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scriveyner) wrote2013-12-19 09:47 am
scriveyner) wrote2013-12-19 09:47 am
Entry tags:
- au: mashup,
- character: alphonse elric,
- character: alphonse elric (mashup),
- character: edward elric,
- character: edward elric (mashup),
- character: kaoru kamiya,
- character: kaoru kamiya (mashup),
- character: mei chang,
- character: mei chang (mashup),
- character: rian martin,
- character: rian martin (mashup),
- character: roy mustang,
- character: roy mustang (mashup),
- character: winry rockbell,
- character: winry rockbell (mashup),
- genre: holiday fic,
- pairing: al/mei,
- pairing: roy/ed/winry,
- prompt list: 12 days of ficmas,
- series: fullmetal alchemist,
- series: supernatural,
- wc: under 1000
Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - Christmas Tree [Roy/Ed/Winry] [Al/Mei]
Title:#06 - Christmas Tree
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Chasing the Sun/Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed/Winry, Al/Mei, Rian, Kaoru
Rating: T
Length: 911
Summary: Holidays in the bunker are kinda special.
"I thought I told you no tree," Ed called as he passed through the library, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and the hilt of a khukri protruding from the bag. Al was following behind him, a day-old gash on his jaw and dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
Rian Martin lifted his head. He looked a few shades healthier than he had when Ed and Al had departed the bunker earlier in the week, and that was likely from Winry bullying him into eating and sleeping, two things that seemed lower on his priority list than most. “What?” He watched the brothers exit toward the individual bedrooms, glanced back at the library and finally noticed the five-foot tree dressed in archaic holiday lights and tinsel. “What?”
Ed dropped his duffel bag on the bed, across the legs of Roy Mustang, who was sprawled out, book draped across his face. The heavy, weapons-laden bag made him leap upwards, sending the book flying to the floor and knocking the duffel off the bed at the same time. “We’re back,” Ed announced unnecessarily. “I’m starving, I’m going to make a sandwich.”
Roy rubbed his legs and glared sleepily at Ed. “You didn’t have to drop that on me, that was heavy as hell.”
"Yeah, and you don’t need to be sleeping on my bed, you’ve got your own." Ed waved his hand. "The tree’s Winry’s fault, right? Did someone thing to at least put it on a Devil’s Trap or something?"
"Ed, no one’s going to bother a Christmas tree," Roy said, but Ed was already out of the room, headed toward the kitchen. "Ed!" He glanced at the overturned duffel bag and shook his head, before rising to follow him.
It was the middle of winter, and as cold as it was outside the bunker varied greatly in its temperature. The main rooms - the library, the archive, the communications room with its severely outmoded technology were all temperature-controlled. The bedrooms, shooting range, and the random assortments of rooms that had been discovered and cleared - not so much. Not that the cold was too much a problem for some of them - Ed and Roy and Winry had finally manhandled two beds together into Winry’s room and they often piled in there to all sleep on the kinda-uncomfortable-but-hell-it-fit-all-three-of-them bed.
Al and Rian had no such provisions, and as such they had stolen the bulk of the blankets. Rian often slept in the library, however - when he bothered TO sleep. Even prophets were supposed to be able to sleep sometime, but Rian sure didn’t seem to bother with it. He also didn’t seem to bother with socialization, common courtesy, and occasionally personal hygiene, but no one bothered him really either, so it all worked out.
"Winry!" Ed called as he swung himself into the kitchen. "There’s a fuckin’ CHRISTMAS TR-"
Winry, Mei and Kaoru were all in the kitchen, and Ed stopped dead. Winry looked up and grinned at him, in a say-something-and-you’ll-die way. “Welcome back, Ed. Was the lakhey much trouble?”
Kaoru, a dark-haired Japanese hunter, wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, you had to deal with a lakhey?”
Mei smacked her friend in the arm. “Better than that incubus we dealt with a few months ago, at least those things only try to eat you.” The two women shuddered, paused, looked at Ed and then snickered.
Ed glanced at them, and then at Winry. “Why are they here? Is the tree their fault? No Christmas trees!”
"Calm down, Ebeneezer," Kaoru said. "We’re not here long, it’s a stop-over. Mei bet me fifteen hundred bucks Krampus ain’t real so we’re going to go kill him. Thought we’d invite Winry along for the ride."
"Okay, one - Krampusnacht was like, a week and a half ago so I think that window of opportunity has closed," Winry said. "And two, I put up the tree because it is a fucking CHRISTMAS TREE, Ed, it’s not going to eat you."
"Spoken like someone who’s never dealt with possessed evergreen trees," Ed retorted.
"There is no such thing," Winry said. "You are making shit up again, stop it." Winry shooed at Ed with a hand. "Stop being paranoid about things that won’t happen and tell Mei to go surprise her boyfriend in the shower. Al hasn’t gotten laid in forever, it’s not fair."
Mei at least had the good grace to turn pink. “Well, now I can’t, because you will all know what I am doing.”
"Krampus is totally real," Ed said, backtracking in the conversation.
"No," Winry pointed at him, then she pointed at Mei. "You, go."
Ed leaned backward out of the room. “AL! THERE ARE WOMEN IN MY KITCHEN!” He huffed a bit, and added, “AND THEY PUT OUT A CHRISTMAS TREE!”
Rian, in the library, sighed deeply and propped his head in one hand. Clearly, he was not going to get any work done today.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Chasing the Sun/Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed/Winry, Al/Mei, Rian, Kaoru
Rating: T
Length: 911
Summary: Holidays in the bunker are kinda special.
"I thought I told you no tree," Ed called as he passed through the library, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and the hilt of a khukri protruding from the bag. Al was following behind him, a day-old gash on his jaw and dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
Rian Martin lifted his head. He looked a few shades healthier than he had when Ed and Al had departed the bunker earlier in the week, and that was likely from Winry bullying him into eating and sleeping, two things that seemed lower on his priority list than most. “What?” He watched the brothers exit toward the individual bedrooms, glanced back at the library and finally noticed the five-foot tree dressed in archaic holiday lights and tinsel. “What?”
Ed dropped his duffel bag on the bed, across the legs of Roy Mustang, who was sprawled out, book draped across his face. The heavy, weapons-laden bag made him leap upwards, sending the book flying to the floor and knocking the duffel off the bed at the same time. “We’re back,” Ed announced unnecessarily. “I’m starving, I’m going to make a sandwich.”
Roy rubbed his legs and glared sleepily at Ed. “You didn’t have to drop that on me, that was heavy as hell.”
"Yeah, and you don’t need to be sleeping on my bed, you’ve got your own." Ed waved his hand. "The tree’s Winry’s fault, right? Did someone thing to at least put it on a Devil’s Trap or something?"
"Ed, no one’s going to bother a Christmas tree," Roy said, but Ed was already out of the room, headed toward the kitchen. "Ed!" He glanced at the overturned duffel bag and shook his head, before rising to follow him.
It was the middle of winter, and as cold as it was outside the bunker varied greatly in its temperature. The main rooms - the library, the archive, the communications room with its severely outmoded technology were all temperature-controlled. The bedrooms, shooting range, and the random assortments of rooms that had been discovered and cleared - not so much. Not that the cold was too much a problem for some of them - Ed and Roy and Winry had finally manhandled two beds together into Winry’s room and they often piled in there to all sleep on the kinda-uncomfortable-but-hell-it-fit-all-three-of-them bed.
Al and Rian had no such provisions, and as such they had stolen the bulk of the blankets. Rian often slept in the library, however - when he bothered TO sleep. Even prophets were supposed to be able to sleep sometime, but Rian sure didn’t seem to bother with it. He also didn’t seem to bother with socialization, common courtesy, and occasionally personal hygiene, but no one bothered him really either, so it all worked out.
"Winry!" Ed called as he swung himself into the kitchen. "There’s a fuckin’ CHRISTMAS TR-"
Winry, Mei and Kaoru were all in the kitchen, and Ed stopped dead. Winry looked up and grinned at him, in a say-something-and-you’ll-die way. “Welcome back, Ed. Was the lakhey much trouble?”
Kaoru, a dark-haired Japanese hunter, wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, you had to deal with a lakhey?”
Mei smacked her friend in the arm. “Better than that incubus we dealt with a few months ago, at least those things only try to eat you.” The two women shuddered, paused, looked at Ed and then snickered.
Ed glanced at them, and then at Winry. “Why are they here? Is the tree their fault? No Christmas trees!”
"Calm down, Ebeneezer," Kaoru said. "We’re not here long, it’s a stop-over. Mei bet me fifteen hundred bucks Krampus ain’t real so we’re going to go kill him. Thought we’d invite Winry along for the ride."
"Okay, one - Krampusnacht was like, a week and a half ago so I think that window of opportunity has closed," Winry said. "And two, I put up the tree because it is a fucking CHRISTMAS TREE, Ed, it’s not going to eat you."
"Spoken like someone who’s never dealt with possessed evergreen trees," Ed retorted.
"There is no such thing," Winry said. "You are making shit up again, stop it." Winry shooed at Ed with a hand. "Stop being paranoid about things that won’t happen and tell Mei to go surprise her boyfriend in the shower. Al hasn’t gotten laid in forever, it’s not fair."
Mei at least had the good grace to turn pink. “Well, now I can’t, because you will all know what I am doing.”
"Krampus is totally real," Ed said, backtracking in the conversation.
"No," Winry pointed at him, then she pointed at Mei. "You, go."
Ed leaned backward out of the room. “AL! THERE ARE WOMEN IN MY KITCHEN!” He huffed a bit, and added, “AND THEY PUT OUT A CHRISTMAS TREE!”
Rian, in the library, sighed deeply and propped his head in one hand. Clearly, he was not going to get any work done today.