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scriveynerTitle: A Whisper on the Wind
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 1024
Summary: Werewolves. She couldn’t invent a nastier hex.
Winry hummed slightly to herself as she flipped the sign on the door. It was later than usual for the store to open, but most of the clientele came in after-hours anyway. The tiny little new age shop that sat tucked between a deli and a funeral parlor had two very different sets of regulars - ones who kept regular business hours and shopped for things like token talismans and books on making people fall in love … and the real customers. The real customers knew when to call to get an order of dusted faerie wings, or an ancient grimoire in a language that didn’t exist in history books. That was the real purpose of her store. The others? Just extra cash in the pocket.
It had been a good night. She’d gone out, for the first time in months, to a bar instead of tagging along (or worse, playing clean-up crew) on one of Edward’s many jobs. It was nice to get out, stretch her legs, flirt with the bartender and then go back to the hotel room of a very hot blond werewolf and have a very dirty one night-stand. She smirked a little, wiggling her butt as she straightened books on a shelf. It was good to know that she still had it - it was very easy to feel ignored when she hung out with gay guys all the time.
Although Sheska was right, she DID have a type. Werewolves weren’t hard to identify, once you knew what to look for. The right ones always had this almost puppy-like quality in human form, and it was quite adorable. They could be big, tall, gruff men or small, lean and sprightly but they all had this air of an overexcited puppy. Especially the one from last night, with large earnest eyes, he was quite the gentleman until they got back to the hotel room. She sighed a bit, perhaps she should have given him her phone number. She wouldn’t mind another night like that.
The bell on the front door tinkled, and Winry straightened. The front door was spelled so that it could be opened by certain people any time of the day, whether or not the door itself was locked, and she had yet to flip the sign to open. A familiar bit of blond hair could been seen over the top of the shelf and Winry smiled despite herself. “Hey, Ed,” she called. “Isn’t it early for you to be out?”
Edward Elric stuck his head around the bookcase. “You’re not even open yet, that’s unusual,” he said, and then sniffed the air. A strange expression passed over his face and then he smirked, clearly amused. “Got lucky, huh?”
The very thing that Winry had been extolling in her mind came right back around to bite her in the ass. “Werewolves,” she said haughtily “Don’t seem to know how to keep out of other’s business.” She brushed past Ed and stalked toward the display counter where the register was.
“Can’t help it.” Edward jammed his hands into the pocket of the long coat he wore. “Pheromones in the air, anyone with half a nose knows-” he trailed off at the icy blue stare he got and he shrugged without removing his hands from his pockets. “Whatever, I got laid last night too. It was a good night.”
“I didn’t need to know that,” Winry muttered. “Why are you here? It’s almost noon. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Edward did seem remarkably bright-eyed for someone who usually slept during the day. “Got a job,” he said. “I’m headed south for a few days, Mustang already knows about it, he’s not happy but it’s safer if I take this one on my own.” His expressive gold eyes narrowed. “It’s a wolf.”
“You’ve earned a name for yourself hunting other wolves, don’t see why this is so different,” Winry said. She pulled her stool out and perched on it. “So why are you here?”
“I think this one’s possessed,” Edward said. “And I want to cover my bases. You got any twilight ichor in?”
Winry frowned. “You just cleared your tab a few weeks ago, you really want to start this again?”
Edward cocked an eyebrow. “Oh come on, you like having me in your debt. Then you get to boss me around and stuff.”
“Yeah, and get my ass chewed out for letting a vampire and a werewolf stay in the coven’s getaway cabin,” Winry muttered as she rifled through the locked cabinet beneath the cash register. “You’re in luck, I’ve got a single bottle left.” She put it on the display case and Edward scooped it up gratefully. “You owe me big, though.”
“Sure.” Edward tucked the small bottle away in his pocket. “Since we’re piling on the tab anyway, if I’m not back tomorrow will you check on Roy? If you’re not too busy with your new boytoy or anything like that.” Edward smirked when Winry scowled at him.
“New boytoy my ass, get out of my store, Elric.” Edward waggled his eyebrows and she pointed to the door. “NOW. Or I will throw you out by your scruff.” Still grinning, Edward ducked his head and headed toward the door. “And flip my sign, too!” Winry called as she heard the door chime again.
She set her chin in her hand and sighed deeply. Werewolves. She couldn’t invent a nastier hex.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 1024
Summary: Werewolves. She couldn’t invent a nastier hex.
Winry hummed slightly to herself as she flipped the sign on the door. It was later than usual for the store to open, but most of the clientele came in after-hours anyway. The tiny little new age shop that sat tucked between a deli and a funeral parlor had two very different sets of regulars - ones who kept regular business hours and shopped for things like token talismans and books on making people fall in love … and the real customers. The real customers knew when to call to get an order of dusted faerie wings, or an ancient grimoire in a language that didn’t exist in history books. That was the real purpose of her store. The others? Just extra cash in the pocket.
It had been a good night. She’d gone out, for the first time in months, to a bar instead of tagging along (or worse, playing clean-up crew) on one of Edward’s many jobs. It was nice to get out, stretch her legs, flirt with the bartender and then go back to the hotel room of a very hot blond werewolf and have a very dirty one night-stand. She smirked a little, wiggling her butt as she straightened books on a shelf. It was good to know that she still had it - it was very easy to feel ignored when she hung out with gay guys all the time.
Although Sheska was right, she DID have a type. Werewolves weren’t hard to identify, once you knew what to look for. The right ones always had this almost puppy-like quality in human form, and it was quite adorable. They could be big, tall, gruff men or small, lean and sprightly but they all had this air of an overexcited puppy. Especially the one from last night, with large earnest eyes, he was quite the gentleman until they got back to the hotel room. She sighed a bit, perhaps she should have given him her phone number. She wouldn’t mind another night like that.
The bell on the front door tinkled, and Winry straightened. The front door was spelled so that it could be opened by certain people any time of the day, whether or not the door itself was locked, and she had yet to flip the sign to open. A familiar bit of blond hair could been seen over the top of the shelf and Winry smiled despite herself. “Hey, Ed,” she called. “Isn’t it early for you to be out?”
Edward Elric stuck his head around the bookcase. “You’re not even open yet, that’s unusual,” he said, and then sniffed the air. A strange expression passed over his face and then he smirked, clearly amused. “Got lucky, huh?”
The very thing that Winry had been extolling in her mind came right back around to bite her in the ass. “Werewolves,” she said haughtily “Don’t seem to know how to keep out of other’s business.” She brushed past Ed and stalked toward the display counter where the register was.
“Can’t help it.” Edward jammed his hands into the pocket of the long coat he wore. “Pheromones in the air, anyone with half a nose knows-” he trailed off at the icy blue stare he got and he shrugged without removing his hands from his pockets. “Whatever, I got laid last night too. It was a good night.”
“I didn’t need to know that,” Winry muttered. “Why are you here? It’s almost noon. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Edward did seem remarkably bright-eyed for someone who usually slept during the day. “Got a job,” he said. “I’m headed south for a few days, Mustang already knows about it, he’s not happy but it’s safer if I take this one on my own.” His expressive gold eyes narrowed. “It’s a wolf.”
“You’ve earned a name for yourself hunting other wolves, don’t see why this is so different,” Winry said. She pulled her stool out and perched on it. “So why are you here?”
“I think this one’s possessed,” Edward said. “And I want to cover my bases. You got any twilight ichor in?”
Winry frowned. “You just cleared your tab a few weeks ago, you really want to start this again?”
Edward cocked an eyebrow. “Oh come on, you like having me in your debt. Then you get to boss me around and stuff.”
“Yeah, and get my ass chewed out for letting a vampire and a werewolf stay in the coven’s getaway cabin,” Winry muttered as she rifled through the locked cabinet beneath the cash register. “You’re in luck, I’ve got a single bottle left.” She put it on the display case and Edward scooped it up gratefully. “You owe me big, though.”
“Sure.” Edward tucked the small bottle away in his pocket. “Since we’re piling on the tab anyway, if I’m not back tomorrow will you check on Roy? If you’re not too busy with your new boytoy or anything like that.” Edward smirked when Winry scowled at him.
“New boytoy my ass, get out of my store, Elric.” Edward waggled his eyebrows and she pointed to the door. “NOW. Or I will throw you out by your scruff.” Still grinning, Edward ducked his head and headed toward the door. “And flip my sign, too!” Winry called as she heard the door chime again.
She set her chin in her hand and sighed deeply. Werewolves. She couldn’t invent a nastier hex.
