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28 February 2015 @ 08:28 pm
Self recs, Fullmetal Alchemist  
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Winry Rockbell/Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang (minor pairing)
Title: Miss the Girl
Author: evil_little_dog
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/93191/chapters/127008 (note, this is the longest part of the series, the entire series is here: http://archiveofourown.org/series/3440)
Rating/Warning(s): Mature. Warnings for sexual violence, explicit language, murders, canon deviation.
Word Count/WIP?: 52,278/Complete.
Recced By: Self Rec

Why This Must Be Read: Blurb: After being away for many years, Edward and Alphonse return to East City to find Winry Rockbell being hunted by a sadistic murderer. Can they find him and repair their relationship with Winry before it's too late?

This story was written in response to a variety of little challenges and eventually wound up being my entry into the fmabigbang. It is a reconcilliation story, but with a murderer on the loose, Edward and Alphonse have to work together and with Winry Rockbell, the girl they'd left behind years ago when they left Amestris for Xing. With the murderer appearing to target women who resemble Winry, the stakes are incredibly high.

The little dog gobbled up the meat, licking its teeth and lips afterward, its head tilted to one side then the other before it pawed at his chest again. Edward gave it a scowl that did nothing to deter the mutt but this was his chicken, dammit. Okay, so he'd share, but the dog wasn't getting every single piece! He'd asked the Xingese cook to make it special, something that wouldn't be served out there on the floor, the sweet and spicy chicken Edward remembered from Xing and the provinces Ling had dragged Al and him through. He was a little surprised the dog would eat it. The hot peppers were enough to make him sweat but the mutt just swallowed the chicken whole. "Bet you're gonna be fun tomorrow," Edward told it, reaching for his whiskey glass.

There was a foot in the way.

Edward blinked at the foot. As feet went, it was kind of nice, in a shiny patent leather shoe that reflected his glove. A delicate ankle rose above the top of the shoe, attached to a calf that disappeared into a frothy dress hem in dark grey. Edward found himself admiring a trim waist and hands and wrists gloved almost to the elbows. His gaze lingered for a split second on a well-displayed pair of breasts though somewhere, deep in his brain, something warned him that maybe he'd better move. He wasn't sure why just yet, perhaps that second sense that had done him so well in the past in his battles. But the whiskey he'd consumed made his reaction time sluggish, so his eyes wandered the rest of the way up a slender throat to a pair of burning blue eyes, set in a face framed by cornsilk hair.

That second sense clamored for him to move, run, slap his hands together so he could melt the floor beneath him but Edward was frozen, staring up at her. He couldn't even feel the dog pawing at his chest any more.

"Don't you have anything to say, Edward?" The steel whip in her voice lashed at him before he could react and he gaped, unable to reconcile this woman with the girl he'd left behind so long ago.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 anime/Conqueror of Shamballa
Pairing: Winry Rockbell/Edward Elric
Title: Ghost of You
Author: evil_little_dog
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/460872/chapters/1015705
Rating/Warning(s): Teen. Some violence, angst, heartbreak, character death(s) (canon and original characters). Sickness, Hurt/Comfort. 2nd person POV.
Word Count/WIP?: 18,126. Currently a finished piece, but I might always add another chapter if I get an idea for it.
Recced By: Self Rec

Why This Must Be Read: In Fullmetal Alchemist: Conqueror of Shamballa, Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric left Amestris for good. But Alphonse, dying, figures a way for his brother to return home. This story deals with Edward's homecoming, and him learning to live in Amestris again, and with Winry Rockbell, who's haunted by her own ghosts.

“I suck at explaining things,” you tell her, totally serious. “But this, this changes everything, everything I ever thought about alchemy, even after I learned what the Philosopher’s Stone was made of.” You’d told her, you remember telling her. Didn’t you? “People die in that other world, and their souls,” your voice catches. Al. “Their souls are used to fuel alchemy here. When they die, that life force – it’s fuel, Winry, just intrinsic power to make a transmutation circle work. That’s why I didn’t want to use alchemy to make the dam! I couldn’t.” You shake your head, closing your eyes tight. “I might’ve used Al’s soul as fuel for, for.” Your voice gives out and you cup your head in your hands.

The sweet-smelling steam from your tea bathes your face. You wait for Winry to say something, anything. Finally getting control of yourself, you pick up your cup, taking a sip of the tea. It’s cooled enough it doesn’t burn your mouth. You risk a look at Winry, and wonder at her expression.
 
 
 
blithersblithers on March 1st, 2015 02:29 am (UTC)
Hi! So there's a limit of two fics on the self rec challenge this month - I know it's tough, but would you please pare this post down to two fics, to be fair to the other people doing this challenge? Thanks!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on March 1st, 2015 03:02 am (UTC)
Done.
blithersblithers on March 1st, 2015 03:51 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on March 1st, 2015 03:56 am (UTC)
You're welcome!