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Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: So far PG-13 for Ed's dirty mouth
Ed wished Gracia Hughes would teach him how she managed to always get people to do what she wanted without actually asking, or without even the person realizing he had been put to work.
That was how the Fullmetal Alchemist ended up with table setting duty while his brother played with Elysia and the famous Max.
Amazing smells wafted from the kitchen where Mrs. Hughes was putting the finishing touches on dinner. A wave of almost unbearable nostalgia and wistfulness washed over Ed as he laid out the silverware. He quashed down the feeling. The smell of a home cooked meal, setting the table, the laughter of playing children. It was the rhythm and flow of a family, a reminder of all that he had lost.
Selfish. He chided himself harshly. Al lost even more than you. You still have a body, minus a few parts, but better than nothing. Al has nothing. He glanced over at his brother, who was testing Max’s reflexes with a catnip mouse on a string. No body, not to mention living with the constant fear that people will find out there’s nothing behind that metal cage.
He must have been standing there for a while. Hi didn’t even notice Gracia come up behind him. “Nice work with the table Ed. Thank you for the help.”
“My pleasure Mrs. Hughes. But I’m curious. Why six places?”
Gracia smiled, “Maes is bringing a guest for dinner.”
Guest? Who could Hughes be bringing for a guest? Another alchemist? For a brief moment a horrible thought entered his brain, but just as quickly Ed dismissed it. The fates couldn’t be that cruel in only a couple of days.
“Hey Ed! Come see what Max can do,” Ed’s ecstatic younger brother called from the living room.
Gracia chuckled. “Go on, Ed. I can handle the rest.”
Ed into the living room and plopped himself in a comfy overstuffed chair. Al and Elysia were both sitting on the floor, engrossed in their cat and mouse game, giggling like maniacs. “Look at how high we can make him jump!” Al laughed.
Ed grinned, loving seeing his brother in such high spirits. It was hard for Ed to think that every moment spent like this was a moment he wasn’t working on getting Al and his bodies back. He felt a twinge of something akin to guilt for avoiding that bastard Mustang all day. If he had just bitten the bullet, they might already have their next assignment and be ready to leave tomorrow. Instead he had just delayed the inevitable. He still had to face Mustang. In the end he had only screwed himself.
He vowed to march into the colonel’s office first thing in the morning and demand his next assignment, if there even was one. In the bright light of the Hughes’ living room, surrounded by brothers and children and kittens, with the sweet smell of what he presumed was pie wafting through the air, the whole sordid affair with Mustang seemed miles away and frankly ridiculous. It had to have been an anomaly, a hormonal hiccup or something. How could he possibly be attracted, out of all the men and women in the world, to the one person on the planet he could stand the least?
Tomorrow would be all business. He would come prepared. He would not be baited, he would not be distracted, he would not be … tempted? He shuddered at the thought. He would get his assignment and he and Al would haul out. That would serve the dual purpose of getting back to the search for the stone and putting as many miles between him and Mustang as possible.
The sound of a door opening heralded the return of Maes Hughes. If there was any doubt as to who was at the front door, an inhumanly cheerful voice chimed out “Elysia-sweetie, Daddy’s home!”
Elysia cut loose with a high pitched cry of “Daddy!” and, kitten forgotten, ran hell-bent for leather to greet her doting father.
“Daddy! Daddy! Come see who’s here!” Elysia came back to the living room dragging her father by the hand. “Ed! Al!" she called. "Daddy brought Uncle Roy for dinner. It’s like a party!”
Uncle Roy?
From behind Maes Hughes appeared the smirking, scheming, sneaky, (sexy?), abhorrent visage of Ed’s arch-nemesis. And before he could stop them, the words just leapt out of Ed’s mouth;
“You have GOT to be fucking joking!”
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akainagiGenre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: So far PG-13 for Ed's dirty mouth
Ed wished Gracia Hughes would teach him how she managed to always get people to do what she wanted without actually asking, or without even the person realizing he had been put to work.
That was how the Fullmetal Alchemist ended up with table setting duty while his brother played with Elysia and the famous Max.
Amazing smells wafted from the kitchen where Mrs. Hughes was putting the finishing touches on dinner. A wave of almost unbearable nostalgia and wistfulness washed over Ed as he laid out the silverware. He quashed down the feeling. The smell of a home cooked meal, setting the table, the laughter of playing children. It was the rhythm and flow of a family, a reminder of all that he had lost.
Selfish. He chided himself harshly. Al lost even more than you. You still have a body, minus a few parts, but better than nothing. Al has nothing. He glanced over at his brother, who was testing Max’s reflexes with a catnip mouse on a string. No body, not to mention living with the constant fear that people will find out there’s nothing behind that metal cage.
He must have been standing there for a while. Hi didn’t even notice Gracia come up behind him. “Nice work with the table Ed. Thank you for the help.”
“My pleasure Mrs. Hughes. But I’m curious. Why six places?”
Gracia smiled, “Maes is bringing a guest for dinner.”
Guest? Who could Hughes be bringing for a guest? Another alchemist? For a brief moment a horrible thought entered his brain, but just as quickly Ed dismissed it. The fates couldn’t be that cruel in only a couple of days.
“Hey Ed! Come see what Max can do,” Ed’s ecstatic younger brother called from the living room.
Gracia chuckled. “Go on, Ed. I can handle the rest.”
Ed into the living room and plopped himself in a comfy overstuffed chair. Al and Elysia were both sitting on the floor, engrossed in their cat and mouse game, giggling like maniacs. “Look at how high we can make him jump!” Al laughed.
Ed grinned, loving seeing his brother in such high spirits. It was hard for Ed to think that every moment spent like this was a moment he wasn’t working on getting Al and his bodies back. He felt a twinge of something akin to guilt for avoiding that bastard Mustang all day. If he had just bitten the bullet, they might already have their next assignment and be ready to leave tomorrow. Instead he had just delayed the inevitable. He still had to face Mustang. In the end he had only screwed himself.
He vowed to march into the colonel’s office first thing in the morning and demand his next assignment, if there even was one. In the bright light of the Hughes’ living room, surrounded by brothers and children and kittens, with the sweet smell of what he presumed was pie wafting through the air, the whole sordid affair with Mustang seemed miles away and frankly ridiculous. It had to have been an anomaly, a hormonal hiccup or something. How could he possibly be attracted, out of all the men and women in the world, to the one person on the planet he could stand the least?
Tomorrow would be all business. He would come prepared. He would not be baited, he would not be distracted, he would not be … tempted? He shuddered at the thought. He would get his assignment and he and Al would haul out. That would serve the dual purpose of getting back to the search for the stone and putting as many miles between him and Mustang as possible.
The sound of a door opening heralded the return of Maes Hughes. If there was any doubt as to who was at the front door, an inhumanly cheerful voice chimed out “Elysia-sweetie, Daddy’s home!”
Elysia cut loose with a high pitched cry of “Daddy!” and, kitten forgotten, ran hell-bent for leather to greet her doting father.
“Daddy! Daddy! Come see who’s here!” Elysia came back to the living room dragging her father by the hand. “Ed! Al!" she called. "Daddy brought Uncle Roy for dinner. It’s like a party!”
Uncle Roy?
From behind Maes Hughes appeared the smirking, scheming, sneaky, (sexy?), abhorrent visage of Ed’s arch-nemesis. And before he could stop them, the words just leapt out of Ed’s mouth;
“You have GOT to be fucking joking!”
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