2 Alphabet Drabbles (Mustang/Hughes, friendship) I and J
Title: I is for Irritate
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG for irresponsible fire use.
Disclaimer: Very silly.
Author's Note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Irritate.
Ever since they first became roommates, Maes has always found new and exciting ways to irritate Roy. Most of their co-workers were amazed that Roy had never torched Maes after putting up with him for close to a decade.
But what the rest of the soldiers at Central Command didn't know was that there had been one time that Roy had used his fire alchemy on Maes. They had both sworn afterwards never to speak of it again. It remained a secret that was shared only between the two of them.
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It was a beautiful day at the academy. The boys had been roommates for close to two years, and it was almost graduation time.
Maes was hatching a devious scheme for one last prank before they left. He had procured several bags of fertilizer from the maintenance shed where all the grounds keeping supplies were kept. He planned on spelling out an obscene word in fertilizer on the parade grounds the night before graduation.
The plan went well, too well, the way Roy saw it. They were able to get to the parade grounds with the fertilizer with little problem. They used a couple of cadets (willing accomplices) as lookouts, spreading the fertilizer out in nice, large letters over the grass, already moist with dew, and they even had enough left over for a little flourish at the end.
When it was over, they disposed of the evidence, and their accomplices split off to avoid suspicion. Roy and Maes didn't stop their brisk walk until they got to the outside of their dorm room, where they paused for a moment.
"Whew." Maes wiped the sweat away from his brow with the back of a dirty hand. "I need a shower and some sleep, but first, I think I need a celebratory cigarette."
"You know those things are bad for you." Roy replied into the utter darkness of the night.
"Yes, Daddy." Maes smiled and grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket. "Just gimme a light, please."
Roy grinned, a wicked grin. He decided that he was going to give Maes a little scare, his own one last little prank. "Yeah, sure." he replied to his best friend. He snapped his fingers as usual, but he let the flame jump higher, letting it flicker right in front of Maes' face. But he didn't know that when Maes had wiped his face, some of the fertilizer had streaked onto his skin.
Highly flammable fertilizer.
"What the-" was the only thing that Maes got to stay before he saw the quick flash of light and felt the searing singe of flesh. Roy's eyes went wide and he snuffed out the flame- but not before it was too late. They both ran back inside the building and into their dorm room, where Maes ran into the bathroom and splashed water on his face.
"My eyebrows!" Roy heard from the other side of the door. "You fried my freaking eyebrows!"
"It wasn't my fault that you wanted a light, manure face."
"And it wasn't my fault that you decided to give me a flamethrower instead of a lighter!"
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The next day, at graduation, there were quiet snickers in the crowd, but the alchemist's temper was well known, and nobody asked why Maes Hughes has no eyebrows and Roy Mustang had a black eye.
And only the faintest hint of fertilizer could be smelt on the breeze by the time the maintenance crew cleaned up the mess, long before the first cadet arrived on the parade grounds.
Title: J is for Job
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Kinda silly.
Author's Note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Job.
Roy liked his job. It paid well enough, but money was never really the issue with him. He didn't have a high cost lifestyle. In fact, his apartment was pretty sparsely furnished. He didn't spend much time there anyways. When he wasn't at his job, he was usually out on some sort of a date, in which case the bed would be used for things other than sleeping.
He had some prestige from his job. Almost everyone in Central, an even in other towns around Amestris knew who the Flame Alchemist was. He never made a secret about how he loved the attention that it gave him. Women loved a hot man, and who is hotter than the Flame?
The alchemist enjoyed his staff. They were good, loyal men (and woman) who worked well together and under his leadership. They would lay their lives on the line for him, he knew that. And they knew that he would do the same for them. Even the other soldiers that he worked with that weren't directly under his order were mostly tolerable, and he had many more allies than enemies.
And then there was Maes Hughes.
The two men had been friends for the better part of a decade. And there hadn't been a day that had gone by yet that Maes hadn't either called him, or come to visit him at work when they were stationed together in Central.
Maes would always bother Roy with pictures- first of his wife, and later of his little girl, and he always asked the alchemist when he was going to settle down and get a wife.
As much as Roy liked his job, he sometimes wondered if it was worth it to put up with his best friend working the same building. He figured that that should at least be worth hazard pay.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG for irresponsible fire use.
Disclaimer: Very silly.
Author's Note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Irritate.
Ever since they first became roommates, Maes has always found new and exciting ways to irritate Roy. Most of their co-workers were amazed that Roy had never torched Maes after putting up with him for close to a decade.
But what the rest of the soldiers at Central Command didn't know was that there had been one time that Roy had used his fire alchemy on Maes. They had both sworn afterwards never to speak of it again. It remained a secret that was shared only between the two of them.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
It was a beautiful day at the academy. The boys had been roommates for close to two years, and it was almost graduation time.
Maes was hatching a devious scheme for one last prank before they left. He had procured several bags of fertilizer from the maintenance shed where all the grounds keeping supplies were kept. He planned on spelling out an obscene word in fertilizer on the parade grounds the night before graduation.
The plan went well, too well, the way Roy saw it. They were able to get to the parade grounds with the fertilizer with little problem. They used a couple of cadets (willing accomplices) as lookouts, spreading the fertilizer out in nice, large letters over the grass, already moist with dew, and they even had enough left over for a little flourish at the end.
When it was over, they disposed of the evidence, and their accomplices split off to avoid suspicion. Roy and Maes didn't stop their brisk walk until they got to the outside of their dorm room, where they paused for a moment.
"Whew." Maes wiped the sweat away from his brow with the back of a dirty hand. "I need a shower and some sleep, but first, I think I need a celebratory cigarette."
"You know those things are bad for you." Roy replied into the utter darkness of the night.
"Yes, Daddy." Maes smiled and grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket. "Just gimme a light, please."
Roy grinned, a wicked grin. He decided that he was going to give Maes a little scare, his own one last little prank. "Yeah, sure." he replied to his best friend. He snapped his fingers as usual, but he let the flame jump higher, letting it flicker right in front of Maes' face. But he didn't know that when Maes had wiped his face, some of the fertilizer had streaked onto his skin.
Highly flammable fertilizer.
"What the-" was the only thing that Maes got to stay before he saw the quick flash of light and felt the searing singe of flesh. Roy's eyes went wide and he snuffed out the flame- but not before it was too late. They both ran back inside the building and into their dorm room, where Maes ran into the bathroom and splashed water on his face.
"My eyebrows!" Roy heard from the other side of the door. "You fried my freaking eyebrows!"
"It wasn't my fault that you wanted a light, manure face."
"And it wasn't my fault that you decided to give me a flamethrower instead of a lighter!"
______________________________________________________________________________
The next day, at graduation, there were quiet snickers in the crowd, but the alchemist's temper was well known, and nobody asked why Maes Hughes has no eyebrows and Roy Mustang had a black eye.
And only the faintest hint of fertilizer could be smelt on the breeze by the time the maintenance crew cleaned up the mess, long before the first cadet arrived on the parade grounds.
Title: J is for Job
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Kinda silly.
Author's Note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane, who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Job.
Roy liked his job. It paid well enough, but money was never really the issue with him. He didn't have a high cost lifestyle. In fact, his apartment was pretty sparsely furnished. He didn't spend much time there anyways. When he wasn't at his job, he was usually out on some sort of a date, in which case the bed would be used for things other than sleeping.
He had some prestige from his job. Almost everyone in Central, an even in other towns around Amestris knew who the Flame Alchemist was. He never made a secret about how he loved the attention that it gave him. Women loved a hot man, and who is hotter than the Flame?
The alchemist enjoyed his staff. They were good, loyal men (and woman) who worked well together and under his leadership. They would lay their lives on the line for him, he knew that. And they knew that he would do the same for them. Even the other soldiers that he worked with that weren't directly under his order were mostly tolerable, and he had many more allies than enemies.
And then there was Maes Hughes.
The two men had been friends for the better part of a decade. And there hadn't been a day that had gone by yet that Maes hadn't either called him, or come to visit him at work when they were stationed together in Central.
Maes would always bother Roy with pictures- first of his wife, and later of his little girl, and he always asked the alchemist when he was going to settle down and get a wife.
As much as Roy liked his job, he sometimes wondered if it was worth it to put up with his best friend working the same building. He figured that that should at least be worth hazard pay.