lynx212: (Roy Ed Kissing)
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Title: Serendipity
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: FMA One Shots
Characters: Roy/Ed
Author: Little ole me ^_^
Genre: Humor/Waff/Romance
Words: 763
Rating: T
Summary: Another day in paradise
Warnings: None
NOTE: So I did this random questionaire  thing on FB AAAAAGGGEEESSSS agoand I wrote a few fics that I never posted *bad Lynx*  this one is for [livejournal.com profile] sky_dark


As I sit freely and at peace in a space that I never thought I'd own, with a person that makes me so sanguine, so ridiculously, hopelessly – and at times stupidly – happy, I smile.

I smile so wide at times my face aches.

I have to hide this of course. If I didn't Ed would smirk at me as he tipped that beautifully handsome face of his to the side, then those perfectly shaped pale pink lips of his would purse for a moment before parting as words spoken in a rich tenor fell forth and teased me for being the sentimental bastard that I truly am inside.

Luckily for me, my expression is my own. With his head in my lap the smile on my face is between me, the squirrels and the clear blue sky.

I'm playing with his hair as he points skyward and rambles on about the shortcomings of the universe. He speaks of things even I have trouble grasping at times and I wonder if he speaks not to share, not to have me understand but to unload the heft of his own thoughts so the weight of them doesn't drag him under.

The fourth time I nod and mumble his head shifts on my lap before he pauses and says, "You're humoring me aren't you."

"And if I was?" I reply.

"I'd be pissed."

"That is different from any other day how?"

An Automail fist punches my unsuspecting calf in jest before we both chuckle at our exchange. That boyishly handsome face of his tips back and I don’t have to be asked… I’m leaning down to kiss him before his lips can part.

“You know it is at times like this that I… OW!”

“What the hell was that?”

I look to my left and see two acorns lying in the grass. Before I can respond to Ed several more rain down upon us.

Scrambling to his feet Ed growls out, “Dead. The furry little drunken fuckers are dead this time.”

“Calm down Ed just… wait a minute. Did you say drunk?”

“Yes, I did. What of it?”

“I don’t think our fury little friends can reach the counter at the local spirits dealer.”

“You can call them your friends but don’t lump them with mine,” Ed said as he stared into the branches of the tree, the menacing look on his face promising a swift and painless death. When an acorn bounded off his perfect little upturned nose I had to clamp down with every muscle I had not to laugh.

“Why do you think they’re drunk?”

“Because they are,” Ed said as he pointed towards our neighbor’s house. Oh the Prillman’s. Nice couple. Kind. Generous. Caring… and lazy as the day was long. They had several apple trees and from the looks of things some of the fruit had been left on the ground to ferment.

It was a good thing they were far enough away to be tolerable. If they were just on the other side of the fence instead of down the road I had a feeling Ed would be pounding on their door. Speaking of Ed...

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m climbing this tree.”

“Why?”

“To take care of our sloshed little friends.”

Before I could even worry I saw Ed’s intent and smiled.

“I’ll get the old cage form the garage and line it with something. I don’t want hungover squirrel dribble on my porch.”

So just like that we moved to the porch swing where we watched three drunken squirrels try to figure their way out of the cage until they passed out.

My fingers laced with his. His head back on my lap as one of his legs lazily pushed off the painted wood of our porch every so often so we’d keep swaying. I lived for this. I’d kill for this. I’d cease to exist without this.

“Fate is a funny thing,” I say without prompting and from my position I can see blonde brows raise in question.

“Oh?”

“Indeed.”

“This has nothing to do with fate. Believing in fate is for losers.”

Before I could refute this Ed says, “Serendipity. We’ve been through too much shit for moments like this and the only four letter F word I can think to describe anything remotely related to us sure as hell isn’t fate. So yeah, Serendipity.”

“Serendipity,” I echoed as I felt the word slid off my tongue. “I like that.”

…and so it was. Just like that.

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Date: 2016-07-26 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonimp.livejournal.com
What a sweet little moment! Ed vs. drunken squirrels is somehow perfect.

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Date: 2016-07-26 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luxquintessence.livejournal.com
awww <3 this is adorable!

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Date: 2016-07-26 10:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sky-dark.livejournal.com
For me?! Drunk squirrels for the win! <3333
Edited Date: 2016-07-26 10:33 am (UTC)

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Date: 2016-11-16 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vasilina40778.livejournal.com
thing on FB AAAAAGGGEEESSSS agoand I wrote a few fics that I never posted *bad Lynx*

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Date: 2016-11-26 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kattrip033.livejournal.com
This is adorable

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Date: 2017-02-25 08:53 pm (UTC)
ext_1802045: (happy)
From: [identity profile] killua.livejournal.com
this is my favorite thing ever <3 I've never seen Roy's perspective in first person either, you do it so wonderfully!! love!

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