that when I was your age, I hid a lot of things from your mother, because I
wanted to keep her safe… But I regretted it a lot. I could see she hated it,
and it made me upset too. After the Promised Day, I was so relieved because I
could finally share everything. I think it made our relationship stronger too.”
Ed sighed before adding: “I’m not good at these things, but what I’m trying to say
is that please don’t hide things from us just because you think we might not
like what you are wanting to tell us. We are here to support you.”
“Dad, thanks…
And sorry… for not telling you.”
“No problem, son. I’m just saying what I wish my father had once told me.”
“Oh…” Alan
hadn’t heard his father talking about his father a lot. He had just always
assumed they had had a bad relationship. And this proved he had been right.
“So, now
that we have dealt with that…,” Ed spoke suddenly, “about this Zhi girl… how
far have you gone with her? Do I need to have the talk with you?”
“Dad, stop
being so embarrassing!” Alan screamed and jumped off his chair. “I’m not gonna
talk about that with you! Uncle Al or even the Emperor of Xing would give
better advice than you!”
“Hey, take
that back!” Ed growled, but Alan had already run away from the kitchen, and he
was left to fume with anger on his own.
*Names Erika and Henry both mean rulers and I have a headcanon that the twins indeed are the rulers of the Rockbell-Elric household even though they are all a pretty strong willed bunch.

Sometimes this happens during their shared practices…

For @drrockbell and @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak because… I think you recognize the scene (I just had to after seeing that gif)
Love Can Melt the Ice, ch 17
A/N: 17 chapters already? Wow. And I have all you lovely people to thank for that, this fic wouldn’t exist without you guys 🙂 I keep saying that this fic is gonna end soon but now I’m almost certain there’s only the “grande finale” left (it will probably be 3 chapters, lol). If someone wants to help me to write figure skating, hit me up. Enjoy and please review because that way you’ll get the grande finale (and MAYBE even the thing you all have been looking forward to, but NO PROMISES) faster :’) BTW, if you haven’t read my companion piece A Letter to Winry yet, I do recommend reading it because it might have a role later in this fic.
Ps. Thanks again for everyone who’s been drawing stuff for this fic, you guys are incredible!
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16
Next chapter: [x]
Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Words: 1300+
Genre: general?
Warnings: mention of a miscarriage
”Isn’t it my
old student Edward? It’s been a long while.”
Like he had
decided earlier that morning, Ed called to the most maternal person he had in
his life. She was Izumi Curtis, his old “nanny” and teacher. Izumi was very
strict when it came to training and household work, but she was also someone whose
opinion Ed respected, and whose relationship with her husband was probably the
longest and healthiest one he knew. Truth to be told, Ed was sometimes slightly
scared of her because of her random outbursts, but he also knew she was fair
and wouldn’t just shrug off his issue.
“Uh, yeah,
it has…” Ed couldn’t help but rub his neck awkwardly even though Izumi couldn’t
see him. “Sorry about that… I’ve just been busy. So, how’s everything in
Dublith? How are you and Mr. Sig doing?”
“The
business has been, well, busy lately!” Izumi answered, deciding to start from a
safe topic. “Sig and I are having our hands full with our shop. But why do I
have a feeling that that’s not actually why you are calling me?”
“How can
you hear it through the phone?” Ed couldn’t hide his amazement. She was obviously
right, but he wasn’t going to jump to the reason of his call that fast.
“Because
even though we haven’t seen each other in a while, I know you, Ed. You never
call people just to ask how they are doing.”
Ed had to
admit he had never been a phone call person, not even before the Nina incident.
“Ouch. That might be kinda true, though, unfortunately.”
“Yes, I
know it is. Anyway, before we get to the reason of your call, I need to ask: how
did you allow yourself to get hurt like that?! Wasn’t playing at the Olympics
your dream even before I left your home? Didn’t I teach you to always watch
your back?”
Even though
Ed knew about his old teacher’s temper, he was still slightly taken aback by
her questions.
“Hey, it’s
not like I planned that to happen! That guy just got mad and completely blindsided
me! Do you think I’m enjoying not being able to walk not to mention to play?”
“You’re
right,” Izumi sighed, “of course you didn’t. Sorry, it’s been a tough few
months for us, and I got so worried when I saw you getting hurt…”
“What do
you mean with ‘it’s been a tough few months’? Has something happened?”
It was
quiet for a while. “Yes. You could say that.”
Ed felt he
never knew what to say in a situation like this.
“Uh, I’m
sorry. Do you… want to talk about it?”
“I guess
you deserve to know. You know how Sig and I have tried to get pregnant ever
since we got married?”
“Yeah, you
have mentioned it…”
“Well, I
finally did get pregnant about 4-5 months ago…”
“What? How come
you never told us that?” Ed asked, both surprised and confused. Hadn’t Izumi
just said something was wrong?
“Because we
lost the baby, Ed,” she replied with a shaky voice, even though she was trying
her best to keep her cool. “I was about two months pregnant when it happened…
And when the doctor did some tests on me afterwards, she said it would be
dangerous to try again. So, we won’t…”
Ed knew being
a mother had been a lifelong dream of his old teacher, and even though he
couldn’t see her, he thought he could hear the pain in her voice. “Teacher, I’m
so sorry…”
“Don’t be
sorry for things that are out of your control!” she said surprisingly harshly,
and Ed thought she might have smacked him had she been in the same room with
him. Thankfully, she wasn’t. But that didn’t make him any less worried for her.
“How… are
you feeling?” he asked cautiously once he was fairly sure she wouldn’t explode again.
“Been
better, that’s for sure. But we just have to accept this is what was meant to
happen. I have sort of gotten used to the thought by now.”
“Are going
to try adoption?” Ed asked, trying to think of a safer topic to talk about.
“I’m not
sure. I think… the wound is still too open.”
“Believe
me, I understand,” Ed said suddenly, to Izumi’s surprise. She didn’t know about
Nina yet.
“What do
you mean? You haven’t lost a child, have you?”
“No, I
haven’t. But I lost someone who was almost like a little sister to me, in the
worst possible way. That hit me so hard it’s partially the reason why I haven’t
really…”
“Been in
contact with us? You idiot! Keeping all that inside you is the worst thing you
could do to yourself! Haven’t I taught you anything?”
“Y-you h-have,
teacher!”
It was
silent for a while again, before Izumi said: “Well, I’m glad you came out about
it, now.”
A sudden thought
occurred to Ed: “Can I ask you something, teacher?”
“Edward, I
haven’t been your teacher for several years. You can stop calling me that. I’m
Izumi.”
“OK, Izumi,
can I ask you something?”
“I think
you already did.”
“Whatever…
Uh, so, after the… loss, was it difficult for you to communicate with Sig? You guys
are alright, right?”
Izumi
seemed to consider her answer for a moment before saying: “I admit that for a
few weeks I just wanted to hide from him, because I was so ashamed of myself and
felt guilty for the miscarriage, but he dragged me out of my room and said he
wouldn’t allow me to blame myself for it. It opened my eyes to see that he really
loved me no matter what, and eventually we managed to talk things through and
are now better than ever. If there’s something I learned from that experience,
it’s that I am so lucky to have found someone who has seen me on my bad day but
is there to support me no matter what. If you ever find someone like that… don’t
let them go.”
Winry’s
face flashed in front of Ed’s eyes once Izumi said that. Wasn’t that exactly
what she had done? She had seen his worst moments yet hadn’t given up on him. And
if Ed was honest? Even though the leg was a pain and having to watch the others
play was frustrating, he had also had some of his best moments in a long, long
while during the Olympics. And he had Winry to thank for that.
“Oh. Thank
you, Izumi.”
“For what?”
She asked with confusion.
“I think I
finally know what I should do.” He said quietly, smiling at the phone with
relief.
“I know a
lot of things, but I don’t know what you are talking about now,” Izumi noted,
and Ed was sure she was rolling her eyes at him on the other side of the line.
“It’s a
long story… Or maybe not that long… I met this girl a few weeks ago, and… we have
had our fair share of problems, but I finally know what I want to do with this…
situation.”
“You met a
girl? A girl as in a girlfriend? My tiny student really is growing up!”
“I’m not
tiny! And don’t… say… that!”
“So, tell
me all about her! Who is she? Is she an athlete? Is she smart? How did you
meet?”
“Tea…
Izumi, calm down. We met at the figure skating arena, and…”
The call got
surprisingly long, with Ed describing what had happened at the Olympics
(leaving the more private things out, though, because he felt those belonged to
him and Winry only) and Izumi asking questions, but when they were finished, Ed
felt he was finally seeing clearly. Now, all he needed to do was to wait until
Winry was ready to see him again…
Sorry NOT sorry for drawing these two 133356 times
EdWin ficlet: A Letter to Winry
Happy birthday @randomlyopeneddictionary!! I was planning to draw for you at first, but then I saw @drrockbell‘s beautiful (and sad) fic and decided that I wanted to write down Ed’s thoughts as well. And since I know you like LCMTI, I thought why not. I imagine Ed wrote this letter right after the events of chapter 16, but he wasn’t actually going to give it to Winry (hence why the language he wouldn’t use otherwise). How she will learn to know about it, though, will probably be a story for another time 😉 Stay tuned and R&R (read and review, not rest&relax) because some encouragement would be much needed.
Words: 930+
Warnings: probs a couple of swear words because Ed is Ed.
Genre: fluff
Winry,
Words have
always been difficult to me.
Even though
you already know my darkest secrets, there’s still so much I haven’t told you.
I wish I could say these things out loud, but every time I try, the words… they
get stuck in my throat. That’s why I’m writing this letter, because writing my
thoughts on this paper, I have time to consider how to express myself without
making myself an idiot or saying something I might regret soon. Well, I guess I’m
still an idiot, but hopefully an idiot you like? Even though I don’t quite
understand why.
OK, on to
the actual topic of this letter, I guess. Before the Olympics, I was in a bad
place. This is probably a cliched expression, but I was alone in a locker room
full of people, and only a couple of people (mostly: Al) managed to break
through that invisible barrier that I had created. My dad tried, my teammates
tried, many girls who just cared about my hockey player status tried. I don’t
know why I just said that, but I guess I want to be honest with you. I didn’t
understand why I didn’t like any of them, even before finding out how shallow
some of them were, but now I know. They weren’t you.
When was
the first moment I realized you were someone I should keep in my life? It was as
early as when I showed you my automail for the first time and noticed you were excited. I had never, ever seen such
reaction before. Believe it or not, many seem to find it intimidating, scary,
but you were fascinated by it. It was then I knew that you weren’t like those
others.
And even
though I acted like an idiot during and after the hotel room incident, you didn’t
give up. You forgave me and were ready to start from a clean slate. You
encouraged me to talk, and somehow, even though I didn’t really even know you
yet, I felt like I could talk to you. You probably don’t notice it yourself,
but you radiate the kind of calmness and kindness and patience that makes it
easy to open up to you.
I’m gonna
be honest with you: the accident played a big part in me speaking my mind.
Hockey is one of the most important things in my life, because when I’m on the
ice, I can just focus on the moment and ignore for the rest of the world until
the game ends. I had been looking forward to this tournament for at least two
years, ever since I got the first hints that I might be chosen to the team. When
I found out I would be playing, I felt happier than I had felt for years. You know
what happened then. I found myself at the hospital, with a broken leg and a
note that I would not be playing for several months. Hell, I felt so angry and
frustrated that I nearly broke my other leg as well by kicking it against the end
of my bed too hard. And then you showed up and I was just ready to explode.
Even though
I just said the accident played a role in my outburst, I need you to know that
Al is the only person to whom I’ve talked about Nina before you. Yeah, some of
my teammates know about that incident, but only because Roy was the first
person to come to Tucker’s apartment after… everything, and he told them
about it. What I’m trying to say is that even though the situation was what it
was, I don’t just go around talking about my stuff to everyone who walks past
me. That means I already considered you someone special when I opened up.
And then I
learned to know more about you. You organized that awesome party (by the way, I
still can’t believe someone would do that to me) and when we talked that night, I realized
you understood me better than I thought was possible. You had gone through bad
things… and endured. Gotten even stronger. To that day I wasn’t sure I would
ever be able to do the same, but then I knew it was possible. And it was you
who made me feel that way.
I can’t
believe I’m writing this, but… I feel I’ve scratched only the surface of what I
feel about you so far. One thing I really like about you, though, is your
smile. It was the first thing I noticed when I saw you skating at the practice
arena, and it was the last thing I saw before you left the room this morning.
It’s… I don’t know another word for it, so let me use this: beautiful. It’s so
determined and full of hope, two things that I really appreciate. And when you
smile, your eyes shine in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. It makes me
want to… OK, I’m /not/ going to write that down, this letter is already cheesy
enough, but it’s one of those things that we haven’t done yet. Even though we
almost have several times. But I swore I wouldn’t let myself do that until… you know. I think this letter is a proof I’m getting closer to that point.
I could
continue longer, but Al is waiting, so I should stop writing. Just know that somehow, you have managed to break my shell even though I’ve tried to rebuild it so hard.
But I’m not gonna do that anymore. It’s still too early, and besides, you need
to focus on your competition, but one day, I hope I’ll be able to be brave
enough to tell you this: I’m falling for you too.

