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.
literally the only good het ships are the ones where the guy is absolutely dedicated to the woman and adores and respects her and knows she’s way cooler than he is and that’s why he loves her. and also she tops him regularly
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!
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?”
reminder that Winry fell in love with Ed during his super angsty over-the-top edgelord emo fashion phase and i think that means there’s hope for all of us
FMA appreciation life 