Birthday Fic!
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cornerofmadnessHAPPY BIRTHDAY to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_little_dog & havocmangawip!!
Title --Making Up
Author--cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer --Arakawa owns them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Ed/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108
Word Count -- 366
Warning -- none
Summary -- He needed to say he was sorry
Author’s Note -- written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff. Happy Birthday evil_little_dog
XXX
In spite of himself, Ed had learned things from Roy. The shit had insisted women liked flowers and it was a good idea to have them on hand when a man messed up. The first time Ed had tried it, Winry had seen right through it, but that didn’t stop him from catching her sniffing them with a smile when she thought he wasn’t looking.
Another thing Mustang had said worked to get a man out of trouble was the spontaneous gift. If there was anything Ed believed about the alchemist, it was that he messed up with women all the time. Still, it seemed like sound advice so this time Ed had gone looking for some stupid wrenches Winry had been going on about in one of her automail magazines. He hoped Mustang was right about this because he’d get brained with them if he was wrong.
Ed had gone one step further. He had bought flowers, too, undid the bouquet and worked the wrenches into it so they couldn’t quite be seen at first glance. This would get him out of the dog house with Winry. Now if he could only get her to tell him what the hell he did wrong so he wouldn’t accidentally do it again. Another thing Mustang had been right about: women get mad for reasons unknown but expected a man to know what they were.
Taking a deep breath in, Ed hid the wrenches’ carrying case on the porch and went inside. He found Winry in her work shop. She looked at the flowers with slit eyes. “I’m sorry, Winry.”
“Flowers? Again?”
“I think you’ll like these ones.” Or he sure as hell hoped so. His head throbbed in anticipation of getting brained.
Winry took them, giving them an experimental sniff then her eyes widened as she spotted the wrenches. She yanked one free, green leaves fluttering to the floor. “The 516s! Ed!”
“They’re the right ones, right?”
She flung her arms around his neck, the wrenched bouquet tapping him hard in the back of his head. Winry sealed her mouth over his. Damn, Mustang was totally right about this tip. Ed would have to thank him later.
Title --Coffee Saves the Day
Author--cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Havoc
Word Count -- 219
Warning -- none
Summary -- It’s a bad day at the office
Author’s Note -- written forfanfic_bakeoff. Happy Birthday havocmangawip
XXX
Sometimes it seemed almost like alchemy the way a few ground up beans could turn ordinary water into the elixir of life. Havoc didn’t know what he’d do without his coffee and cigarettes. They got him through the day, especially days like this one. Mustang was in a bad mood and Hawkeye was on the warpath. That problem hadn’t been helped by that idiot adjutant to some visiting general who had suggested it was Hawkeye’s time of the month. Havoc wished he could have hit the man and he was surprised Hawkeye hadn’t just shot him. He would have helped bury the man out in the desert. No man’s land wasn’t that far Eastern HQ after all.
“Havoc!” Mustang bellowed from his office. “Do you have those reports done?”
“I have half. Want that stack?” Havoc sighed. He needed another cigarette.
“Get them in here,” came the answer.
Breda rolled his eyes. All of Mustang’s men knew to just keep their heads down when the Alchemist got all pissy. Those moods were rare, just something to be ridden out like a bad storm. Havoc darted into the office and all but ran off. He went and put on another pot of coffee on the hot pot to perk. They were going to need it before this day was through.
evil_little_dog & havocmangawip!!Title --Making Up
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer --Arakawa owns them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Ed/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108
Word Count -- 366
Warning -- none
Summary -- He needed to say he was sorry
Author’s Note -- written for
fanfic_bakeoff. Happy Birthday evil_little_dogXXX
In spite of himself, Ed had learned things from Roy. The shit had insisted women liked flowers and it was a good idea to have them on hand when a man messed up. The first time Ed had tried it, Winry had seen right through it, but that didn’t stop him from catching her sniffing them with a smile when she thought he wasn’t looking.
Another thing Mustang had said worked to get a man out of trouble was the spontaneous gift. If there was anything Ed believed about the alchemist, it was that he messed up with women all the time. Still, it seemed like sound advice so this time Ed had gone looking for some stupid wrenches Winry had been going on about in one of her automail magazines. He hoped Mustang was right about this because he’d get brained with them if he was wrong.
Ed had gone one step further. He had bought flowers, too, undid the bouquet and worked the wrenches into it so they couldn’t quite be seen at first glance. This would get him out of the dog house with Winry. Now if he could only get her to tell him what the hell he did wrong so he wouldn’t accidentally do it again. Another thing Mustang had been right about: women get mad for reasons unknown but expected a man to know what they were.
Taking a deep breath in, Ed hid the wrenches’ carrying case on the porch and went inside. He found Winry in her work shop. She looked at the flowers with slit eyes. “I’m sorry, Winry.”
“Flowers? Again?”
“I think you’ll like these ones.” Or he sure as hell hoped so. His head throbbed in anticipation of getting brained.
Winry took them, giving them an experimental sniff then her eyes widened as she spotted the wrenches. She yanked one free, green leaves fluttering to the floor. “The 516s! Ed!”
“They’re the right ones, right?”
She flung her arms around his neck, the wrenched bouquet tapping him hard in the back of his head. Winry sealed her mouth over his. Damn, Mustang was totally right about this tip. Ed would have to thank him later.
Title --Coffee Saves the Day
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Havoc
Word Count -- 219
Warning -- none
Summary -- It’s a bad day at the office
Author’s Note -- written for
fanfic_bakeoff. Happy Birthday havocmangawipXXX
Sometimes it seemed almost like alchemy the way a few ground up beans could turn ordinary water into the elixir of life. Havoc didn’t know what he’d do without his coffee and cigarettes. They got him through the day, especially days like this one. Mustang was in a bad mood and Hawkeye was on the warpath. That problem hadn’t been helped by that idiot adjutant to some visiting general who had suggested it was Hawkeye’s time of the month. Havoc wished he could have hit the man and he was surprised Hawkeye hadn’t just shot him. He would have helped bury the man out in the desert. No man’s land wasn’t that far Eastern HQ after all.
“Havoc!” Mustang bellowed from his office. “Do you have those reports done?”
“I have half. Want that stack?” Havoc sighed. He needed another cigarette.
“Get them in here,” came the answer.
Breda rolled his eyes. All of Mustang’s men knew to just keep their heads down when the Alchemist got all pissy. Those moods were rare, just something to be ridden out like a bad storm. Havoc darted into the office and all but ran off. He went and put on another pot of coffee on the hot pot to perk. They were going to need it before this day was through.
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