Fullmetal Alchemist - Done For [RoyEd]
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scriveynerTitle: Done For
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: Roy groaned and put his head on his arms.
It is late, he is tired and hungry and so completely done with paperwork that the thought of burning the remainder of the stack to ashes had been the foremost thought on his mind for an hour. The only thing saving the aforementioned stack of paperwork was the fact that there would be far more gruesome things in store for him in the morning if Lieutenant Hawkeye came in and found a bin full of ashes beside his desk.
Roy groaned and put his head on his arms. The office was mostly dark, everyone was gone for the evening and he could, for a brief moment, let the mask slide and just enjoy a good sulk. It was his own damn fault he let the reports get so far behind, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stew in self-pity for a while.
Or, perhaps even fantasize about a certain petite, blond-haired….
No. No, he threw the emergency brake on that train of thought and sat up quickly. He was tired, that was the explanation, he was tired and he let his guard down and he didn’t have the time to sit here and psychoanalyze how fucked up his brain was to even divert in that direction. He was not going to have explicit fantasies about a subordinate.
Especially not an underage, male one.
Roy scrubbed both of his hands over his face and sighed. He needed to send Fullmetal out of Central City yesterday, he simply could not concentrate on his work when thoughts of that leather-clad ass dominated his mind.
Leather-clad, tightly toned, leaves-nothing-to-the-imagination … he was thankful that Fullmetal wore that accursed red coat most of the time, at least it meant he wouldn’t be caught gawking in public.
HELL, he had to stop thinking about Edward’s ass.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: Roy groaned and put his head on his arms.
It is late, he is tired and hungry and so completely done with paperwork that the thought of burning the remainder of the stack to ashes had been the foremost thought on his mind for an hour. The only thing saving the aforementioned stack of paperwork was the fact that there would be far more gruesome things in store for him in the morning if Lieutenant Hawkeye came in and found a bin full of ashes beside his desk.
Roy groaned and put his head on his arms. The office was mostly dark, everyone was gone for the evening and he could, for a brief moment, let the mask slide and just enjoy a good sulk. It was his own damn fault he let the reports get so far behind, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stew in self-pity for a while.
Or, perhaps even fantasize about a certain petite, blond-haired….
No. No, he threw the emergency brake on that train of thought and sat up quickly. He was tired, that was the explanation, he was tired and he let his guard down and he didn’t have the time to sit here and psychoanalyze how fucked up his brain was to even divert in that direction. He was not going to have explicit fantasies about a subordinate.
Especially not an underage, male one.
Roy scrubbed both of his hands over his face and sighed. He needed to send Fullmetal out of Central City yesterday, he simply could not concentrate on his work when thoughts of that leather-clad ass dominated his mind.
Leather-clad, tightly toned, leaves-nothing-to-the-imagination … he was thankful that Fullmetal wore that accursed red coat most of the time, at least it meant he wouldn’t be caught gawking in public.
HELL, he had to stop thinking about Edward’s ass.
