yuukihikari wouldn't let up about it. gundamnook did a bit of pestering too.
To you to I say this: HA! I told I wasn't going to do the day after ( http / www . livejournal . com / users / yuuki / 78527 . html ), and aren't you happy I didn't? We're all happier this way, trust me.
And with that.. I present my crack drabble:
I will write a fanfic or drabble with the pairing
Ed/Winry
rated
PG or PG-13
and include the following things:
sparkles, automail, glove
Don't know what pairing to write?
Then let the Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing Machine decide for you
http / bitalchemy . tonakaistudio . com / pairingmachine / fma /
Once upon a time... okay, maybe not that long ago, but there was a day. A day in which Ed broke his automail. Again. And then Winry found out. Ed cringed when he came face to face with the irate Winry.
After receiving a number of bruises, as well as a possible concussion, Winry finally calmed down enough to get to work. After having Ed's obstructing sleeves and glove removed, the malfunctioning limb was inspected. The damage was so much that a whole section of the arm had to be replaced, Winry announce, prompting Ed to duck before another wrench was sent flying upside his head.
Suddenly their was a glint in Winry's eyes. These were evil sparkles, and Ed was wary. Before he could register what was happening, wires were being removed, the lower part of his mangled arm removed, to make way for a replacement that Winry pulled seemingly out of no where, obviously made to match Ed's existing automail. After a flurry of activity finished with the reconnecting of wires and a proper check to make sure all was in proper working order, Ed once again had a properly working arm and hand.
But then proof of his wariness revealed itself, for now Ed didn't just have a hand, but apparently a pair scissors, a fountain pen, a water pistol, a screw driver, and he was afraid to find out what else. Yes, if Ed knew the term, he would refer to his new 'improved' automail as a "Swiss Army Automail."
Accidentally triggering one of the other 'improvements,' Ed's confusion overrode his dismay, and he had to ask about it.
"Winry? Why is it vibrating?"
A flushed and finally mortified Winry refused to answer, so poor confused Ed never got to find out why. He's better off that way anyways.
Fin.
PS: This drabble was originally posted in my livejournal: http / www. livejournal . com / users / zrana / 167705 . html
