Follow_the_light (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hotarukat) wrote,@ 2006-05-01 12:37:00 |
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Drabble Collage
Drabbles have become my new favorite thing, believe it.
Title: Collage
Author:hotarukat
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Edward Elric
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If I did, the anime would have a very different ending.
Summary: A separate, totally unrelated drabble for three themes from![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
30_kisses, featuring practicaljoke!Ed, showoff!(?)Ed, and overprotective!Ed and overprotective!?Roy. Notice the question marks and make up your own mind. ^_^
Drabble #1 for Theme #24- Good Night
In the back of Ed’s mind, he hates how much he loves a high thread count sheet, a luxury he has become all to used to, even after years on the road with nights spent sleeping outside. Sleeping bags transmuted from leaves were never quite comfortable enough for Ed to have a good night’s sleep, not like it really mattered to Al. Still, after Ed has broken into Roy’s house and made himself comfortable in the Colonel’s sheets, he wonders if Roy knows he likes to spend the night as often as possible because Roy’s bed is just so damn comfortable. Ed can barely sleep in his dorm anymore. His cheap military cot is a poor excuse for a bed; it creaks, the mattress is as comfortable as a rock (Ed can attest to that from personal experience), and sleeping under the sheets feels like being wrapped in a burlap sack. He’s been hooked on Roy’s expensive, pillow top mattress and sheet set since the first night they spent together.
When Roy comes back from the shower and finds Ed curled up in his bed yet again, he can only muster a half-hearted glare at the intruder. A part of Ed also enjoys Roy’s mild annoyance when the Colonel realizes that Ed is already half-asleep.
“How did you get in here again?” Roy’s tone is perfect military indifference.
“Like a lock can keep an experienced alchemist out of your house,” Ed says with closed eyes and pulls the blankets over his head. “Don’t worry, I just want some shut eye.”
“Can’t you do that in your own bed?” Mustang sighs and towels his hair a little before pushing Ed over, because the younger alchemist has taken up as much of the bed as possible with his tiny frame. Ed stays wrapped in his cocoon, even after being manhandled, and Mustang simply kisses the top of the blonde’s head, the only part of him not hidden under the comforter.
It’s not until the next morning, when Ed wakes up with Mustang’s arm slung over his shoulder and not-so-subtle snores resonating in his ear, that Ed thinks perhaps he hasn’t just gotten used to the bed. The sentiment is ruined, however, when Ed realizes Roy has taken more than his share of the blankets.
A little later, Ed stirs when Roy stumbles half-asleep out of bed, and he listens with eyes closed to Roy’s tiny panic attack and string of curses as the Colonel realizes that he is two hours late for work. Ed knows all to well the Colonel is always a mess before his morning coffee, and he waits for Roy to leave for the kitchen. Then he sets the clock on Roy’s bed stand back to its original time, covers himself with the blankets, and waits for the impending yell of frustration as Roy realizes that he has actually gotten up two hours early for work. That should teach the cover hog, Ed thinks before dozing off again.
***
Drabble #2 for Theme #1 - Look Over Here
After crashing into the ground for the second time, Ed realizes that he will in fact not be beating Al today in their second sparring match. “You’re changing your style,” Ed rubs a hand along his jaw while he stood up to face his brother’s combat pose.
“I’ve been watching some of the military’s hand to hand practices sessions.” Al can barely keep the glee at his brother’s compliment out of his voice, even as he tries to sound intimidating. His eyes slit in challenge, and he charges.
Ed tries to block Al’s side kick with his auto-mail arm, but just as he tries to raise it from his side, he hears a distinct ripping sound. A loose thread he had ignored earlier in the day somehow had wound its way into his elbow joint. With that hindrance slowing the movement of his arm, Ed gets kicked into the air once again, with his shirt tearing neatly in half as he flails his arms for balance.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ed splutters immediately after picking himself up off the ground. He waves his auto-mail arm, causing the large piece of black fabric dangling from his elbow to flutter in the wind.
“Brother, what happened to your shirt?”
Ed glances down at the remnants of the shirt that barely clings to his torso.
“I had a goddamn loose thread.”
“It looks like you have a wing,” Al giggles, pointing.
“Shut up! Help me get this untangled.”
Before Al can get close enough to inspect any damage, Ed decides to forget finesse and just tears the cloth out of his joint.
“Be careful! Winry’ll get mad if you break it!”
“Al, if my auto-mail breaks from this this, Winry will be fucking embarra…” Ed pauses when he hears cat calls across the lawn. He glares in every direction, fully ready to beat the shit out of anyone mocking him, but he can’t see who it is until he hears a distinct yell from above.
“Put a shirt on, you’re making the ladies in the office blush!” Havoc is leaning brazenly out the window, hands cupped to yell again, until someone Ed can’t see pulls the second lieutenant backward and out of view. Once the distraction is gone, Ed tries to go back to picking the remaining scraps of fabric out of his joint, but someone else immediately takes Havoc’s place in the window.
“Fullmetal, Who are you trying to impress, standing on the head quarters’s lawn half-clothed?! Please learn some decency!” Mustang, with Havoc at his side, pantomime a blown kiss down to Ed, who returns the gesture with one involving his right hand and his middle finger. Ed only stops when he realizes that other officers and workers have gathered at their windows to see who is causing the commotion. Ed lowers his hand and quickly leans down to gather the pieces of his shirt, face red in embarrassment and anger. A hand clap later, Ed slips his shirt back on and faces the government building.
“Ta da!” he yells to anyone still paying attention. Most of the windows are empty, however, especially the one where Mustang had been. Ed grumbles something about ‘egotistical bastards’ and walks rigidly off the headquarter’s lawn with Al tagging along behind him. He makes a mental note never to spar there again, no matter how much he wants to show off.
***
Drabble #3 for Theme #21 - Violence
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER?!!” Ed freezes in the doorway, and Mustang is forced to push past Ed, into the dorm room, to see what has caused the younger alchemist to have such a heart attack.
“They’re obviously trying to have sex.” Mustang spares a glance for Al and Russel, entangled and half-clothed on the far bed before he moves his eyes critically around the room and finally walks toward Ed’s dresser. “Here’s your precious book. Can we go to my place now?”
Ed’s lips are moving, but no discernable sound is coming out, and Mustang edges closer to hear what Ed is trying to say, while Al throws himself backward off of Russel.
“Se..Se…Se,” Ed repeats under his haggard breathing.
“Nii-san!!...I thought you weren’t coming home tonight!” Al tries to put his shirt on but mixes up which arm goes in which sleeve.
Mustang turns around and notices that Russel and Al have finally separated themselves. Al is red as a tomato. That doesn’t surprise Mustang much, but Russel has a familiar smirk on his face. Mustang wonders about it for a second before realizing it’s the same smirk he sees in the mirror everyday.
“Sex,” Mustang finally offers for Ed, so he can breathe again. “And I’d like to be doing the same right now, but I know how you can’t go to sleep without your bedtime reading.” He places the book into Ed’s hand, but it ends up thrown across the room.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BROTHER?”
“Well, not exactly trying…” Russel brushes the bangs out of his face and flashes that smirk again. Mustang is actually quite impressed by the sight. A phrase comes to his mind…’dead man walking.’
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! HE’S PRACTICALLY THE CLONE OF YOUR BROTHER! ARE YOU SOME SORT OF INCEST…”
“Nii-san! Please!” Al begs and starts to get up from the bed.
“Actually, there are plenty of differences between Fletcher and Al, but I don’t think I should get into that now.” Russel pulls Al back down. “Plus, Fletcher and that Elysia girl have been getting along quite…”
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!” Ed hurls himself at his one-time impersonator. Mustang doesn’t even notice.
“I’m going to kill him,” he mutters and digs into his pocket. Fletcher better the hell not be doing anything with Elysia if he doesn’t want to end up a pile of charred person bits.
Drabbles have become my new favorite thing, believe it.
Title: Collage
Author:
hotarukatPairing: Roy Mustang x Edward Elric
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If I did, the anime would have a very different ending.
Summary: A separate, totally unrelated drabble for three themes from
30_kisses, featuring practicaljoke!Ed, showoff!(?)Ed, and overprotective!Ed and overprotective!?Roy. Notice the question marks and make up your own mind. ^_^Drabble #1 for Theme #24- Good Night
In the back of Ed’s mind, he hates how much he loves a high thread count sheet, a luxury he has become all to used to, even after years on the road with nights spent sleeping outside. Sleeping bags transmuted from leaves were never quite comfortable enough for Ed to have a good night’s sleep, not like it really mattered to Al. Still, after Ed has broken into Roy’s house and made himself comfortable in the Colonel’s sheets, he wonders if Roy knows he likes to spend the night as often as possible because Roy’s bed is just so damn comfortable. Ed can barely sleep in his dorm anymore. His cheap military cot is a poor excuse for a bed; it creaks, the mattress is as comfortable as a rock (Ed can attest to that from personal experience), and sleeping under the sheets feels like being wrapped in a burlap sack. He’s been hooked on Roy’s expensive, pillow top mattress and sheet set since the first night they spent together.
When Roy comes back from the shower and finds Ed curled up in his bed yet again, he can only muster a half-hearted glare at the intruder. A part of Ed also enjoys Roy’s mild annoyance when the Colonel realizes that Ed is already half-asleep.
“How did you get in here again?” Roy’s tone is perfect military indifference.
“Like a lock can keep an experienced alchemist out of your house,” Ed says with closed eyes and pulls the blankets over his head. “Don’t worry, I just want some shut eye.”
“Can’t you do that in your own bed?” Mustang sighs and towels his hair a little before pushing Ed over, because the younger alchemist has taken up as much of the bed as possible with his tiny frame. Ed stays wrapped in his cocoon, even after being manhandled, and Mustang simply kisses the top of the blonde’s head, the only part of him not hidden under the comforter.
It’s not until the next morning, when Ed wakes up with Mustang’s arm slung over his shoulder and not-so-subtle snores resonating in his ear, that Ed thinks perhaps he hasn’t just gotten used to the bed. The sentiment is ruined, however, when Ed realizes Roy has taken more than his share of the blankets.
A little later, Ed stirs when Roy stumbles half-asleep out of bed, and he listens with eyes closed to Roy’s tiny panic attack and string of curses as the Colonel realizes that he is two hours late for work. Ed knows all to well the Colonel is always a mess before his morning coffee, and he waits for Roy to leave for the kitchen. Then he sets the clock on Roy’s bed stand back to its original time, covers himself with the blankets, and waits for the impending yell of frustration as Roy realizes that he has actually gotten up two hours early for work. That should teach the cover hog, Ed thinks before dozing off again.
***
Drabble #2 for Theme #1 - Look Over Here
After crashing into the ground for the second time, Ed realizes that he will in fact not be beating Al today in their second sparring match. “You’re changing your style,” Ed rubs a hand along his jaw while he stood up to face his brother’s combat pose.
“I’ve been watching some of the military’s hand to hand practices sessions.” Al can barely keep the glee at his brother’s compliment out of his voice, even as he tries to sound intimidating. His eyes slit in challenge, and he charges.
Ed tries to block Al’s side kick with his auto-mail arm, but just as he tries to raise it from his side, he hears a distinct ripping sound. A loose thread he had ignored earlier in the day somehow had wound its way into his elbow joint. With that hindrance slowing the movement of his arm, Ed gets kicked into the air once again, with his shirt tearing neatly in half as he flails his arms for balance.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Ed splutters immediately after picking himself up off the ground. He waves his auto-mail arm, causing the large piece of black fabric dangling from his elbow to flutter in the wind.
“Brother, what happened to your shirt?”
Ed glances down at the remnants of the shirt that barely clings to his torso.
“I had a goddamn loose thread.”
“It looks like you have a wing,” Al giggles, pointing.
“Shut up! Help me get this untangled.”
Before Al can get close enough to inspect any damage, Ed decides to forget finesse and just tears the cloth out of his joint.
“Be careful! Winry’ll get mad if you break it!”
“Al, if my auto-mail breaks from this this, Winry will be fucking embarra…” Ed pauses when he hears cat calls across the lawn. He glares in every direction, fully ready to beat the shit out of anyone mocking him, but he can’t see who it is until he hears a distinct yell from above.
“Put a shirt on, you’re making the ladies in the office blush!” Havoc is leaning brazenly out the window, hands cupped to yell again, until someone Ed can’t see pulls the second lieutenant backward and out of view. Once the distraction is gone, Ed tries to go back to picking the remaining scraps of fabric out of his joint, but someone else immediately takes Havoc’s place in the window.
“Fullmetal, Who are you trying to impress, standing on the head quarters’s lawn half-clothed?! Please learn some decency!” Mustang, with Havoc at his side, pantomime a blown kiss down to Ed, who returns the gesture with one involving his right hand and his middle finger. Ed only stops when he realizes that other officers and workers have gathered at their windows to see who is causing the commotion. Ed lowers his hand and quickly leans down to gather the pieces of his shirt, face red in embarrassment and anger. A hand clap later, Ed slips his shirt back on and faces the government building.
“Ta da!” he yells to anyone still paying attention. Most of the windows are empty, however, especially the one where Mustang had been. Ed grumbles something about ‘egotistical bastards’ and walks rigidly off the headquarter’s lawn with Al tagging along behind him. He makes a mental note never to spar there again, no matter how much he wants to show off.
***
Drabble #3 for Theme #21 - Violence
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER?!!” Ed freezes in the doorway, and Mustang is forced to push past Ed, into the dorm room, to see what has caused the younger alchemist to have such a heart attack.
“They’re obviously trying to have sex.” Mustang spares a glance for Al and Russel, entangled and half-clothed on the far bed before he moves his eyes critically around the room and finally walks toward Ed’s dresser. “Here’s your precious book. Can we go to my place now?”
Ed’s lips are moving, but no discernable sound is coming out, and Mustang edges closer to hear what Ed is trying to say, while Al throws himself backward off of Russel.
“Se..Se…Se,” Ed repeats under his haggard breathing.
“Nii-san!!...I thought you weren’t coming home tonight!” Al tries to put his shirt on but mixes up which arm goes in which sleeve.
Mustang turns around and notices that Russel and Al have finally separated themselves. Al is red as a tomato. That doesn’t surprise Mustang much, but Russel has a familiar smirk on his face. Mustang wonders about it for a second before realizing it’s the same smirk he sees in the mirror everyday.
“Sex,” Mustang finally offers for Ed, so he can breathe again. “And I’d like to be doing the same right now, but I know how you can’t go to sleep without your bedtime reading.” He places the book into Ed’s hand, but it ends up thrown across the room.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BROTHER?”
“Well, not exactly trying…” Russel brushes the bangs out of his face and flashes that smirk again. Mustang is actually quite impressed by the sight. A phrase comes to his mind…’dead man walking.’
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! HE’S PRACTICALLY THE CLONE OF YOUR BROTHER! ARE YOU SOME SORT OF INCEST…”
“Nii-san! Please!” Al begs and starts to get up from the bed.
“Actually, there are plenty of differences between Fletcher and Al, but I don’t think I should get into that now.” Russel pulls Al back down. “Plus, Fletcher and that Elysia girl have been getting along quite…”
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!” Ed hurls himself at his one-time impersonator. Mustang doesn’t even notice.
“I’m going to kill him,” he mutters and digs into his pocket. Fletcher better the hell not be doing anything with Elysia if he doesn’t want to end up a pile of charred person bits.
