I did another gif for this one because I enjoyed a lot doing it; I hope you like it too!
Have a good time with your family and friends and thank you so much for your support this year! I’d say it could be the best gift from this year (I’m kind of nostalgic because the year is ending)
You know how in Harry Potter if one wizard loves the other enough their patronus’ will be the same? Well let’s just pretend Roy and Riza go to Hogwarts and they’re getting their patronus shit on lockdown and the professor’s all, “Okay Riza you go first,” and she does and it’s – shocker – a hawk and everyone’s like, “Oh well duh,” and then Roy goes a few turns after her and he’s like, “I hope I get a snake or a dragon and not a horse,” but he shoots off his patronus and it’s. a fuggin. hawk. He’s immediately like, “Wow what’re the odds *nervous laughter*,” and the professor’s like, “The odds are zero,” and Ed’s a toddler but he’s somewhere off in the countryside laughing his ass off.
Winry’s patronus would be a pupper and Al’s would be a kitty but Ed’s would be a lion and he’d be so fracking proud of that that one day when he’s a senior he’d be trying to show off to some first years and he’d be all, “Yo look at how fucking rad I am,” but he’s been dating Winry at this point for like a year and his patronus comes out all blue and sparkly and he just kinda stares at it for a minute bc it’s. a dog. “Hey isn’t that your girlfriend’s patronus?” one of the kiddos would say and Ed would stupify them all and run away.
Hello! This is another one shot in @pahndah and I’s Hunger Games AU. This one is essentially somewhat of a re-telling of this scene from Catching Fire (with some slight divergences). For those not familiar with the Hunger Games canon, the characters are currently in the third Quarter Quell, wherein the tributes for the Games were reaped from the existing pool of victors. (So not everyone is between 12 and 18). Ed and Winry are from District 12, Roy and Christmas from District 4, and Maria from 7. Hope you dig it ❤
Everything about the arena is so much denser to Ed. Grief hangs in the air, molding around his body as if it’s trying to keep him in place. Every step forward, he wrestles through it, but it doesn’t get any easier. It only exhausts him.
Winry’s hand brushes his as they walk, but neither of them speaks. Right now, all of their mental and physical focus is concentrated on moving forward. Making it just one more hour so that they can strive for another hour after that. That’s all there is.
The one to suggest a break is Maria who presses her back to a tree, draping her forearm across her eyes. No one objects. Perhaps they all lack the energy to.
“Are you alright?”
Ed’s attention flickers to Winry. She watches Roy with furrowed eyebrows as he absently scrapes dried blood away from his neck with his fingernail. He sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides. They’ve long stopped shaking, but his knuckles have paled from how hard he’d been gripping the hilt of his sword that now lies against the tree beside Maria.
“She…” Roy swallows, and then his voice steadies. “She knew this was one way. I’d resigned to it the moment she volunteered.”
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