Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist.

Pairing: Edward Elric & Winry Rockbell.

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance (Fluff)/ Humor(?)

* I don't own the image.

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You know your day's going to be pretty neat when the first thing you see when you open your eyes is beauty, Ed supposes.

The former alchemist never really had a particular concept of what beauty should be. After all, beauty is objective. It's in the eye of the beholder. It shouldn't be bound by a shape or color or size or any cage that holds it down and tries to contain its worth. For Ed, beauty could always be seen in anything and everything as long as you had the eye for it-- and a good angle wouldn't hurt either.

But somehow, as the accelerating ticks of his life slowed to a leisure stroll after the promised day, Edward Elric found himself building a pretty solid notion of what beauty is. His Beauty at least. At first, it surprises him, because when he thinks about it, the  emerald green lush of Resembool no longer deserves the title. Nor does the azure sky with all its endlessness and varying hues. Flowers don't even hope to grasp the trail of Beauty for Edward. And other creations - be it living breathing souls or those that come through the sparkle of a transmutation circle - aren't even considered candidates to receive the title.

 Demanding? Probably.

But that's it. No matter how many times he tries to work his supposedly superior intellectual abilities around it, he can't give in. Conceited as it may seem, he stands firm in his belief that Beauty isn't symbolized in any of the aforementioned forms.

No, it isn't flowers, or skies, or birds, or even historically invaluable alchemy textbooks. For Ed Beauty is five foot four. Beauty is petite and girlish, but is hella terrifying when crossed. Beauty has a giggle so astonishingly similar to that of a crazed seal, you'd have to do a double check whenever she laughs, but it is adorable all the same. Beauty smells of oil and grease and earth and herbs and scented soup and freshly baked apple pies and pure happiness. Beauty has a pair of piercing blue eyes that could always see through any pathetic act he attempted to put up, yet could always rival the sun with their warmth and brightness.

Because, really, how could you call any mere sky or sea or ocean beautiful when compared to the swirl of blue in her eyes?

 Beauty is a ladylike tomboy who pledged her life and soul to automails and mechanics, but still found it in herself to allow him 85% of it in exchange for half of his. Beauty is soft and warm and safe. She is his home and sanctuary and, by all meanings, his very life. Beauty is immeasurably kind, admirably emotional, decidedly strong-willed, tactfully straightforward, ridiculously enthusiastic, horribly stubborn and every other wonderful complex adjective you could think of.

Beauty cries a lot. If there's anything he's ever allowed to hate about her it's her tears. They reach and twist his insides violently without any consideration to the unbearable pain. On a scale from one to ten, if one was stumping your toes on the table's leg and ten was having both your arm and your leg amputated away after losing your little brother's body while trying to revive your dead mother, then seeing Beauty cry ranks an eleven to him pain-wise. But again, Beauty is strong and her tears are mostly happy ones now. He's determinant to keep it that way for the rest of forever.

 Also, on a brighter note, Beauty is really really good at baking and even better at aiming her wrench -- take it from a regular living breathing target.

Beauty owns an old faded green bandanna in which she keeps her fairy tresses of golden sunshine away from his itching fingers. He hates the damned thing, but it's hers and it looks stunning whenever she wears it -just like anything else does- so he doesn't mind it all that much.

 Beauty's lips always tug in a smile when they kiss which makes the task a little bit difficult for Ed because, really, he could either kiss her or melt in a pool of goo at her feet -- he's not that great of a multitasker. 

Beauty makes it a habit to scold him on a daily basis for everything and anything, and they bicker as much as they kiss - that's a lot of bickering mind you - but her lectures are always followed by passionate kisses so Ed isn't complaining.

What's an earful or two in exchange for a kiss from Beauty?

To Edward Elric, Beauty is happiness, and safety, and teasing, and content, and freshly baked apple pies. To Edward Elric, beauty is Winry Rockbell.

And after all this rambling, Ed deems it safe to say Beauty is his everything and anything, she's his one and his all and that is never to change-- truth's backing him up on this one.

So when Ed opens his eyes one lazy Saturday morning only to find Beauty snuggled closely against him, his impulse takes control of his actions as he leans down to whisper in her ear

"Your bedhead is seriously unattractive, Win,"

His husky chuckle carries across the peaceful house when, in response to his compliment, a not-so-light punch to the chest is delivered.

Ah, did he mention that Beauty has one hell of an iron fist too?

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This is my first time trying something like this. It might not be all that good, and somewhat messy, but it was so much fun to write, it made me really happy and giddy and giggly and I just love EdWin so much!!!

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Until the next update,

Love: Inspiring Light.