Drabbles #oo4-oo5
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Psiren x Riza
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 273
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Prompt: For tjalorak. "She. Stole. My. Gun. I'm going to kill her. Slowly."
#oo5: For everbliss: Lust x Greed
Drabble #oo4
The first thing you much understand about Riza Hawkeye is that she is not a hothead by nature. In fact, if anything, she was the complete opposite with a level-headed coolness that produced a calming effect on even the Fullmetal Alchemist when any word resembling ‘shrimp’ in sound was muttered in his vicinity.
So one bright, cheery Tuesday morning, the East City Military Office was taken by surprise when she stormed in, uncharacteristically disordered, with hair flying in all direction, jacket unbuttoned, demanding loudly for a search-and-arrest warrant for one, Psiren.
When inquired ‘why’ by the innocently curious colonel, she turned on him, eyes wild, and said in a low, dangerous voice:
“She. Stole. My. Guns.” A collective gasp rose from the now-large audience. “I am going to KILL her. Slowly. I may need to borrow your cooking pot, sir.”
Mustang raised an eyebrow. “Pot, Lieutenant?”
“To boil her in, sir.”
“How did she steal your guns- all of them-, Lieutenant?”
“She burglarized my house last night.”
“Ah, I see.” Riza was not wearing a bra. “Of course.”
She stormed right back out after obtaining her request, brandishing the paper of power, leaving the Colonel shrugging to his subordinates.
Riza had always been quite possessive of her guns.
That night, she and a guest had a lovely dinner, courtesy of Roy Mustang’s great big pot. .
That night, Psiren made off with Riza’s collection of animal vibrators.
O . W . A . R . I
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Lust x Greed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 209
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Prompt: For everbliss. Acceptance or Forgive
Drabble #oo5
If the word ‘death’ meant a never-ending void of darkness and despair, why could it not deposit her at the opposite end from him?
“So why the modesty? Why all the clothes, Lust?” Greed asked, dragging out the last word with a painful emphasis. “We’re both sins here, aren’t we? Let’s see some skin.”
“I notice you haven’t shed yours.” Lust replied icily, eyeing his gaudy leather pants and assortment of wallet chains. “Or maybe you’re just small in the sack. Has your desire for all the world has to offer left you with nothing?”
“Now, now.” Greed glided over and caught Lust in his arms, receiving little resistance from her. “I want you.”
“You want everything.”
“And I had everything in this fucking place- until you came along. Now that you’re here, I want you too, and you’re Lust, you can’t fool me. I know you want me to want you.” Greed smiled, flashing a row of pointed teeth.
Lust rolled her eyes, seemingly contemplating the thought of the rest of her existence, spent with this one man. Not a pleasant thought at all, but in the end, she opened her arms to him.
Once upon a time, there were two sins locked in the abyss of Death.
O . W . A . R . I
Pairing: Psiren x Riza
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 273
Archived @ Master List
Prompt: For tjalorak. "She. Stole. My. Gun. I'm going to kill her. Slowly."
#oo5: For everbliss: Lust x Greed
Drabble #oo4
The first thing you much understand about Riza Hawkeye is that she is not a hothead by nature. In fact, if anything, she was the complete opposite with a level-headed coolness that produced a calming effect on even the Fullmetal Alchemist when any word resembling ‘shrimp’ in sound was muttered in his vicinity.
So one bright, cheery Tuesday morning, the East City Military Office was taken by surprise when she stormed in, uncharacteristically disordered, with hair flying in all direction, jacket unbuttoned, demanding loudly for a search-and-arrest warrant for one, Psiren.
When inquired ‘why’ by the innocently curious colonel, she turned on him, eyes wild, and said in a low, dangerous voice:
“She. Stole. My. Guns.” A collective gasp rose from the now-large audience. “I am going to KILL her. Slowly. I may need to borrow your cooking pot, sir.”
Mustang raised an eyebrow. “Pot, Lieutenant?”
“To boil her in, sir.”
“How did she steal your guns- all of them-, Lieutenant?”
“She burglarized my house last night.”
“Ah, I see.” Riza was not wearing a bra. “Of course.”
She stormed right back out after obtaining her request, brandishing the paper of power, leaving the Colonel shrugging to his subordinates.
Riza had always been quite possessive of her guns.
That night, she and a guest had a lovely dinner, courtesy of Roy Mustang’s great big pot. .
That night, Psiren made off with Riza’s collection of animal vibrators.
O . W . A . R . I
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Lust x Greed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 209
Archived @ Master List
Prompt: For everbliss. Acceptance or Forgive
Drabble #oo5
If the word ‘death’ meant a never-ending void of darkness and despair, why could it not deposit her at the opposite end from him?
“So why the modesty? Why all the clothes, Lust?” Greed asked, dragging out the last word with a painful emphasis. “We’re both sins here, aren’t we? Let’s see some skin.”
“I notice you haven’t shed yours.” Lust replied icily, eyeing his gaudy leather pants and assortment of wallet chains. “Or maybe you’re just small in the sack. Has your desire for all the world has to offer left you with nothing?”
“Now, now.” Greed glided over and caught Lust in his arms, receiving little resistance from her. “I want you.”
“You want everything.”
“And I had everything in this fucking place- until you came along. Now that you’re here, I want you too, and you’re Lust, you can’t fool me. I know you want me to want you.” Greed smiled, flashing a row of pointed teeth.
Lust rolled her eyes, seemingly contemplating the thought of the rest of her existence, spent with this one man. Not a pleasant thought at all, but in the end, she opened her arms to him.
Once upon a time, there were two sins locked in the abyss of Death.
O . W . A . R . I