#503week

[503week]

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✧ Edwin Week 2024 ✧

This year’s prompts are:

Wed May 1 – Bittersweet

Thu May 2 – Home

Fri May 3 – 503 Day! OP’s choice!

Sat May 4 – Heartbeat

Sun May 5 – Stay

Mon May 6 – Healing Hands

Tue May 7 – Grow

Tag your post with #503week or @ this blog so that your content can be featured. If we miss someone, shoot us a DM/ask to notify the mod team! Mods this year are @mildly-nerdy and @wingsofescape.

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The primary focus is EdWin, but other characters making an appearance is totally fine.

Prompts are open to interpretation and may be set in any FMA universe (manga, TV shows, movies, light novels, games, etc.). AU’s are always welcome.

Running behind? NO WORRIES! We accept late entries.

Fanfiction, fanart, gifs, edits, and animatics are all forms of acceptable media, but MUST BE ORIGINAL CREATIONS. Stolen or reposted work will not be accepted.

No explicit content. This is a SFW space. NSFW content will NOT be reblogged.

[stressedstyx]

cringefail loser and his beautiful mechanic gf

(ft. Al being a little shit)

[wickedcriminal]

Next door neighbors

For 503 day 7: reminiscence!

[theplushiefox]

Okay. I'm no longer a day late.

I'm one week late. And I know I missed EdWin day, but I have another drawing for that which isn't finished yet so it's a bit chaotic but I'm dedicated to this thing at this point so I'm gonna finish it! 3 more prompts to go and then EdWin day separately!

I'm sorry.

Day 4 is Reconciliation and I thought about the time they meet at Resembool (you know, the sandwich scene) and it would have been nice to have a small scene with them after their little fight. Soft.

@503week please tell me if you don't want to be tagged anymore! I understand since 503 week is over, you probably don't want your mailbox filled with my lateness qwq

[unk-art]

503week 2023: Starlights

[elvenstar146]

Starlight prompt for 503 week. This surprisingly goes with my fic for the first day.

[wingsofescape]

Edwin Week 2023: Day 2: Purpose

In which Winry writes a letter to the person she misses. Set post-03 but pre-CoS.

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Ed,

I don’t really know what the purpose of this letter is, other than I have too many words to say and the person I want to say them to isn’t here. And if you’re wondering, yes, that’s you. Where the hell have you gone? How could you just disappear without a trace or an explanation? You’re a pain in the ass on a good day but this is a whole new level of fucking asshole douchebag behaviour.

And still, I want you to come back. There’s so much you’re missing out on. Gracia’s apple pie is still as delicious and she’s been teaching me the recipe. Elicia asks about you constantly. Rose is staying with us with her son. I know she thinks about you too. She blames herself, even though she won’t say it. So if you could come back, like, now, it’d be great.

I watch the seasons change. Spring has come and gone and summer is just around the corner. Al and I are going to the summer festival but I can’t help but think it’s not the same without you. You should be here. Why aren’t you here? Are you coming back?

I went to Central alone and saw you in every blonde boy with a braid. Hope rises and falls like a breath but I lose my breath for every person I think is you. It’s always disappointing when it’s not you.

I have to move on. Maybe you’re dead and never coming back. Maybe you’re stuck in some alternate dimension or been kidnapped by aliens (I swear, the things Sciezka will come up with). Maybe you decided you had enough of this life and wanted a new one. I have no idea and I’d give up all my limbs to have an explanation.

I wish you’d let me be there in your pain and your grief instead of shutting me out time after time. I know I can’t change the world or take away the things that haunt you, but I can’t help but think things could’ve been different if you’d given me more information. If you’d shared your pain instead of hoarding it like some dragon guarding gold.

You need people, Ed. Pain never eases by isolating yourself and waiting for alchemy, fate, time, to one day show up and make you better. You get through grief by living. By getting out of bed and opening the windows even when you’d rather shut the blinds. By being around the people who love you and care about you even when you’d rather be alone. Grief is a treacherous being that will make you think nobody understands and only you can get through it alone. And maybe people won’t understand. But let them try. Let them in. You might be surprised.

We want to be there for you. I want to be there for you. To give you hope, faith, and a new sense of purpose. To tell you that life is worth living, even though the people you have lost aren’t there anymore. How people never really die, but live on in the parts of your heart they have touched.

I hope you’re happy, wherever you are. But I also hope you will think of us, of me, and return home. You’ll always have a home here, even if you want to burn it down. I know I shouldn’t wait for you, but I can’t help but stand on my balcony every night and shine a light over the hills, praying for your return.

Come back, Ed. I miss you. Come home.

Your automail junkie,

Winry

@503week

[naominotaisho]

❤️ Doujinshi EdWin: Yoyuu ga nai no wa (⚠️ ¡Advertencia! +18) - Autor: inunekokawaE ❤️

Mis felicitaciones a la artista de este doujinshi... 💗💗💗 Los besos EdWin le quedaron absolutamente hermosos!!! 😍 ♥️😍♥️😍♥️😍♥️

[x-rainflame-x]

Save Me, Save You- 503 Week 2022

Chapter 1: Reunion

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38738622/chapters/96859566

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14075463/1/Save-Me-Save-You-503-Week-2022

Summary: Ed gets to start over and do it the way he should have from the start. 503 week prompts all connected loosely in a short fic.

Rating: PG

Tags: Edwin, Emotional hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, set in post '03 Germany, 503 Week 2022, AU

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She doesn’t know him, she is sure. 

She would remember someone with eyes like that. They are the same color as polished gold; warm and deep enough to hide a thousand thoughts and feelings.

But he doesn’t hide them. She sees them plain on his face, a billboard with flashing lights, where every emotion flits across, chasing on the heels of the last one. 

She sees equal parts surprise and recognition in those eyes, even if it isn’t mutual. Recognition flits to despair, flits to fear, flits to mistrust, finally settling on a wary sort of vigilance.

“Can I help you?” she asks, trying to be nonchalant, but he has the most beautiful eyes, and she wants to calm him, to assure him that she is no threat. She doesn’t know him, but she wants him to linger, to feel at ease with her. She doesn’t want him to be afraid of her and she isn’t sure why. 

The man is maybe a year older than her, his long blond hair swept up in a tail that fell out of fashion decades ago. Maybe he’s a foreigner? That would explain how nervous he is, the way he tugs self-consciously at the sleeve of his right hand. 

“I need to send a telegram,” he says, his voice soft and accented, though she can’t place the origin country. He sets a few marks on the counter, and she obligingly hands him a telegraph blank. 

When he writes, his letters are stilted and slow, and it takes him almost ten minutes to copy the note he pulled from his pocket onto the blank. Maybe that’s what has him so nervous? Maybe he doesn’t know how to write, or at least write in German? 

She thinks about offering to copy it for him, but she doesn’t want to embarrass him, so she sits and waits, pretending to organize the pens on her desk and the receipts of telegrams already sent. 

He finishes and slides it across her desk with a shaky hand. She smiles at him encouragingly and takes it, reading it back to him—some note about how he’s ready if no one has any better ideas, she can’t seem to make much sense of it— and confirming the address as the University of Vienna. He nods, and she quickly taps it out and gives him his change. 

“Anything . . . else?”

He’s gone before she finishes the sentence, sweeping out of the post office as if being chased by hungry dogs. 

Something pangs in her chest at that, but she’s not sure what it is. The loss of an opportunity? A possibility slipping through her fingers?

She’s not sure, but she thinks about him often, like a dream that you’ve forgotten all but a fragment of, but the fragment haunts you. Three weeks later, the memory of him almost doesn’t seem real. 

Then he’s back at her desk. 

Of all the desks he could have chosen, he’s picked hers again. His eyes  are still wary, but firm, more resolved, like he has to make an effort to stand before her. It goes beyond a boy embarrassed to talk to a girl, closer to a man heading to the gallows. 

But he’s here, and she smiles at him. 

He looks surprised for a moment before returning the expression, his own smile small and careful, but his eyes tell her it's genuine. Something about his eyes tell her the man across from her is almost incapable of deception. 

“Hello again.”

“Hello.”

“Another telegraph?” 

He nods, the smile still on his face even when she presents him with a telegraph blank. He places his marks on the counter and begins the painstaking transcription of his message. She waits patiently, and while she waits, she wonders if he ever got a response from his last note. Odds were the response would not have come to her desk anyway, but she wonders what someone could have to say to such a cryptic message. 

This one, as it turns out, isn’t much better. He tells someone named “Hohenheim” that he will hold off for now, but he’s so vague that she cannot possibly fathom the context. Regardless, she reads it back to him, taps it out, then gives him his change. 

“Anything else?” 

This time he hesitates, almost lingering at her desk, and looking at the way the sun hits his face through the high windows, she wonders if her father would like this man as much as she does.

What a strange thought for a man she’s seen twice. 

“That’s all,” he says softly. 

He doesn’t flee, so she takes a chance. “What’s your name?”

The man grips his right wrist hard enough that he’s probably lost circulation. “Edward.” He looks like he wants to either ask her name or chew staples. 

“I’m Winry,” she supplies with a smile. 

It’s as if she’s punched him. He flinches hard and staggers back, eyes turning down to look at his feet before they can betray him to her. 

And before she can apologize—before she can pinpoint what to apologize for—he’s gone again, flying out the door to the cheery ring of a bell, almost plowing into a man on his way in. 

This time, it’s two weeks before he ends up right back at her desk. 

This time, he doesn’t have a message, only a question. 

“Will you go to dinner with me?” 

Her surprise flits to joy, but she doesn’t want to scare him, this fragile man with fear in his every gesture, but quiet strength underneath it all. 

She shuffles her receipts again and offers an encouraging smile. “I get off work tomorrow at six.”

He returns the smile, this time the warmest it’s ever been. 

“See you then.” 

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Look, I like taking the star-crossed lovers trope literally. Things will get cute and (because it's me) things will get angsty, but hopefully we'll all have a good time :D 

I've got the next two prompts written, so I'm hoping I can just stay ahead and keep posting on track, but as it's 12:01 a.m. here and I am now late on the first day, let's not hold our breaths xD

Hope you like! Please drop a comment/reblog if you have the time, and I'll see you next chapter! 

God Bless, -RainFlame

[winryofresembool]

503 week, day 2: Trinkets

Summary: Granny Pinako finds Ed searching for some old trinkets... (Edwin from Pinako’s pov)

A/N: Me: *says I won’t be able to create anything for the Edwin week on time*

Also me: *proceeds to write a short 1-shot in a day*

So, this happened! When I checked the prompt list, I felt that ‘trinkets’ could be a pretty fitting theme for these two for several reasons. Could have gone for many different routes with this but well, I like awkward Ed in love so here’s the result. This might be slightly canon divergent because we know Ed doesn’t have a ring with him when a certain scene happens but let’s ignore that for this fic’s sake.

Words: 630+

Rating: general audiences

@503week

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”Edward, what are you doing?” Pinako Rockbell yelled at the now ex state alchemist who was going through something in the basement of the Rockbell house. “There are only some old trinkets there.”

“That’s exactly what I want to find!” was Ed’s response. “I’m pretty sure it should be somewhere here…”

“What exactly should be somewhere there?” Pinako’s curiosity took over and she walked down the stairs to see the golden haired young man fiddling with random items from a box that had been thrown away a long time ago.

“Pieces from the first automail prostheses Winry made for me,” Edward replied without even lifting his gaze from the box.

“But… why do you need them? Didn’t they break down anyway?” Pinako’s confusion deepened.

“It did,” Edward admitted, probably still remembering Winry’s wrath from when she had found out about the broken automail vividly.

“Then how can you be sure that Winry hasn’t just reused the metal or thrown it away?”

Even though it was pretty dark in the basement with just a small lamp on an old desk, Pinako was pretty sure she could see the color of Edward’s face darkening a bit.

He still didn’t look at her when he said: “I… uh… she may have mentioned once that she likes to save her old projects, even the unusable ones, to be able to see her progress… And she may have specifically mentioned that my automail arm and leg pieces were still in some box here.”

“Hmmm… And what do you need them for? They definitely aren’t working anymore.”

“I only need one piece of it, not the whole thing.”

“But why?” Pinako kept pressing.

Ed’s face was unusually serious when he replied: “I want to make a ring out of it.”

Now Pinako was genuinely surprised. “A ring, as in…?”

She didn’t get a clarification, though, because Ed exclaimed: “Yes, found it!” before she could finish her question.

“I gotta admit, you are slightly less pipsqueaky now than you used to be,” she noted as she took a look at the smashed automail arm that definitely would not have fit Ed anymore. He finally turned to her direction, his eyes flashing dangerously.

“Slightly?!”

“Oh, calm down. And don’t you try to evade my question. Are you going to ask my granddaughter to marry you with a ring made of old scrap?”

“What if I am?” Ed asked challengingly.

There was a brief silence in the room before Pinako answered. “Well, in that case I would say, ‘congratulations! It was about time’.” A genuine smile spread on her face and Ed’s mouth opened in surprise.

“Wh-what?”

Pinako crossed her arms. “What what? Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? Listen, young man. I’ve been watching you two tiptoe around each other long enough that I could have seen this coming from miles away. For your information, if you had told me you were going to propose to any other girl with a piece of scrap metal, I would have told you off. But I know Winry and I know you, and I think she would absolutely love that ring because that particular automail means a lot to her.”

Ed seemed to relax now that he had her approval. “Can you help me with shaping it? If only I was still able to use alchemy…”

“But wouldn’t that be too easy?” Pinako asked. “Just admit it; you’d want to do it without alchemy either way.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he claimed mostly out of habit, but his eyes said otherwise. Maybe the boy really had grown a bit, Pinako admitted to herself, and not just physically. To think that her only granddaughter might be getting married soon… For a moment she felt weirdly emotional, but then that turned into excitement when she started imagining Winry’s reaction to the ring.  

[klainelynch]

Cameras flashed.

Microphones swarmed.

The only thing worse than assisting the Führer was leaving his office.

"Amestris News Network here! Did you discuss the recent peace treaty with Drachma?"

He could almost feel sorry for the guy.

"Does the East have your close friendship with Führer Mustang to thank for the recent aid they received after those terrible floods?"

Almost.

"Mr. Rockbell-Elric! What's the secret to your work/family balance?"

Morons, the lot of 'em.  Especially that last one.

There was no hiding his secret—spend five minutes with him, and it ought to be obvious.

His secret was her.

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Drabble 6/7 from AO3

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[503week]

Salutations, folks, welcome to another

503 Week

We are accepting suggestions for this year's prompts in the form of asks. We have some ideas in mind, but want to know what the ✨public✨ wants to see too!

Can't wait to hear from you!

[stressedstyx]

“No Surprises” by Radiohead cuz I’m edgy like that. who said that 503 week needed to be all happy? :]

[wickedcriminal]

Prompt today is starlight! This was the first thing that popped into my head!

[theplushiefox]

Mandatory Ed returns from his travels fanart

(I did reference that one scene from Frozen, thank you)

Happy 503 day EdWin fans!!! (I know I'm a day late with the prompts, but I just don't have the time to catch up uuugh)

@503week

[unk-art]

503week 2023 - Firsts

I wanted to draw them as children, so I imagined Winry meeting Den at first time and Ed looking at Winry's smile (maybe is this the moment when he first fall in love for Winry?)