Meme: 5 Requests

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Meme-time, since I"m waiting for football to start. :D

Warning: I've been drinking already. But that's what you get when you're SNOWED IN and there is football on TV tonight! Wheee!

The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet/haiku? of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. No need to limit yourself to fandoms I know but if I don't, I am just going to make up something ridiculous.

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(It has been forever since I wrote FMA and I'm so far behind right now. But, I love these characters. :) I hope this is even a tiny bit like what you might have wanted!)

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Winry knew what the soldiers said about her and Edward. In a way, she supposed they weren't completely wrong. She had loved Edward and Alphonse for as long as she could remember and she had known them her whole life. She remembered the way Edward's eyes would crinkle when he laughed and the way Alphonse would squeeze extra hard when he hugged.

Neither of the Elric brothers laughed or hugged much anymore. Her grandmother thought them both fools; worse, she was afraid they were damned. Winry could see the fear in her eyes. That was why she had followed them all the way to Central City.

"Winry, can't you make it stronger?" Edward demands, petulantly as she kneels by his bed, trying to repair the damage he'd done to his automail this time. Alphonse sits silently in the corner, his huge body still seeming so empthy compared to the life he'd once carried with him.

"It's automail, not a magic shield," Winry scolds back, absently. She's already calculated that an extra bolt will keep his elbow from breaking again. "You're not supposed to use it like a club, idiot."

Behind her, she heard one of the soldiers titter in amusement, but Winry ignores him. She knows that when Edward says "make it stronger," he means make me stronger. Unfortunately, there are no tools in the world that Winry can use to make Edward stronger - for Alphonse, for her, for himself - so Winry does the one thing she can think of to help. She follows him.

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That is fantastic. Just perfectly them, well done :)