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Edween Week 2021!

It’s the fifth year of Edween! If you’re new to this event, it’s five days centered around Edwin Halloween content! This includes fics, art, gifsets, edits, and more! This year we will be bringing back the Trick-or-Treat concept, meaning you can choose to interpret each theme in a Fluffy (Treat) or Angsty (Trick) way. Feel free to specify which one you’re doing at the beginning of your content! Here are this year’s themes:

October 27th: Haunted House

October 28th: Costumes

October 29th: AU

October 30th: Ghost Stories

October 31st: Magic Spell

Please make sure to tag your posts with #edween2021 or @ us at @edweenweek so we can find your creations! Late entires will be accepted for a week after the event ends. Themes + additional rules can be found here! We can’t wait for all your lovely Edween work this year! Also, thank you for allowing us to have 5 whole years of Edween!

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Just a PSA that I am currently writing a fic for Edween week, but I won’t be able to post it until tomorrow. Meanwhile, all Edwin shippers, remember that all kind of Edween content would be loved :3 I know I’d be v happy with each and every entry!

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If I told you that I knew about the Sun and the Moon, I'd be untrue

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Day 3 | October 27th: Costumes

Trick (angsty) AND Treat (Fluffy)

Description: this takes place after the Promised Day and before the marriage. Feel free to choose if it’s before or after the proposal. I apologize in advance for any errors -_- A little note: as you probably already know Samhain is the original Celtic name for Halloween.

His mask was golden. It depicted the Sun.

And the worst thing was that he had chosen it.

Here's what happens when you're in love.

In Resembool there would be a ball organized for the Halloween party and Winry wanted to go there at all costs. Initially Edward clearly and categorically refused but had to surrender, exhausted, because trying to win arguments with her was a losing game from the start.

So, he had absent-mindedly chosen that mask in a shop where his woman had dragged him telling him to choose something suitable and not too flamboyant or she would have made the choice for both. In the end, he had opted for something simple, inconspicuous, that covered only the eyes and didn’t make him look tacky.

Or someone who had "horrid tastes", just to quote Winry.

Only when he opened the package he realized what he had decided to wear for the party.

He had taken it from the cardboard box and placed it on the desk, staring at it carefully. He didn’t know why, but immediately he thought of the mask that he had worn for years every day to conceal that perennial sense of anguish that, despite trying to forget, still came back to torment him from time to time, even without reason.

The way the light reflected on the golden mask reminded him of the brilliance of that automail that had been part of him for five years, and also that one which still continued to support him. The empty holes for the eyes were open windows on the horrors that cyclically haunted his nightmares.

He reached out and took it between his fingers. It was light, not like the burden he had been burdened with throughout his life. When his past returned, whether he wanted it or not, he could still feel that weight on his nerves, on his skin, for a long time in contact with the cold metal that shone under the moonlight.

He would have liked to let go of that stupid ball, but he had promised it to her and, despite the obstacles of life, Ed had never failed to be true to his word.

Never.

He placed it on his face tying the laces behind his head, then hiding them in his golden, loose hair. For a moment he found himself catapulted into his past, when he left at night from the place that was their home – once the one in which he was born had been razed to the ground just by him – wearing a coat that was red like blood.

He remembered every time he have returned home. The warm walls of the Rockbells home or among the debris of the Elrics house.

Exhausted, with no hope in his heart. Driven only by the will to redeem his sins, to lighten his soul, looking for a redemption that he had never believed he deserved.

They came to mind every time he metaphorically took that damn mask off his face with despair and horror, and he gripped his aching shoulder by sticking his fingernails, scratching his skin, almost as if he could take away the pain from himself. Together with every horrible memory.

He remembered Alphonse’s metallic hand on that shoulder, with his silent support.The alchemist closed his eyes, forcing himself to come back to the present, telling himself that those years had finally passed. They were distant, sad memories.

Just this. Memories.

He touched his right arm, still grateful for having regained it, together with his life. All that remained was scars.

Everything was different now. He was free. And, for the first time in years, he really was.

The ballast was less heavy. His heart was no longer forced by the pain and, finally, he had allowed himself to be loved. Loved by someone who had never run away from his shadows. Someone who loved him without reserve, without wanting to change the way he was. Someone who had deeply shaken his soul and had made him do things unthinkable; like going for a romantic walk surrounded by warm autumn colors.

He smiled and his old life’s memories disappeared.

They would return, he knew it well, but that night they would not torment him again.

He got up and left the house; his smile was quickly concealed thanks to just a few years of experience in which he had pretended that there was nothing but affection between them, wearing his usual mask of the unfriendly disappointed Ed, that, perhaps, was no longer credible.

He arrived in the square decorated for the Halloween party. He had seen hundreds of candles arranged along the way to get there; there were candles even on the tables full of food. They illuminated the clear starry sky with a soft amber light. The orange and black decorations, accompanied by little spiders with white webs drawn by the school children, seemed to shine under the warm light of the candles. Pumpkins carved by the peasants were arranged in every corner.

All the boys and girls from Resembool were there, masked for the dance, the faces were covered with thin colored masks. The older ones had opted for more sober clothing, but they also had a mask that hid part of their face.

He looked around without seeing her.

Annoyed, he sat at a table with Alphonse. He wore a thin black mask that concealed only his eyes just like his and preferred not to comment on his brother's golden mask.

Ed poured himself some wine and waited.

----

Her mask was silver. It depicted the Moon.

The alchemist stared at her as she arrived in the large square, wrapped in that blue dress with a cleveage that would have appeared in many of those boys dreams.

She had told him not to be flashy but she had dressed up like that! Edward knew, however, that everything had been designed by her to attract not theirs, but his attention.

Winry kept complaining about his cold attitudes in front of other people. She always told him that it was weird for her being treated like she was just her childhood friend and then, as soon as they found themselves alone, to frolick as if it was something forbidden.

She was right. Yet he felt embarrassed to show his feelings so openly. He wasn’t used to blatant manifestations of affection.

Perhaps this would never have changed.

But she had decided to give him a push that night, and he understood it as soon as he saw her.

Dressed that way, with that silver mask, opposite to him.

She was calm and bright like the moon.

The light of Ed instead was made of fire and made the steel burning, unbearable.

At that point, he expected to see her walking towards him, he would have expected to see her sit at their table throwing sarcastic jokes. He already imagined Alphonse giggling without even trying to hide it.

Instead, she gave him a challenging look through her mask and went to the other side, where he knew there was a young and attractive automail mechanic. The two of them were Resembool's younger mechanics.

He felt himself pervaded by jealousy, as usual.

How could he not be?

That guy had no shadows in his past, no giant and horrible scar, no nightmare that woke him in the middle of the night. And they also had an interest in common.

How could the comparison hold up?

But she had told him clearly that she was not interested in anyone else and that, among other things, it was full of idiots driven only by testosterone – her exact words – and she had never even wanted to hear about them.

He knew it was an irrational fear, yet he was indomitable. The fear that she might get tired of staying behind – these were his words, instead – a capricious alchemy freak.

"I’ve always loved you, Ed; you and only you," she had told him with a smile and then she had loved him with all of herself, as always. It had been their first night together. Edward felt his stomach contract pleasantly thinking about it and felt close to those idiots driven only by testosterone more than she could imagine.

Trying not to get noticed, he tried to glimpse her through the dancing people.

Alphonse, beside him, barely shook his head without hiding an irritating, amused smile.

"Something to say, Al?" He asked, trying to look more annoyed with him than with that shameless woman who made him jealous in front of everyone.

"She's provoking you," his brother replied simply.

"I don’t know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about the girl who, coincidentally, wears a mask to complement yours."

The alchemist blushed like a clumsy child. But, just as he was pondering over a pungent and sarcastic answer, he saw the two automail mechanics laughing amused. James stroked one of the long white gloves that covered her arms to the elbows.

Then Ed jumped up, leaving Alphonse to his amused smiles, and headed for them.

He barely heard the end of their amusing discussion, grabbed Winry by the hand and dragged her to the dance floor without saying anything.

"Took you long enough," she smiled, as they danced there for all to see. "James was almost out of jokes."

Despite the mask, Ed still managed to raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"He volunteered," she explained with a slight grimace. "Now I owe him a favor."

"You ... little-"

"He also wanted to pretend to bend down and kiss me. I told him not to try if he didn’t want a brain trauma."

He felt stupid. She made a fool of him. Ed should have felt offended, but having her in his arms made him forget everything. He laughed and held her tight to his body, looking at her closely.

Winry blushed, "Stop it, Ed."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

She gave him a pungent look, "As if you had seen me naked!"

The boy leaned over her. Approaching his face, he could better see her eyes through the decorations of her silver mask.

"But I saw you naked," he whispered making her blush even more.

Despite the blush, however, the blonde girl smiled and looked around, "They are staring at us. Didn’t you say you wanted to be discreet? Tomorrow, Resembool will know that we’re a couple. "

The alchemist didn’t look around, he knew that Winry was right. But he didn’t care.

From an ancient alchemy book, when he was only a child, he had learned that the feast of Samhain celebrates the death of the male divinity, represented by the Sun, and his rebirth through the female deity, represented by the Moon. In fact, Winry had literally put him back on his feet, brought him back to life; from the very beginning they had been destined to complete each other. When the Sun and the Moon unite, they create the perfect being. Even the little one in the flask was aware of it, taking advantage of the alignment of the two stars to achieve perfection.

True, during the Halloween night, a crack opens between the worlds, a weak point of which the ghosts made of nightmares and anguish take advantage. But it’s only a moment, before the rebirth.

He and Winry were the Sun and the Moon.

The Xingese Yin and Yang.

In fact, he noted, there was nothing that could be more natural for him than loving her.

"Then..." he said, making her looking in his eyes, "let's give this audience something to talk about."

And he kissed her.

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Edween Week 2020!

It’s the fourth year of Edween! If you’re new to this event, it’s five days centered around Edwin Halloween content! This includes fics, art, gifsets, edits, and more!

This year we will be bringing back the Trick-or-Treat concept, meaning you can choose to interpret each theme in a Fluffy (Treat) or Angsty (Trick) way. Feel free to specify which one you’re doing at the beginning of your content!

Here are this year’s themes:

October 27th: Pumpkin

October 28th: Magic

October 29th: Scream

October 30th: Dress Up

October 31st: Full Moon

Please make sure to tag your posts with #edween2020 or @ us at @edweenweek so we can find your creations! Late entires will be accepted for a week after the event ends.

Themes + additional rules can be found here!

We can’t wait for all your lovely Edween work this year!

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #edwin #winry rockbell #edward elric #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edween2020 #edween week #edween

Pout your bottom lip, while cracking the whip

[Just a classic, easy Halloween smut. I wrote it for @edweenweek for October 31st: Candy ...but I don’t know if it’s ok since it’s not angsty and not fluffy...Anyway, I hope you like it!]

"No." "Yup!" "I said no, Winry!" "C’mon, I can’t go alone!" Their bickering had been going on since that morning and Edward still didn’t seem to give in. "Please, they have invited us, we must go!" "And who says we must? We’re not obliged! It's just a stupid party at the neighbors'... " "But I want to go!" Challenge tone, raised eyebrow and tight lips, Winry was really too insistent when she has a mind to be. "No, we’re not going," Ed almost growled. "’kay ...," she didn’t whine the way he expected her to, it was just a bummed mumbling. Winry placed the Halloween costumes in the closet moping around and…she was too adorable for Edward to ignore. His chest felt tight to see her disillusioned eyes and decided that he could accomodate her after all, it wouldn’t have cost him anything. "We’re going," he announced, sighing, "but I’m not wearing a costume," ultimatum that, according to him, would have worked surely, but it was useless given his wife’s annoyed expression. "They won’t let you in without a costume," she reminded him, pointing to the costume she was putting back inside the closet. "I can do a make-up and go as a zombie," he replied, and Winry smiled because Ed seemed to be giving up and that, well, that was already a step forward, but she didn’t want to give it to him. "Oh come on, you loved it when we bought it! Put on that costume or I'm going with Al and Mei tonight," she said crossing his arms to her chest. "Well then! Go ahead!" he wanted to meet her halfway but only to a point; his pride roared. "Fine!" She replied. "You're such a child," Ed snapped. "Yes, maybe I am," she replied as she left the room. Edward put his hand in the bag of jelly beans, annoyed and angry. "Er...Winry..." Alphonse felt completely comfortable with his ringmaster costume, accompanied by Mei who dressed herself like an acrobat, with a puffy skirt and a hula hoop. But that situation made him rather nervous and even if he wanted to mind his own business, he was unable to resist the urge to ask her. "Are you sure you want to get dressed like that for the party...without Ed?" The blonde girl turned and gave him a toothy smile without answering. When they came downstairs, the reason of the younger Elric's concern became evident. Edward sat reading in his chair and turned just to look at them. Then returned to his book. But suddenly he turned back to look at his wife. Winry Rockbell had always been a little girl, spontaneous laughter, delicate and natural acting and fear of storms, but that evening...She had a pink and white striped corset that couldn’t be worn tighter, a short short pink tutu skirt and pink and white stripes knee socks, all accompanied by a pair of doll-like shoes and an headband with a huge candy, both of the same color of the skirt. She was terribly sexy. The alchemist took one quick look at that wonderful view, all under the amused and mischievous look of his wife. "And just what might that be, babe?" he asked. "I'm a pink candy, don’t you see?" she replied provocatively. Ed held back a wince that was halfway between anger and excitement, then he loudly closed the book and jumped to his feet. "Well," he said, "I'm going to get ready!" Winry chuckled and Alphonse and Mei finally connect the dots of her evil plan. Ed's body produced too much heat to be a vampire’s body but he was grateful to have such a stubborn wife who made that stupid party more interesting. "You're perfect," she chuckled, pushing him against the wall of their room. "I’d still be perfect without this ridiculous costume," Ed breathed out taking her face in his hands and kissing her again; he wanted to prove that he didn’t give up altogether but the sound that came straight out of Winry's throat made him grunt, short of breath. "You'll take it away soon," the blondie promised, making him hope that she had changed plans and decided to stay home for good Halloween sex, "after we come back from the party," she concluded, smiling amused of the grimace on Ed’s lips painted with red lipstick. "You are so going to pay for this," he hissed, running his fingers through her long blond hair. "Can’t wait," she mumbled, making their lips brushing one last time. Ed swallowed when Winry laughed and moved away from him, hopping toward the door, her cheeks were even more pink because of the blush. The alchemist gave a look at the mirror again meditating revenge.Winry danced beside Alphonse and kept her eyes closed as she moved her wrists in front of him to make him laugh. In the movement, her cleavage bounced imperceptibly; a detail that obviously her husband noticed. He just shook his cloak over his shoulders and joined them with the fake canines that made his gums uncomfortable. Winry turned to him with her shining blue eyes. "What's up, Ed? Something wrong?” she asked in his ear. The boy grinned. Winry looked at him curiously, a half smile to illuminate her face, even larger than usual, but Ed waved his cloak and wrapped both their bodies with it, holding her to him. The girl's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks were so red that they resembled the lipstick that her husband had on and her hands stopped, frightened, on the vampire's chest. Edward smiled hungry, his wife had never seemed so small, fragile and perfect, he kept the flaps of the cloak with one hand behind her trembling back and brought the other one just above her pelvis, squeezing her against him. He felt the sweet taste of the lipstick on his palate and snapped his tongue on the fake canines looking into her eyes, flattered by that adorable look that seemed to venerate him. "Win," he stammered in a faint voice, too soft for her to hear; the girl was moving sinuously in his arms, rubbing against him and waving her hips, pretending to dance so to avoid attracting too much attention. Then Ed replied squeezing her butt under her skirt with his left hand and lowered his head to her neck, touching her ear with the plastic teeth. "Pervert," she said so that only he could hear her. "You bought this costume just to drive me crazy; you used it to get what you wanted but you didn’t think about the consequences...” he continued, passing his nose on her throat and sniffing it; Winry threw her head back and moaned something, clutching the fabric of his white shirt between her fingers. And he could clearly hear her knees trembling against his "What makes you think I’ve not thought about consequences...?" At that sentence, the vampire kissed the exposed vein on her neck with his lips closed and licked immediately afterwards, making sure to have firm grip on both sides of the cloak and increasing the grip on her body. "I tolerated everything, sweetie, the fact that you ate all the candy, your insistence to make me put this absurd costume on and also the fact that you're always there chatting with people who are not me...but now I'm hungry," he hissed, biting her already reddened skin hard and making her jump in his arms and swearing between her teeth. "Ed, please," she gasped, allowing herself to slip her fingers into his hair and pull them, putting an arm around his shoulders and pushing her pelvis against his, arching until she looked back at Mei, who looked at them embarrassed of the corner of her eye. "What are you praying for, little candy?" he whispered before sucking her skin more vigorously, feeling her shake unreservedly. "Let's go home," Winry finally groaned; Ed grinned showing his fake canines suddenly raising her head and making her dizzy, rubbed his nose on hers and bit her lips, feeling Winry's breath stop for a moment. "Let's go home, I already have my candy loot for tonight," he agreed, placing his cupped hand on her cleavage while they were still hidden by the cloak. "Your lipstick is smudged," Winry smiled as she stared at his lips. "It lasted too long," he replied, resting his forehead on hers. "What will we say tomorrow, when they ask us why we left?" she whispered then uncertainly stroking her nose with his and tracing his clavicles from his shirt. "We’ll say that I was hungry, and you must always please a hungry vampire, everyone knows," Ed smiled moving his lips to her temple and intercepting Alphonse's worried look. "I love you," Winry whispered, clinging to his body and holding his black cloak in her hands. "Me too, sweetie," he murmured in her ear.They would have to go home and make love on a bed, just as he liked when they didn’t have too many commitments in the morning, but Winry had started rubbing on him, wrapped in his embrace, and the cloak wouldn’t cover his erection if they had left the party right then. For this reason, instead of holding back and breathing deeply to calm down, they found themselves close to each other inside one of the bathrooms, the loose cloak lying on the ground, the canines on top of it and some hooks of Winry’s corset were already untied. “Anyway, you're so sexy with this costume on," Winry panted on his lips, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "You chose it," Ed replied, holding her waist tightly, "and yours is much better than mine, believe me." "I'm not a dark vampire," Winry groaned with her tongue between her teeth and the feel of Ed's warm hands tucked into the striped bodice. "You're beautiful," he corrected her, "So small, tasty, and... small," he repeated, licking the hickey on her neck. Since he was the taller of the two, he particularly enjoyed emphasizing it. "I love seeing you dressed like that, you tremble for me, you can’t resist my predator charm," he grinned, unbuttoning his trousers that had tormented him all evening. "Ed," Winry gasped as his hands raced under her skirt, lowering her panties to her ankles. "We're doing it in a bathroom," she chuckled when Ed bit the inside of her thigh while her pink panties slipped off. "On Halloween," he added. "With these costumes on-AHH!" Winry shrieked because Ed’s open mouth was on her, between her legs, ravenous, twirling his tongue around her clit. "I love your sugary taste," he commented, giving one last lick all along the slit from bottom to top and standing up. "Be careful you don't get lost in the role...." "What should I do?...You have a big candy on your head, Winry," he panted to emphasize their situation. "You’re wearing eyeliner, Ed, and you're biting me everywhere," Winry said, lowering his pants and boxers together. "I'm eating you a little at a time," he arched, pushing his erection against her. "Pervert," said the blonde girl undressing and kicking away all their clothes, only with kneesocks and skirt on. "As if you were sorry," he hissed, taking her by the hips and making her leg wrap around his waist. "Not even a little bit," Winry kissed him again, again and again, until her lips were red and stained with lipstick. Ed murmured something pushing his body against hers, a hand on her back and the other one on her butt. Winry moaned in his mouth and slammed a hand against the wall to keep from cursing when Ed trailed two fingers along the length of her slit, slipping them into her wet opening. Ed loved Winry's mouth, especially if it remained ajar against his and she let out delicious aroused gasps and bumpy cursing, with a lot of salivation and her tongue searching for his at irregular intervals. "You drive me crazy," he said, already three fingers moving inside her, resting her shoulders on the bathroom tiles with an arm raised to hold on to the wall. "Then fuck me," Winry muttered with eyes still closed and her mouth wide open against his cheek. "Damn, I love when you do that," he moaned as he putting it all in with a single powerful thrust; Winry screamed something in a language that Ed didn’t understand and rested her head against the wall, tightening the muscles around his member and clawing at his shoulders uncovered from his shirt down to his shoulder blades. She moved on top of him relying on Edward's back; he swore and began to thrust into her deeper and perhaps too hard. Winry was sweaty and sinuous in his hands, his dick slipped moist inside her and from his wet mouth came out obscene sounds that Ed adored, and that turned into dirty words and prayers as soon as he managed to find the right spot in her body. "There!" She screamed without restraint. Edward was sure that anyone could hear them at that point, everyone had noticed her moans, the cries and the gasps are too loud but, if he had to be honest, it didn’t make any difference to him. It was the first Halloween party with Winry’s as a married couple, the first fuck at a friend's house where they had gone with embarrassing clothes and nothing could have mattered beyond the awareness of having her, of possessing her that way. "Winry," he gasped, making their mouths meet again in one of their most lustful kisses. Winry smiled looking at him in the eyes. Ed went absolutely nuts and thrusted it hard into her almost automatically, completely in ecstasy. Winry's hair was sweaty on her forehead and temples, her lips were purple and swollen, her face was littered with red lipstick and her chin had a line of black, she breathed on his face and looked at him as she had never looked him, blue eyes that seemed to scream their devotion to him and filled him, made him feel complete. "Yes," Winry exhaled, coming suddenly and arching between his body and the wall, her hands gripping on his shoulders and her heel pushing against his lower back to hold him tight. Edward was so out of control that after two pushes he came inside her with a strangled growl, making her tremble louder He collapsed on his knees and Winry fell on his legs, they were breathing hard, one on the other's shoulder and Winry swallowed trying to regain calm, sank her fingers in Ed's hair and murmured sweet words on his temple, realizing that the music was still loud, even if they hadn’t heard it. "You're beautiful," he whispered over her hairline. "I love you," he sighed on her jaw, mumbling and kissing her, this time sweetly, with all the love he could pull out despite his exhaustion. "We're not getting out of here yet," he said. "I don’t think I can walk at the moment, you know?" the blondie joked, looking at his dirty and swollen lips, just like hers. "We’ll do worse, as soon as we can get up and go home," he replied, raising both eyebrows. "Of course," she replied, biting her bottom lip with a playful look. "Will you do that also at other parties? Christmas, Easter and following?" he asked hopefully. "With a surprise for your birthday and mine, yes," Winry nodded. Ed had never loved Halloween so much, he didn’t even know what a party with pumpkins and skeletons would be like, but he had to eat his words. They were at home now and Winry, with the kneesocks, the corset and the panties still on, was nibbling on the gummy bears taken from the secret stash she tried not to let him find, lying on the sofa with the headband still on her head and the big pink candy a little 'crooked on her hair. "What if kids come for trick or treat?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "Best wishes," Winry replied, shaking the package to look for the red bears, her favorites. "I don’t think you can say it for Halloween, sweetie," he smiled as she peered in the plastic wrap. "Not my problem," she retorted. Ed took the bag off her hand and brought it to his mouth to slip the few remaining sweets between his lips. She stood looking at him as she chewed carelessly and chuckled as he pulled out his tongue. "Look," he pointed at it with his index finger covered in sugar, "Now it's all blue." "And now?" "Now..." he said covering her body with his and biting her lips, "the sweetest candy is all mine." "Mmh...okay...guess I can let you have it..." "Happy Halloween, sweetheart," Ed whispered and kissed her tenderly. "Didn’t you say that you can’t wish an happy Halloween?" "Shut up,” he laughed as they sank into the couch pillows.

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Edween Week 2021!

October 27th: Haunted House

October 28th: Costumes

October 29th: AU

October 30th: Ghost Stories

October 31st: Magic Spell

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If I told you that I knew about the Sun and the Moon, I'd be untrue

@edweenweek

Day 3 | October 27th: Costumes

Trick (angsty) AND Treat (Fluffy)

His mask was golden. It depicted the Sun.

And the worst thing was that he had chosen it.

Here's what happens when you're in love.

Or someone who had "horrid tastes", just to quote Winry.

Only when he opened the package he realized what he had decided to wear for the party.

He would have liked to let go of that stupid ball, but he had promised it to her and, despite the obstacles of life, Ed had never failed to be true to his word.

Never.

He remembered every time he have returned home. The warm walls of the Rockbells home or among the debris of the Elrics house.

Exhausted, with no hope in his heart. Driven only by the will to redeem his sins, to lighten his soul, looking for a redemption that he had never believed he deserved.

Just this. Memories.

He touched his right arm, still grateful for having regained it, together with his life. All that remained was scars.

Everything was different now. He was free. And, for the first time in years, he really was.

He smiled and his old life’s memories disappeared.

They would return, he knew it well, but that night they would not torment him again.

He looked around without seeing her.

Annoyed, he sat at a table with Alphonse. He wore a thin black mask that concealed only his eyes just like his and preferred not to comment on his brother's golden mask.

Ed poured himself some wine and waited.

----

Her mask was silver. It depicted the Moon.

The alchemist stared at her as she arrived in the large square, wrapped in that blue dress with a cleveage that would have appeared in many of those boys dreams.

She had told him not to be flashy but she had dressed up like that! Edward knew, however, that everything had been designed by her to attract not theirs, but his attention.

She was right. Yet he felt embarrassed to show his feelings so openly. He wasn’t used to blatant manifestations of affection.

Perhaps this would never have changed.

But she had decided to give him a push that night, and he understood it as soon as he saw her.

Dressed that way, with that silver mask, opposite to him.

She was calm and bright like the moon.

The light of Ed instead was made of fire and made the steel burning, unbearable.

He felt himself pervaded by jealousy, as usual.

How could he not be?

That guy had no shadows in his past, no giant and horrible scar, no nightmare that woke him in the middle of the night. And they also had an interest in common.

How could the comparison hold up?

He knew it was an irrational fear, yet he was indomitable. The fear that she might get tired of staying behind – these were his words, instead – a capricious alchemy freak.

Trying not to get noticed, he tried to glimpse her through the dancing people.

Alphonse, beside him, barely shook his head without hiding an irritating, amused smile.

"Something to say, Al?" He asked, trying to look more annoyed with him than with that shameless woman who made him jealous in front of everyone.

"She's provoking you," his brother replied simply.

"I don’t know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about the girl who, coincidentally, wears a mask to complement yours."

Then Ed jumped up, leaving Alphonse to his amused smiles, and headed for them.

He barely heard the end of their amusing discussion, grabbed Winry by the hand and dragged her to the dance floor without saying anything.

"Took you long enough," she smiled, as they danced there for all to see. "James was almost out of jokes."

Despite the mask, Ed still managed to raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"He volunteered," she explained with a slight grimace. "Now I owe him a favor."

"You ... little-"

"He also wanted to pretend to bend down and kiss me. I told him not to try if he didn’t want a brain trauma."

He felt stupid. She made a fool of him. Ed should have felt offended, but having her in his arms made him forget everything. He laughed and held her tight to his body, looking at her closely.

Winry blushed, "Stop it, Ed."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

She gave him a pungent look, "As if you had seen me naked!"

The boy leaned over her. Approaching his face, he could better see her eyes through the decorations of her silver mask.

"But I saw you naked," he whispered making her blush even more.

Despite the blush, however, the blonde girl smiled and looked around, "They are staring at us. Didn’t you say you wanted to be discreet? Tomorrow, Resembool will know that we’re a couple. "

The alchemist didn’t look around, he knew that Winry was right. But he didn’t care.

True, during the Halloween night, a crack opens between the worlds, a weak point of which the ghosts made of nightmares and anguish take advantage. But it’s only a moment, before the rebirth.

He and Winry were the Sun and the Moon.

The Xingese Yin and Yang.

In fact, he noted, there was nothing that could be more natural for him than loving her.

"Then..." he said, making her looking in his eyes, "let's give this audience something to talk about."

And he kissed her.

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Edween Week 2020!

It’s the fourth year of Edween! If you’re new to this event, it’s five days centered around Edwin Halloween content! This includes fics, art, gifsets, edits, and more!

Here are this year’s themes:

October 27th: Pumpkin

October 28th: Magic

October 29th: Scream

October 30th: Dress Up

October 31st: Full Moon

Please make sure to tag your posts with #edween2020 or @ us at @edweenweek so we can find your creations! Late entires will be accepted for a week after the event ends.

Themes + additional rules can be found here!

We can’t wait for all your lovely Edween work this year!

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Pout your bottom lip, while cracking the whip

[Just a classic, easy Halloween smut. I wrote it for @edweenweek for October 31st: Candy ...but I don’t know if it’s ok since it’s not angsty and not fluffy...Anyway, I hope you like it!]

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