Disclaimer: Nope. Just the messages.
This is just an idea that sprung into my head after re-watching the 2003 series, particularly the Nina episode when Ed was writing a letter to Winry. This is going to be somewhat of an introduction. (The story is set post-Brotherhood when Winry and Ed are married before children.)
Enjoy!
Winry gasped as she stared at the pile of papers that had just poured out from Ed's old suitcase. She had been cleaning out her husband's childhood room while he was out getting groceries for her, and had been curious as to what all he used to keep in his traveling case. Obviously the necessities, but when she found a secret compartment, obviously transmuted from the leather, the mechanic couldn't resist. Instead of finding what Winry thought would be some kind of resolve reminder like his State Alchemist watch, she was shocked to find it spilling with tons of pieces of paper, ranging from the size of little reminder squares to whole sheets of the stuff. Some of them were napkins, or notebook paper, or the creamy expensive kind from military offices. Some were just torn off pieces from who knows what, since they had broken up sentences on the backs of them; a couple were sheets ripped from a journal belonging to who knows who. However, they all shared a similar trait: scribbled at the top left corner of every one was a "Dear Winry".
A sudden anger boiled up inside of the young woman. So he never called or visited, but he wrote all these letters?! And he didn't even send them! What the hell?! Sifting through the paper, Winry found that there was at least a hundred of them, maybe more. And then, the anger dissipated as quickly as it had come. So he really hadn't forgotten about me..The mechanic couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't told her about these yet, but her question soon answered by herself. Ed had never been the sentimental type. There's no way he would ever confess to writing a bunch of letters to his childhood friend and now, wife. A hand went up to her mouth as Winry giggled at her husband's childish behavior that had never ceased even in adulthood when it came to emotional things.
The automail engineer had always been naturally curious, and had already picked up several of the papers, stacking them as neatly as they would go into her arms. She tried to get as many as she could before hearing the door slam closed in the living room downstairs, followed by a loud "I'm back!". Eyes widening with alarm, Winry quickly stuff the rest of the papers haphazardly into the secret compartment, shoving the suitcase in the little crevice between the bookshelves before taking her collected papers and hurriedly stowing them away under her bedside table in their shared room. Not waiting for an answer, Ed had already called out that he was starving and that Winry needed to get downstairs to make dinner.
Huffing in annoyance, the former Rockbell grabbed her wrench and bounded down the stairs, ready to make Edward pay for his stereotypical proclamation. And she wondered how this was the same Ed that wrote all of those letters. Letters... Her thoughts did not leave the stash under her night table all night. The stash that would soon be explored thoroughly.
Sorry to have such a short first chapter, but after this one, the chapters will be about reading the letters themselves. Just to get the ball rolling, I'll probably have the first one up and posted by tonight, and I'm going to try and update every day, even though sometimes that might not happen.
More to come!