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Good morning, everyone! I’m [livejournal.com profile] meteorfire, and I'll be your guest host for the week!

Today’s theme is First Lines, which means that your prompt is the first lines in the following ficlet. Therefore, when filling a prompt, your story should begin with the provided line.

Some quick examples:
  • Doctor Who, any, It was all fine until the Doctor made a paper hat.
  • Sherlock BBC, Sherlock & John, There are three things (at least) that you don’t learn about Sherlock until you live with him for a year.
  • Merlin BBC, Arthur, Dragons were always bad news.

As always, remember to follow the rules:
  • Only three prompts from a fandom
  • Only five prompts in a row
  • If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
  • No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
  • If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.

Have fun, everyone!

tag= FirstLine
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
“…Is that what I think it is?”

Ed winced at Winry’s squeal, and he groaned as she darted across the street, leaning against the glass window like a little kid. “I hate this place.”

Al thumped his brother on the shoulder. “You ought to be used to it by now, Brother.”

He watched as Winry danced from foot to foot, her ass swaying as she stared through the windowpane. “I am, I am,” he sighed.

“But?”

Al always knew when it was more than just a little annoyance. Ed gritted his teeth, hating saying anything like this to anyone, especially his little brother. “She gets so worked up over auto-mail, it…uh…” He jerked at his collar, feeling heat creeping up his neck.

“It uh?” Al repeated, and Ed could tell his brother was trying hard not to snicker.

He considered kicking Al, but he’d just dodge, and Rush Valley was too crowded for that sort of thing, anyway. Look at what’d happened the last two times he’d gotten into a fight in this place, and the people of Rush Valley seemed to have long memories. Blowing out a breath through his clenched teeth, Ed said, “Interferes, you know?”

“Interferes?” His eyebrows shot up into his bangs, and Al gave him a long, searching look. “You mean, sexually?”

“Gnng! Keep your voice down, Al!” He patted the air, glancing around, but no one seemed to have noticed.

“Have you talked to Winry about it?” His eyes dancing, Al’s grin nearly split his face in half.

Ed slumped, glancing across the street at his wife, now enthusiastically talking to the shop owner about the piece in the window. “Don’t know why she gets so excited. Her work is the best,” he grumbled. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked over to reclaim her, lightly bumping her shoulder with his own. Winry turned to him, her eyes brilliant and face flushed, and she all but glowed. Almost exactly the way she looked when she was in bed, with him.

“Ed, you have to see this arm!” she said, latching onto his and giving it a squeeze.

He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers for a second. “Okay,” he said, and mentally wrote off sex for the next twenty-four hours – or until he could convince Winry that flesh had its advantages, too.
From: [identity profile] straydog733.livejournal.com
Thanks for the fill! I'm not familiar with the fandom, but the character interactions are very cute and quick.
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
You're welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed their interactions, even without knowing the fandom.

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