Fic - Snowy Mishap
Snowy Mishaps
Author - cornerofmadness
Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - sadly not mine
Rating - PG-13
Characters- Roy, Maes, Madam Christmas, OC’s
Timeline - pre series, Au
Summary - Maes gets him into no end of trouble
Word Count - 1,850 (I am surprised I did this much in 2 hours)
Author’s Note #1 - this was written for Twelfth Night, my final story for 12_daysofficmas. Evil_little_dog offered up a prompt of ‘the dog stealing the sled,’ remembering my stories about my black Labrador retriever, Ebony, who used to steal our toboggan’s as a child and ride down the hill on them. Funny thing is the same day she offered up the prompt my ten year old cousin was regaling me with stories about how HIS Labrador retriever steals his sled and rides it down the hill. currently unbeta'ed.
Author’s Note #2 - This is part of the Strays series but is stand alone. You don’t have to read the others but if you want to here they are.
Stray
With a Chance of Snow
* * *
“It snowed this much!” Maes cried excitedly. The seven-year-old held his hands apart six inches. “Put the book down, Roy.” He tugged on Roy’s shirt, trying to get him off the bed in the hotel room that was the boy’s new home.
Lowering his book, the boy offered up an exaggerated eye roll. “I’m reading.”
“You’ll need glasses if you keep that up.” Maes shoved his own glasses up his long nose.
“Look who’s talking four-eyes.”
“Read at night, play in the day.” Maes snared the book. “We’re going sled riding.”
Roy shrugged. He’d only been in Madam Christmas’ home a few weeks after being homeless when his alchemy master died and he had run away from the orphanage. Slowly, Roy had learned to trust that Madam Christmas would keep him with her passel of orphans. The unstoppable force standing before him was one of her “children.” “Fine, but I want my own sled this time. You keep falling off and landing on me.”
Maes huffed. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t as small as a mite.”
“Drop dead!” Roy got up to fetch his thick socks. He’d need a hat, too. His head was covered with a short thin carpet of black hair after having to have his head shaved when Madam Christmas found him stealing from the inn’s garbage. He had been living on the streets for some time by then.
“Fine, but I call the toboggan.”
Roy paused, rooting for that overly large pair of hand-me-down pants. He wanted to wear them over his pants for extra warmth. He glanced over his shoulder. “What does that leave me to ride?”
“You’ll see.” Maes’ grin did nothing to ease Roy’s mind. Already dressed for going out, Maes stood there, tapping his toes. The tapping picked up pace as Roy fussed with the seams of his socks before putting his feet into his snow boots.
“Stop that,” the boy snapped. “Quit staring and go get the sleds.”
Maes disappeared. Roy managed to get his boots on then decided he might need another shirt. Jacket, hat and gloves followed in short order. Wearing so much heavy clothing, Roy could barely waddle down the steps.
In the lobby, Maes leaned on the upright toboggan. In his other hand, he had a large metal disc. He shook the saucer at Roy. “For you. This puppy goes fast. You’re so light you’ll slide all the way to the next town.”
Roy wrinkled his nose. Sometimes he just wanted to punch Maes but the boy was his best friend, his only friend really. There weren’t many kids their age in Madam Christmas’ home and Roy still felt too shy to venture far. At the moment, Madam Christmas let Roy stay in his room, more concerned with getting him to eat and getting him healthy. The boy figured she expected Maes to introduce him to other boys in town later. “I’ll slide right over you.”
“You’re a walking fit of temper.” Maes shoved the saucer into Roy’s hands.
“Boys.” Madam Christmas’ voice halted them. They both turned to look at her. The dark-haired woman stood next to a little girl all suited up to go outside. Raven curls peeked out of the girl’s hood. The girl’s hand rested on the head of a black water dog, the type favored by duck hunters. “Daniela wants to go sledding, too. Take her with you.”
“Aww,” Roy groaned.
“But girls are where cooties come from,” Maes pouted. “Everyone knows that.”
“I don’t have cooties!” Daniela stuck her tongue out.
“You’re taking Daniela,” Madam Christmas replied in a tone that brooked no further argument.
Roy sighed. Now they were stuck with the bratty cootie factory. Daniela was Madam Christmas’ real daughter and she made him nervous. What if Madam Christmas decided Daniela was all she needed?
Daniela ran down to the basement and came back up with another smaller toboggan. Sullenly, Maes and Roy trudged outside and she had to run to keep up with them. The five-year-old’s little legs couldn’t match their stride. Hearing a little cry behind him, Roy turned to see Daniela face down in a drift. Sighing, he went over to help her up but only because Ebony, her dog, was licking her and that had to make her face cold.
Daniela struggled to carry her toboggan up the hill. Roy knew he could exchange sleds with her, his being lighter, but he didn’t want her to come in the first place. Let her struggle. Maybe she’d go home. Ebony bounded up the hill faster than any of them. When they all got to the top, they lined up their sleds.
”Last one to the bottom is a rotten egg,” Maes cried, leaping on his.
Roy pushed off on his sled. Behind him, Daniela was bogged down by Ebony jumping on and riding with her. His metal saucer slid like lightning down the hill but Maes had neglected to tell him one thing; there was no steering the disc. Roy careened over a bump and went airborne. He managed to cling to the disc, which began spinning its way, top-like to the bottom. “MAES! THIS THING STINKS!”
”Can’t hear you,” Maes cried, jogging back up the hill, almost running in slow motion through the thick snow. “And I won!”
“You suck!” Roy lugged the metal sled back up. It would be too mean to give it to Daniela. The girl might hurt.
“Don’t run so fast,” Daniela said, Ebony running loops around her.
”Grow some longer legs,” Maes shot back.
They lined up their sleds again at the crest of the hill. This time Roy leapt out to an early lead. Maes skidded out and Roy tasted victory. He barely saw the black blur out of the corner of his eye. Ebony hit him and he flew off his sled. Roy went head over tail, snow plowing into his clothing as he went. Daniela slid right past him, first to the bottom.
“Dumb dog!” Roy grumbled, dusting himself off. Ebony grabbed the rope to the disc and to his surprise she started hauling it up the hill. Roy raced after her. “The dog has my sled.”
”Let’s see if we can make her ride it,” Maes said.
”Yay!” Daniela shoved the rope to her sled at Roy. He hauled it up for her.
“Then how will I ride?” Roy pouted even though he really wanted to see a dog sled riding.
When they got to the top, he and Maes positioned Maes’ toboggan while Daniela got Ebony to give up the metal one. Roy had suggested that the flat toboggan would be easier for the dog to control. Daniela lured Ebony into place and they stood back, waiting. Ebony eyed the hill then started whining, digging her paws on the wood. She jumped off, nudged it with her nose and, when the sled started moving, the retriever got back on. Ebony rode half way down the hill before jumping off the unsteady toboggan. She raced it to the bottom, barking at it.
Daniela took her sled down and the boys followed her. Carrying the sleds back up, they let the dog ride down alongside them again. This time Ebony abandoned her sled a little further down the hill, darting right across Maes and Roy’s path. Yelping, Maes yanked on the rope and the toboggan tipped. He and Roy spilled out. Roy found himself sliding feet first right toward a birch tree. He couldn’t get his legs together before slamming into it. His breath deserted him. He couldn’t even groan. The bright sky had been replaced with a dark field covered with sparkles.
“I can’t find my glasses!” Maes wailed. “Roy!”
“Roy hit a tree,” Daniela said.
”Oh damn. Help me, Daniela.” Maes started crawling back up the path his body had plowed, hoping to find his glasses. Roy was dimly aware of all this going on around him but it was far less important to him than the intense, senses-robbing throbbing between his legs.
“Here they are!” Daniela cried triumphantly.
“Thanks!” There was a pause and Roy imagined Maes trying to knock the snow off his lenses. “Oh…did he hit like I think he did? Roy, you okay?”
“No,” Roy whimpered just as Ebony came over to add insult to injury by licking his face. His arms barely moved to protect himself, the pain immobilizing him. Suddenly, Roy felt himself being dragged away from the tree. Ebony had him by the hood, pulling in fits and stops until she had him freed from the bark-covered villain. The dog towed him down the hill. “Help! She thinks I’m dead. She’s taking me off to eat me.”
“She’s rescuing you!” Daniela’s tone was as sharp as the bits of rock jabbing through the snow to pinch his bottom.
Maes stomped over and shooed the dog off. He helped Roy sit up. “Can you stand?”
“I’m dead, so no.”
“You talk a lot for a dead guy. Daniela, give me a hand,” Maes said.
Together, they helped Roy up. He minced to the bottom of the hill where they collected the sleds. It was slow going back to the hotel. Silke, one of the older girls, and Madam Christmas were in the lobby, dusting.
”That was fast,” Silke said.
“Roy caught a tree between the legs,” Maes replied with just a hint of amusement and a dash of sympathy.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Madam Christmas set aside her dust rag and came over to Roy. “Let’s get these snowy things off you so I can check you out.”
“I’ll get some hot tea started,” Silke said.
“But…” Roy’s lower lip trembled. “I don’t want a girl to look.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Madam Christmas peeled off his jacket. “Silke, go find Dr. Reeve’s number just in case.”
”A doctor!” Roy shrieked.
“You probably don’t need him,” Madam Christmas said soothingly, picking Roy up. “Maes, Daniela, clean up here. Let’s make sure you didn’t do yourself a mischief, Roy.”
At that, Roy started crying. Madam Christmas carried him upstairs and got the rest of his clothing off. Silke called Dr. Reeve without waiting for Madam Christmas to finish her own exam. The doctor deemed Roy to be badly bruised but not seriously harmed. Madam Christmas helped him into warm clothing and put him to bed with his book. Silke brought up the tea. Roy was busy reading to forget the pain between his legs when Maes reappeared.
“Gah, you’re reading that book again.” He jumped onto the bed next to Roy.
“It’s not like you don’t like to read,” Roy countered.
“Fun stuff. I like scary books.” Maes ticked a finger off the cover of Roy’s book. “Not boring alchemy stuff.”
”If I had stuck to my alchemy, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” Roy shoved him.
“Come on, watching the dog sled ride was fun.”
“I smashed my goolies!” Roy grimaced. “It wasn’t fun.”
“You played. That beats alchemy every time.” Maes smirked.
Roy used the alchemy book to beat Maes.
Author - cornerofmadness
Fandom - Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer - sadly not mine
Rating - PG-13
Characters- Roy, Maes, Madam Christmas, OC’s
Timeline - pre series, Au
Summary - Maes gets him into no end of trouble
Word Count - 1,850 (I am surprised I did this much in 2 hours)
Author’s Note #1 - this was written for Twelfth Night, my final story for 12_daysofficmas. Evil_little_dog offered up a prompt of ‘the dog stealing the sled,’ remembering my stories about my black Labrador retriever, Ebony, who used to steal our toboggan’s as a child and ride down the hill on them. Funny thing is the same day she offered up the prompt my ten year old cousin was regaling me with stories about how HIS Labrador retriever steals his sled and rides it down the hill. currently unbeta'ed.
Author’s Note #2 - This is part of the Strays series but is stand alone. You don’t have to read the others but if you want to here they are.
Stray
With a Chance of Snow
* * *
“It snowed this much!” Maes cried excitedly. The seven-year-old held his hands apart six inches. “Put the book down, Roy.” He tugged on Roy’s shirt, trying to get him off the bed in the hotel room that was the boy’s new home.
Lowering his book, the boy offered up an exaggerated eye roll. “I’m reading.”
“You’ll need glasses if you keep that up.” Maes shoved his own glasses up his long nose.
“Look who’s talking four-eyes.”
“Read at night, play in the day.” Maes snared the book. “We’re going sled riding.”
Roy shrugged. He’d only been in Madam Christmas’ home a few weeks after being homeless when his alchemy master died and he had run away from the orphanage. Slowly, Roy had learned to trust that Madam Christmas would keep him with her passel of orphans. The unstoppable force standing before him was one of her “children.” “Fine, but I want my own sled this time. You keep falling off and landing on me.”
Maes huffed. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t as small as a mite.”
“Drop dead!” Roy got up to fetch his thick socks. He’d need a hat, too. His head was covered with a short thin carpet of black hair after having to have his head shaved when Madam Christmas found him stealing from the inn’s garbage. He had been living on the streets for some time by then.
“Fine, but I call the toboggan.”
Roy paused, rooting for that overly large pair of hand-me-down pants. He wanted to wear them over his pants for extra warmth. He glanced over his shoulder. “What does that leave me to ride?”
“You’ll see.” Maes’ grin did nothing to ease Roy’s mind. Already dressed for going out, Maes stood there, tapping his toes. The tapping picked up pace as Roy fussed with the seams of his socks before putting his feet into his snow boots.
“Stop that,” the boy snapped. “Quit staring and go get the sleds.”
Maes disappeared. Roy managed to get his boots on then decided he might need another shirt. Jacket, hat and gloves followed in short order. Wearing so much heavy clothing, Roy could barely waddle down the steps.
In the lobby, Maes leaned on the upright toboggan. In his other hand, he had a large metal disc. He shook the saucer at Roy. “For you. This puppy goes fast. You’re so light you’ll slide all the way to the next town.”
Roy wrinkled his nose. Sometimes he just wanted to punch Maes but the boy was his best friend, his only friend really. There weren’t many kids their age in Madam Christmas’ home and Roy still felt too shy to venture far. At the moment, Madam Christmas let Roy stay in his room, more concerned with getting him to eat and getting him healthy. The boy figured she expected Maes to introduce him to other boys in town later. “I’ll slide right over you.”
“You’re a walking fit of temper.” Maes shoved the saucer into Roy’s hands.
“Boys.” Madam Christmas’ voice halted them. They both turned to look at her. The dark-haired woman stood next to a little girl all suited up to go outside. Raven curls peeked out of the girl’s hood. The girl’s hand rested on the head of a black water dog, the type favored by duck hunters. “Daniela wants to go sledding, too. Take her with you.”
“Aww,” Roy groaned.
“But girls are where cooties come from,” Maes pouted. “Everyone knows that.”
“I don’t have cooties!” Daniela stuck her tongue out.
“You’re taking Daniela,” Madam Christmas replied in a tone that brooked no further argument.
Roy sighed. Now they were stuck with the bratty cootie factory. Daniela was Madam Christmas’ real daughter and she made him nervous. What if Madam Christmas decided Daniela was all she needed?
Daniela ran down to the basement and came back up with another smaller toboggan. Sullenly, Maes and Roy trudged outside and she had to run to keep up with them. The five-year-old’s little legs couldn’t match their stride. Hearing a little cry behind him, Roy turned to see Daniela face down in a drift. Sighing, he went over to help her up but only because Ebony, her dog, was licking her and that had to make her face cold.
Daniela struggled to carry her toboggan up the hill. Roy knew he could exchange sleds with her, his being lighter, but he didn’t want her to come in the first place. Let her struggle. Maybe she’d go home. Ebony bounded up the hill faster than any of them. When they all got to the top, they lined up their sleds.
”Last one to the bottom is a rotten egg,” Maes cried, leaping on his.
Roy pushed off on his sled. Behind him, Daniela was bogged down by Ebony jumping on and riding with her. His metal saucer slid like lightning down the hill but Maes had neglected to tell him one thing; there was no steering the disc. Roy careened over a bump and went airborne. He managed to cling to the disc, which began spinning its way, top-like to the bottom. “MAES! THIS THING STINKS!”
”Can’t hear you,” Maes cried, jogging back up the hill, almost running in slow motion through the thick snow. “And I won!”
“You suck!” Roy lugged the metal sled back up. It would be too mean to give it to Daniela. The girl might hurt.
“Don’t run so fast,” Daniela said, Ebony running loops around her.
”Grow some longer legs,” Maes shot back.
They lined up their sleds again at the crest of the hill. This time Roy leapt out to an early lead. Maes skidded out and Roy tasted victory. He barely saw the black blur out of the corner of his eye. Ebony hit him and he flew off his sled. Roy went head over tail, snow plowing into his clothing as he went. Daniela slid right past him, first to the bottom.
“Dumb dog!” Roy grumbled, dusting himself off. Ebony grabbed the rope to the disc and to his surprise she started hauling it up the hill. Roy raced after her. “The dog has my sled.”
”Let’s see if we can make her ride it,” Maes said.
”Yay!” Daniela shoved the rope to her sled at Roy. He hauled it up for her.
“Then how will I ride?” Roy pouted even though he really wanted to see a dog sled riding.
When they got to the top, he and Maes positioned Maes’ toboggan while Daniela got Ebony to give up the metal one. Roy had suggested that the flat toboggan would be easier for the dog to control. Daniela lured Ebony into place and they stood back, waiting. Ebony eyed the hill then started whining, digging her paws on the wood. She jumped off, nudged it with her nose and, when the sled started moving, the retriever got back on. Ebony rode half way down the hill before jumping off the unsteady toboggan. She raced it to the bottom, barking at it.
Daniela took her sled down and the boys followed her. Carrying the sleds back up, they let the dog ride down alongside them again. This time Ebony abandoned her sled a little further down the hill, darting right across Maes and Roy’s path. Yelping, Maes yanked on the rope and the toboggan tipped. He and Roy spilled out. Roy found himself sliding feet first right toward a birch tree. He couldn’t get his legs together before slamming into it. His breath deserted him. He couldn’t even groan. The bright sky had been replaced with a dark field covered with sparkles.
“I can’t find my glasses!” Maes wailed. “Roy!”
“Roy hit a tree,” Daniela said.
”Oh damn. Help me, Daniela.” Maes started crawling back up the path his body had plowed, hoping to find his glasses. Roy was dimly aware of all this going on around him but it was far less important to him than the intense, senses-robbing throbbing between his legs.
“Here they are!” Daniela cried triumphantly.
“Thanks!” There was a pause and Roy imagined Maes trying to knock the snow off his lenses. “Oh…did he hit like I think he did? Roy, you okay?”
“No,” Roy whimpered just as Ebony came over to add insult to injury by licking his face. His arms barely moved to protect himself, the pain immobilizing him. Suddenly, Roy felt himself being dragged away from the tree. Ebony had him by the hood, pulling in fits and stops until she had him freed from the bark-covered villain. The dog towed him down the hill. “Help! She thinks I’m dead. She’s taking me off to eat me.”
“She’s rescuing you!” Daniela’s tone was as sharp as the bits of rock jabbing through the snow to pinch his bottom.
Maes stomped over and shooed the dog off. He helped Roy sit up. “Can you stand?”
“I’m dead, so no.”
“You talk a lot for a dead guy. Daniela, give me a hand,” Maes said.
Together, they helped Roy up. He minced to the bottom of the hill where they collected the sleds. It was slow going back to the hotel. Silke, one of the older girls, and Madam Christmas were in the lobby, dusting.
”That was fast,” Silke said.
“Roy caught a tree between the legs,” Maes replied with just a hint of amusement and a dash of sympathy.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Madam Christmas set aside her dust rag and came over to Roy. “Let’s get these snowy things off you so I can check you out.”
“I’ll get some hot tea started,” Silke said.
“But…” Roy’s lower lip trembled. “I don’t want a girl to look.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Madam Christmas peeled off his jacket. “Silke, go find Dr. Reeve’s number just in case.”
”A doctor!” Roy shrieked.
“You probably don’t need him,” Madam Christmas said soothingly, picking Roy up. “Maes, Daniela, clean up here. Let’s make sure you didn’t do yourself a mischief, Roy.”
At that, Roy started crying. Madam Christmas carried him upstairs and got the rest of his clothing off. Silke called Dr. Reeve without waiting for Madam Christmas to finish her own exam. The doctor deemed Roy to be badly bruised but not seriously harmed. Madam Christmas helped him into warm clothing and put him to bed with his book. Silke brought up the tea. Roy was busy reading to forget the pain between his legs when Maes reappeared.
“Gah, you’re reading that book again.” He jumped onto the bed next to Roy.
“It’s not like you don’t like to read,” Roy countered.
“Fun stuff. I like scary books.” Maes ticked a finger off the cover of Roy’s book. “Not boring alchemy stuff.”
”If I had stuck to my alchemy, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” Roy shoved him.
“Come on, watching the dog sled ride was fun.”
“I smashed my goolies!” Roy grimaced. “It wasn’t fun.”
“You played. That beats alchemy every time.” Maes smirked.
Roy used the alchemy book to beat Maes.