WHEEEEEE fanfic
Jan. 31st, 2006 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
envious_musesFinally, something unoriginal! XD All FMA flashfiction.
Title: Cat Trouble
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 336
Summary: RoyxEd.. something... currently with an artful fadeout... although, now that I don't have to worry about random, unexpected family members reading, it may finally get the originally planned smut ending. Stay tuned ;D
Edward Elric was most decidedly NOT at all cat-like. Oh, sure, he liked cats well enough, and, he supposed, some of his traits may have leaned slightly toward the feline, such as his ability to fall asleep almost anywhere. But that didn’t make Ed himself at all like a cat.
For one thing, he hated- no, detested- milk. Weren’t cats supposed to like the disgusting liquid chalk? Well, he didn’t. So, there, un-cat-like trait number one. He was sure he could think of more. He couldn’t pinpoint any right now, but he told himself it was because he was distracted... Yes, distracted…
And where did that stupid Colonel get off calling him a “good kitty” anyway? The fact that he was currently purring wasn’t helping his cause, either. His attempt to stop came out more as a growl, much to the amusement of said stupid Colonel. It wasn’t his fault his ears were sensitive. He hadn’t known he liked having his head petted, either, but it was soothing… And dammit, it was that bastard Colonel Dumbass’s fault in the first place. Even though he was lying with his back to the smirking bastard, Ed could just hear the expression on his face. No, he was NOT kneading his pillow. Stupid smirky bastard. If it just didn’t feel so damn good…
Roy Mustang smirked at the twitching he’d brought about with one simple, innocent comment. He only really began to worry when Fullmetal suddenly went completely still, and then stretched more gracefully than any cat, at least as far as Roy was concerned. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely noticed Edward had moved until he was completely wrapped around Roy and whispering in his ear.
“Good kitty, huh?” He jumped slightly as his ear was none-too-gently bitten. He checked with himself for a moment to make sure that he hadn’t imagined it, but no, Edward Elric had indeed bitten his ear. The smirk grew wider. Tonight was going to be interesting.
Title: Strays
Rating: G
Word count: 397
Summary: Riza thinking about the strays people in the office tend to bring in.
Riza Hawkeye sighed. She briefly wondered if it would be worth the bullets to chase Breda off the top of the filing cabinets. This week’s charity case must be a dog. She read over another document and put it on the pile for the Colonel’s attention. She’d give him another five minutes to finish his current game of solitaire and then he’d have to get back to work.
She made a mental note to acquisition more bullets. The Colonel would have to sign that, too. The people at supply were starting to become suspicious again.
If Breda didn’t shut up and get down very soon, she’d give him a reason to. Fury’s habit of using the office as his personal animal shelter would have to stop. She’d only made the problem worse by taking in one of the strays. Granted, Black Hayate was useful in his own way now that he’d worked his way into her life, but most of these animals had no place in a civilized household. Before Hayate had been a small yellow kitten that had seemed sweet at first, until it began to make a terror of itself. Finally, she’d just had to step in. Unfortunately it had escaped from the office and, as far as she knew, hadn’t been seen since. For such a small ball of fluff, it had certainly been quite the distraction.
Thankfully, Fury was the only one she had to worry about bringing in things off the street. Of course, Havoc had his excuses and her fingers twitched just thinking about the routines that Breda, Falman, and Fury were prone to launch into. But Fury was the only one who felt compelled to drag strays into her orderly, professional office. And her disapproving looks didn’t seem to be helping to resolve this particular situation any time soon.
With a last, futile glare at the antics of the office’s other occupants, she turned back to the paperwork, deciding the Colonel’s personal time was up. As she was rising, however, the sudden slam of the door caused her hand to jerk involuntarily toward her holster. The second, even louder slam announced that Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric had beaten her to the Colonel’s office.
With another sigh, she sat back down, resigning herself to another wasted day, her fingers twitching dangerously. Perhaps Fury wasn’t the only one to take in strays.
Title: Desire
Rating: PG
Word count: 498
Summary: Greed desires a lot of things.
Greed is an apt name, I suppose. I do want everything. I want possessions and people, preferably people willing to be possessions. But mostly I want freedom. Is that really so bad, to be so greedy as to not want to have to answer to anyone else, to listen to those sniveling idiots constantly following after “father.” No thank you. I’m fine on my own.
The other sins? Well, I don’t like them if that’s what you mean. I never have. I’m too possessive, I suppose; I have a somewhat greater idea of personal space than they do. Then again, I don’t hate them, either. Well, not really hate; that would be Wrath’s department. I won’t tell them that. As long as they know that I am more than willing to exert whatever force is necessary to protect what’s mine, including my freedom, well then, we won’t have any problems, will we?
I certainly don’t fear them. I don’t fear anything. Except, perhaps, her. But I’ve been out of her clutches long enough, and I don’t intend to go back. It’s a pity, really, that Gluttony attached himself to Lust rather than to me. I could have used a loyal ally in this fight. And I don’t delude myself by thinking I’ll be allowed my freedom for too long. I suppose I’m greedy even about the truth. They’re ignoring me for now because they don’t need me, but that will change and they’ll need the Ultimate Shield before they can complete whatever their plan is this time. The puppet masters are cunning that way, leaving us just enough string to hang ourselves with, then pulling tight the minute they need us. Well, not this time. I’ll take what consequences come, but they will be mine.
I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong impression. I won’t go down without a fight. That would be giving in, and I don’t do that. I will hold on to every last day, hour, and second until it is wrenched from my grasp.
Perhaps the only thing I don’t want is a soul. I don’t see how the others can wish to become weak, less than they are, human. I have no wish to give up what I have now. Immortality, time is what I crave most of all. How better to amass everything you could ever want than by having literally all the time in the world to reach out and grasp it. They can cringe and wish all they want, but I will be no one’s pet, not any more. How can you have everything if you are limited?
You know, they say that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. This is true. So I’ll willingly enter my own personal Hell, as long as it be on my terms and in my time. And in the end, isn’t that what matters?
Title: Cat Trouble
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 336
Summary: RoyxEd.. something... currently with an artful fadeout... although, now that I don't have to worry about random, unexpected family members reading, it may finally get the originally planned smut ending. Stay tuned ;D
Edward Elric was most decidedly NOT at all cat-like. Oh, sure, he liked cats well enough, and, he supposed, some of his traits may have leaned slightly toward the feline, such as his ability to fall asleep almost anywhere. But that didn’t make Ed himself at all like a cat.
For one thing, he hated- no, detested- milk. Weren’t cats supposed to like the disgusting liquid chalk? Well, he didn’t. So, there, un-cat-like trait number one. He was sure he could think of more. He couldn’t pinpoint any right now, but he told himself it was because he was distracted... Yes, distracted…
And where did that stupid Colonel get off calling him a “good kitty” anyway? The fact that he was currently purring wasn’t helping his cause, either. His attempt to stop came out more as a growl, much to the amusement of said stupid Colonel. It wasn’t his fault his ears were sensitive. He hadn’t known he liked having his head petted, either, but it was soothing… And dammit, it was that bastard Colonel Dumbass’s fault in the first place. Even though he was lying with his back to the smirking bastard, Ed could just hear the expression on his face. No, he was NOT kneading his pillow. Stupid smirky bastard. If it just didn’t feel so damn good…
Roy Mustang smirked at the twitching he’d brought about with one simple, innocent comment. He only really began to worry when Fullmetal suddenly went completely still, and then stretched more gracefully than any cat, at least as far as Roy was concerned. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely noticed Edward had moved until he was completely wrapped around Roy and whispering in his ear.
“Good kitty, huh?” He jumped slightly as his ear was none-too-gently bitten. He checked with himself for a moment to make sure that he hadn’t imagined it, but no, Edward Elric had indeed bitten his ear. The smirk grew wider. Tonight was going to be interesting.
Title: Strays
Rating: G
Word count: 397
Summary: Riza thinking about the strays people in the office tend to bring in.
Riza Hawkeye sighed. She briefly wondered if it would be worth the bullets to chase Breda off the top of the filing cabinets. This week’s charity case must be a dog. She read over another document and put it on the pile for the Colonel’s attention. She’d give him another five minutes to finish his current game of solitaire and then he’d have to get back to work.
She made a mental note to acquisition more bullets. The Colonel would have to sign that, too. The people at supply were starting to become suspicious again.
If Breda didn’t shut up and get down very soon, she’d give him a reason to. Fury’s habit of using the office as his personal animal shelter would have to stop. She’d only made the problem worse by taking in one of the strays. Granted, Black Hayate was useful in his own way now that he’d worked his way into her life, but most of these animals had no place in a civilized household. Before Hayate had been a small yellow kitten that had seemed sweet at first, until it began to make a terror of itself. Finally, she’d just had to step in. Unfortunately it had escaped from the office and, as far as she knew, hadn’t been seen since. For such a small ball of fluff, it had certainly been quite the distraction.
Thankfully, Fury was the only one she had to worry about bringing in things off the street. Of course, Havoc had his excuses and her fingers twitched just thinking about the routines that Breda, Falman, and Fury were prone to launch into. But Fury was the only one who felt compelled to drag strays into her orderly, professional office. And her disapproving looks didn’t seem to be helping to resolve this particular situation any time soon.
With a last, futile glare at the antics of the office’s other occupants, she turned back to the paperwork, deciding the Colonel’s personal time was up. As she was rising, however, the sudden slam of the door caused her hand to jerk involuntarily toward her holster. The second, even louder slam announced that Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric had beaten her to the Colonel’s office.
With another sigh, she sat back down, resigning herself to another wasted day, her fingers twitching dangerously. Perhaps Fury wasn’t the only one to take in strays.
Title: Desire
Rating: PG
Word count: 498
Summary: Greed desires a lot of things.
Greed is an apt name, I suppose. I do want everything. I want possessions and people, preferably people willing to be possessions. But mostly I want freedom. Is that really so bad, to be so greedy as to not want to have to answer to anyone else, to listen to those sniveling idiots constantly following after “father.” No thank you. I’m fine on my own.
The other sins? Well, I don’t like them if that’s what you mean. I never have. I’m too possessive, I suppose; I have a somewhat greater idea of personal space than they do. Then again, I don’t hate them, either. Well, not really hate; that would be Wrath’s department. I won’t tell them that. As long as they know that I am more than willing to exert whatever force is necessary to protect what’s mine, including my freedom, well then, we won’t have any problems, will we?
I certainly don’t fear them. I don’t fear anything. Except, perhaps, her. But I’ve been out of her clutches long enough, and I don’t intend to go back. It’s a pity, really, that Gluttony attached himself to Lust rather than to me. I could have used a loyal ally in this fight. And I don’t delude myself by thinking I’ll be allowed my freedom for too long. I suppose I’m greedy even about the truth. They’re ignoring me for now because they don’t need me, but that will change and they’ll need the Ultimate Shield before they can complete whatever their plan is this time. The puppet masters are cunning that way, leaving us just enough string to hang ourselves with, then pulling tight the minute they need us. Well, not this time. I’ll take what consequences come, but they will be mine.
I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong impression. I won’t go down without a fight. That would be giving in, and I don’t do that. I will hold on to every last day, hour, and second until it is wrenched from my grasp.
Perhaps the only thing I don’t want is a soul. I don’t see how the others can wish to become weak, less than they are, human. I have no wish to give up what I have now. Immortality, time is what I crave most of all. How better to amass everything you could ever want than by having literally all the time in the world to reach out and grasp it. They can cringe and wish all they want, but I will be no one’s pet, not any more. How can you have everything if you are limited?
You know, they say that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. This is true. So I’ll willingly enter my own personal Hell, as long as it be on my terms and in my time. And in the end, isn’t that what matters?