Drabbles
Overall Rating: PG
Don’t Get Cocky
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General; he was going after her aggressively. So far, the rumor mill said, he had been wholly unsuccessful.
There was, not unexpectedly, a betting pool in Roy’s office, started by the Second Lieutenants. Such was it that all work was momentarily postponed to exchange cens when the Major-General suddenly appeared to succumb to the Colonel’s advances.
Roy smirked around at his staff. “Who da man?”
From the hall, Olivier’s voice echoed back emphatically. “I’m the man.”
Amid snickers from his men, Roy answered, “…Yes, sir.”
Lessons Learned
Rose didn’t understand Ed’s “move forward” advice, but she did understand the concept of a rebound. She understood that very well.
She’d expected him to be hard to get, but all it took was a “show me” and he was willing to demonstrate what was left for her without her late boyfriend.
When he looked at her afterwards, hurt and confused, she thought it was only fair. He’d stolen all her hope away.
It was only when Ed got up and left, shoulders still held straight and without a glance back that Rose realized what he’d tried to teach her.
Helpless
Lust was perfectly controlled. Her seduction was always slow and deadly, so by the time her victim had realized they were being snared, they were already caught.
He was different. He made her want him, without doing a thing. He made her feel helpless. He made her namesake take her over, he wouldn’t give her the answers she was here to get, and that smile made something odd happen inside her that she couldn’t revoke.
Her revenge was sweet. He could see how he liked helplessness.
When she died, Lust was almost glad. She felt even more helpless without him.
Based On Merit
Kimblee had noticed Mustang’s alchemy first, then his title. Major Flame. Kimblee liked saying it. Depending on his mood, Mustang either flinched and got distant or grinned and got closer.
They killed together and slept together. It was Kimblee’s dream relationship, and Mustang didn’t complain. Kimblee doubted either of them ever had more fun in bed. If ever there was a spark, it was between the Crimson Alchemist and Major Flame.
But when the war was over and Mustang came to Kimblee for help with his guilt, Kimblee left him behind.
Kimblee chose his partners based on merit, not potential.
Contrary
Zolf J. Kimblee was a contrary man. He was contrary to the law, contrary to almost all morals, and otherwise contrary to general convention. Kimblee wore what he liked, said what he liked, killed what he liked.
Colonel Roy Mustang was rather contrary himself. He had a strong moral fiber, contrary to the military’s reputation for heartlessness. He liked men, contrary to which he was a womanizer.
The two becoming lovers was a contrary thing as well, betraying all expectations. More importantly, contrary to the popular belief, when one told the other he loved him, he was never telling lies.
Storm
Ling was like a tornado, an uncontrollable whirlwind of action and reaction and emotion, always surprising and fast and confusing. He suddenly appeared in Ed’s life the same way he suddenly appeared everywhere. He popped in, got what he wanted, popped out, only to be found again somewhere else.
So when Ed walked into his room one day to find Ling sitting cross-legged on his bed, he wasn’t all that surprised about it. And when Ed then found Ling in his pants, he wasn’t too stunned.
And when Ling was just gone, well, that wasn’t a great big shock either.
Undercover
Solaris was an odd name for an odd girl. She was sultry and seductive one second, and then cold and distant in the next second. She was always asking Jean some question or other, usually about his job. And, most importantly, she was always all over him, but she never wanted to take off her shirt.
Sometimes, Jean found himself supremely jealous of Solaris’s wardrobe. Her shirts and bras got to rub up against naked breasts all day long, and he never even got a glimpse.
When he finally got to see them, Jean desperately wished they’d stayed hidden forever.
Naughty
When he got over himself and accepted her forgiveness, she was the only thing that kept him up at night.
They’d had sex in Ed and Al’s dorm once, and Roy was positive he was going to have a heart attack. They’d also had sex at Hughes’s place. Maes was hell afterwards.
Winry had a thing for having sex in weird places. His office, the Automail surgery, everywhere…
When Roy brought it up, she said, “Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me for being such a naughty girl,” and Roy wondered how he was going to survive her.
Don’t Get Cocky
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General; he was going after her aggressively. So far, the rumor mill said, he had been wholly unsuccessful.
There was, not unexpectedly, a betting pool in Roy’s office, started by the Second Lieutenants. Such was it that all work was momentarily postponed to exchange cens when the Major-General suddenly appeared to succumb to the Colonel’s advances.
Roy smirked around at his staff. “Who da man?”
From the hall, Olivier’s voice echoed back emphatically. “I’m the man.”
Amid snickers from his men, Roy answered, “…Yes, sir.”
Lessons Learned
Rose didn’t understand Ed’s “move forward” advice, but she did understand the concept of a rebound. She understood that very well.
She’d expected him to be hard to get, but all it took was a “show me” and he was willing to demonstrate what was left for her without her late boyfriend.
When he looked at her afterwards, hurt and confused, she thought it was only fair. He’d stolen all her hope away.
It was only when Ed got up and left, shoulders still held straight and without a glance back that Rose realized what he’d tried to teach her.
Helpless
Lust was perfectly controlled. Her seduction was always slow and deadly, so by the time her victim had realized they were being snared, they were already caught.
He was different. He made her want him, without doing a thing. He made her feel helpless. He made her namesake take her over, he wouldn’t give her the answers she was here to get, and that smile made something odd happen inside her that she couldn’t revoke.
Her revenge was sweet. He could see how he liked helplessness.
When she died, Lust was almost glad. She felt even more helpless without him.
Based On Merit
Kimblee had noticed Mustang’s alchemy first, then his title. Major Flame. Kimblee liked saying it. Depending on his mood, Mustang either flinched and got distant or grinned and got closer.
They killed together and slept together. It was Kimblee’s dream relationship, and Mustang didn’t complain. Kimblee doubted either of them ever had more fun in bed. If ever there was a spark, it was between the Crimson Alchemist and Major Flame.
But when the war was over and Mustang came to Kimblee for help with his guilt, Kimblee left him behind.
Kimblee chose his partners based on merit, not potential.
Contrary
Zolf J. Kimblee was a contrary man. He was contrary to the law, contrary to almost all morals, and otherwise contrary to general convention. Kimblee wore what he liked, said what he liked, killed what he liked.
Colonel Roy Mustang was rather contrary himself. He had a strong moral fiber, contrary to the military’s reputation for heartlessness. He liked men, contrary to which he was a womanizer.
The two becoming lovers was a contrary thing as well, betraying all expectations. More importantly, contrary to the popular belief, when one told the other he loved him, he was never telling lies.
Storm
Ling was like a tornado, an uncontrollable whirlwind of action and reaction and emotion, always surprising and fast and confusing. He suddenly appeared in Ed’s life the same way he suddenly appeared everywhere. He popped in, got what he wanted, popped out, only to be found again somewhere else.
So when Ed walked into his room one day to find Ling sitting cross-legged on his bed, he wasn’t all that surprised about it. And when Ed then found Ling in his pants, he wasn’t too stunned.
And when Ling was just gone, well, that wasn’t a great big shock either.
Undercover
Solaris was an odd name for an odd girl. She was sultry and seductive one second, and then cold and distant in the next second. She was always asking Jean some question or other, usually about his job. And, most importantly, she was always all over him, but she never wanted to take off her shirt.
Sometimes, Jean found himself supremely jealous of Solaris’s wardrobe. Her shirts and bras got to rub up against naked breasts all day long, and he never even got a glimpse.
When he finally got to see them, Jean desperately wished they’d stayed hidden forever.
Naughty
When he got over himself and accepted her forgiveness, she was the only thing that kept him up at night.
They’d had sex in Ed and Al’s dorm once, and Roy was positive he was going to have a heart attack. They’d also had sex at Hughes’s place. Maes was hell afterwards.
Winry had a thing for having sex in weird places. His office, the Automail surgery, everywhere…
When Roy brought it up, she said, “Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me for being such a naughty girl,” and Roy wondered how he was going to survive her.