Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed || Shrimp
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lynx212Title: Shrimp
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: FMA Cradle Robbers Series (Yes this is yet another a new series)
Characters: Roy/Ed, the usual crew
Author: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lynx212
lynx212Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor
Words: 1,463
Rating: T
Summary: Roy thinks back to how him and Ed came to be more than friends.
Warnings/Notes: This is a new series that will feature slice of life fics (probably some smut fics too) featuring the following couples (Roy/Ed, Jean/Russell, Breda/Al, Riza/Winry and Kain/Fletcher) Now that I've listed them I'm sure the name of the Verse makes perfect sense ... lol ENJOY!
Some things were facts no one could dispute.
Water was wet.
The sun was bright.
…and Edward Elric was short.
Not short for a man, just short period.
Don’t get me wrong I had no problem with this and with his larger than life personality it was easy to forget just how vertically challenged the man was.
When a person could talk scientific and alchemical circles around people more than twice his age, not blink at fighting off half a dozen soldiers on his own all while composing complex works of music in his head as he held a conversation it was more than easy to forget his... short comings.
Regardless, as I sit across the room watching him talk to Havoc and Riza I can’t deny just how short he is. It brought my mind back a decade to when he was younger... and even shorter, if one can believe that, when I took much pleasure in pointing out his lack of height. He would fume I would smirk and all that witnessed our exchange were entertained.
However, as grand as that was it doesn’t even cross my mind to do such a thing now. Mind you the nostalgia it would bring for all involved would be grand but that is not what I think of when I see him. I think of the person that did the impossible by restoring his brother and returned yet again from the clutches of the gate. I think of the person that, despite every bit of evidence to the contrary, knew I was alive and ran back in a collapsing building to haul my unconscious ass out. When I think of Edward Elric, I think of the person who’s very presence makes me feel complete.
So, despite the obvious visual evidence in front of me, Ed being short is not the first thing that springs to mind when I look at him.
I know our relationship shocked everyone, hell it even shocked the two of us, but there are some things you can’t help but yield to and the undeniable pull of love is one of those things. I’ve felt more than a little dead inside since the war, the feeling was only made worse once Maes was killed. Something about being with Ed makes me want to live, but not just to change the sorry state of this country. I want to live for him and for myself.
Then again it’s hard to sulk around someone who says, “Snap out of it old man, you’re better than that.”
The first time he said that to me I didn’t reply but it made me think. The second time he said it I asked him what he meant and he replied with, “I know a haunted look when I see one. You are stronger than your past, so quit letting it win. You’ve served your time, what’s done is done, now move forward.”
How odd that it was something like that which triggered us spending more time together. Funny how one random conversation made me realize he wasn’t just a foul-mouthed brat with a bad temper anymore and I guess somewhere along the way I became more than just some bastard out to give him pointless missions and a hard time. I’m sure some people would be disappointed to learn it wasn’t some crush Ed’s had on me forever or some barely appropriate desire I’ve kept at bay for years. The two of us getting together was nothing more than two people going from coworkers, to friends, to that gray area you dance around in because you fear what you feel almost as much as you fear fucking things up.
Even odder still we crossed that final line with all the grace of a wounded bull stumbling through a china shop.
I remember it well. After going out to dinner we’d gone for a drive and when I stopped the car at one of our favorite overlooks Ed got out, sat on the hood of the car looked up at the starlit sky and laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m not sure if I’d classify it as funny, fucked up or sad.”
“Now you really have me intrigued. What’s on your mind?”
“Us.”
“Us?”
“Yes us.”
“There’s an us?”
“Isn’t there? If not I’d like to know why the hell we’ve spent almost every free moment we’ve had together for the last four months.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
“I think I do. To be honest Ed, every time the mere thought of this being more than a damn good friendship crosses my mind I push it away.”
“Oh… I see…”
“No, I don’t think you do. Not having you in my life terrifies me but so does the idea of pulling you closer.”
“So the solution is to stay in this gray area?”
“I wouldn’t call it a solution but it was a damn fine plan until I mustered up some courage.”
“Courage for what?”
“Would you like to go out Saturday night?”
“What?”
“I said would you like to…”
“I heard you General shithead. How the fuck would that be any different than what we’re doing now?”
“It will be different because we’ll be eating at a real restaurant and not hiding in some greasy spoon. It will be different because I’ll be holding your hand when we leave. It’ll be different because if I manage not to fuck it up I’m hoping to kiss those lips I’ve watched move for the past half hour. It’ll be different because we’ve decided it’s different and even if none of those things happen it’ll be you and me… us going on a real date. Not Flame and Fullmetal grabbing a beer. Not Ed and Roy hanging out. It will be you and me spending time together and moving forward.”
Silence, heavy thick terrifying silence then… “I’m not wearing a tie.”
“I wouldn’t expect you too.”
“Nothing too upscale mister high society, I want to know what I’m eating.”
“I promise nothing any more complex than steak and pasta.”
“You show up with flowers and I’ll castrate you.”
“I’m not that stupid but I have a feeling you wouldn’t mind the chocolates.”
“Anyone who turns down free candy is a moron.”
“So chocolates?”
“Long as they don’t have any of that weird so called cherry shit in it, I’m sold.”
“How’s 7:30 sound?”
“Make it 8. It takes a while for me to do my hair.”
“You mean to tell me that…”
“Finish that sentence and you’ll limp home.”
“Understood… so we are moving forward?”
“Yes, yes we are.”
…and move forward we did. You could only call what happened after that the fast track to domestic partnership in some sort of fucked up sideways, reverse. All of those months of beating around the bush and in less than six “official” dates the two of us are sprawled out across my bed, naked as the day we were born, too tired and sated to even contemplate moving.
I don’t think Ed ever actually went home after that and it was fine by me. As far as I’m concerned if anyone has a problem with it, it would be best for them to take it up with someone who gave a damn. We’ve worked too hard and endured too much heartache, hardship and strife to let something as trivial as the opinions of a society we didn’t even care for stand in our way.
With my mind no longer anywhere close to focusing on work I stand up, walk across the room and when I am right in front of him I say, “Hey shrimp...”
Golden eyes are only off guard for a moment and the instant his mouth opens to spit out a reply I’m sure would have been scathing as hell, I’m kissing him. Hoping to convey with actions what my overactive mind can’t seem to put into words. I want him to feel the love, gratitude and every other emotion I hold for him because in this moment I feel if I don’t express it, the sensation may consume me.
When we part he is staring at me in shock and so is everyone else. I don’t’ care. My focus is on him and those kiss swollen lips of his.
He eventually smiles at me before that devilish grin I love claims his face and he says, “It’s damn near lunch everybody, head over to the diner and tell’em it’s on me.”
As everyone filed out of the office Riza whispered she’d lock the door behind them. She knew the chances of Ed and I actually making it out of the office to the diner was slim to none.
There were other appetites to satisfy after all.
Some things were facts no one could dispute.
Water was wet.
The sun was bright.
…and Edward Elric was short.
Not short for a man, just short period.
Don’t get me wrong I had no problem with this and with his larger than life personality it was easy to forget just how vertically challenged the man was.
When a person could talk scientific and alchemical circles around people more than twice his age, not blink at fighting off half a dozen soldiers on his own all while composing complex works of music in his head as he held a conversation it was more than easy to forget his... short comings.
Regardless, as I sit across the room watching him talk to Havoc and Riza I can’t deny just how short he is. It brought my mind back a decade to when he was younger... and even shorter, if one can believe that, when I took much pleasure in pointing out his lack of height. He would fume I would smirk and all that witnessed our exchange were entertained.
However, as grand as that was it doesn’t even cross my mind to do such a thing now. Mind you the nostalgia it would bring for all involved would be grand but that is not what I think of when I see him. I think of the person that did the impossible by restoring his brother and returned yet again from the clutches of the gate. I think of the person that, despite every bit of evidence to the contrary, knew I was alive and ran back in a collapsing building to haul my unconscious ass out. When I think of Edward Elric, I think of the person who’s very presence makes me feel complete.
So, despite the obvious visual evidence in front of me, Ed being short is not the first thing that springs to mind when I look at him.
I know our relationship shocked everyone, hell it even shocked the two of us, but there are some things you can’t help but yield to and the undeniable pull of love is one of those things. I’ve felt more than a little dead inside since the war, the feeling was only made worse once Maes was killed. Something about being with Ed makes me want to live, but not just to change the sorry state of this country. I want to live for him and for myself.
Then again it’s hard to sulk around someone who says, “Snap out of it old man, you’re better than that.”
The first time he said that to me I didn’t reply but it made me think. The second time he said it I asked him what he meant and he replied with, “I know a haunted look when I see one. You are stronger than your past, so quit letting it win. You’ve served your time, what’s done is done, now move forward.”
How odd that it was something like that which triggered us spending more time together. Funny how one random conversation made me realize he wasn’t just a foul-mouthed brat with a bad temper anymore and I guess somewhere along the way I became more than just some bastard out to give him pointless missions and a hard time. I’m sure some people would be disappointed to learn it wasn’t some crush Ed’s had on me forever or some barely appropriate desire I’ve kept at bay for years. The two of us getting together was nothing more than two people going from coworkers, to friends, to that gray area you dance around in because you fear what you feel almost as much as you fear fucking things up.
Even odder still we crossed that final line with all the grace of a wounded bull stumbling through a china shop.
I remember it well. After going out to dinner we’d gone for a drive and when I stopped the car at one of our favorite overlooks Ed got out, sat on the hood of the car looked up at the starlit sky and laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m not sure if I’d classify it as funny, fucked up or sad.”
“Now you really have me intrigued. What’s on your mind?”
“Us.”
“Us?”
“Yes us.”
“There’s an us?”
“Isn’t there? If not I’d like to know why the hell we’ve spent almost every free moment we’ve had together for the last four months.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
“I think I do. To be honest Ed, every time the mere thought of this being more than a damn good friendship crosses my mind I push it away.”
“Oh… I see…”
“No, I don’t think you do. Not having you in my life terrifies me but so does the idea of pulling you closer.”
“So the solution is to stay in this gray area?”
“I wouldn’t call it a solution but it was a damn fine plan until I mustered up some courage.”
“Courage for what?”
“Would you like to go out Saturday night?”
“What?”
“I said would you like to…”
“I heard you General shithead. How the fuck would that be any different than what we’re doing now?”
“It will be different because we’ll be eating at a real restaurant and not hiding in some greasy spoon. It will be different because I’ll be holding your hand when we leave. It’ll be different because if I manage not to fuck it up I’m hoping to kiss those lips I’ve watched move for the past half hour. It’ll be different because we’ve decided it’s different and even if none of those things happen it’ll be you and me… us going on a real date. Not Flame and Fullmetal grabbing a beer. Not Ed and Roy hanging out. It will be you and me spending time together and moving forward.”
Silence, heavy thick terrifying silence then… “I’m not wearing a tie.”
“I wouldn’t expect you too.”
“Nothing too upscale mister high society, I want to know what I’m eating.”
“I promise nothing any more complex than steak and pasta.”
“You show up with flowers and I’ll castrate you.”
“I’m not that stupid but I have a feeling you wouldn’t mind the chocolates.”
“Anyone who turns down free candy is a moron.”
“So chocolates?”
“Long as they don’t have any of that weird so called cherry shit in it, I’m sold.”
“How’s 7:30 sound?”
“Make it 8. It takes a while for me to do my hair.”
“You mean to tell me that…”
“Finish that sentence and you’ll limp home.”
“Understood… so we are moving forward?”
“Yes, yes we are.”
…and move forward we did. You could only call what happened after that the fast track to domestic partnership in some sort of fucked up sideways, reverse. All of those months of beating around the bush and in less than six “official” dates the two of us are sprawled out across my bed, naked as the day we were born, too tired and sated to even contemplate moving.
I don’t think Ed ever actually went home after that and it was fine by me. As far as I’m concerned if anyone has a problem with it, it would be best for them to take it up with someone who gave a damn. We’ve worked too hard and endured too much heartache, hardship and strife to let something as trivial as the opinions of a society we didn’t even care for stand in our way.
With my mind no longer anywhere close to focusing on work I stand up, walk across the room and when I am right in front of him I say, “Hey shrimp...”
Golden eyes are only off guard for a moment and the instant his mouth opens to spit out a reply I’m sure would have been scathing as hell, I’m kissing him. Hoping to convey with actions what my overactive mind can’t seem to put into words. I want him to feel the love, gratitude and every other emotion I hold for him because in this moment I feel if I don’t express it, the sensation may consume me.
When we part he is staring at me in shock and so is everyone else. I don’t’ care. My focus is on him and those kiss swollen lips of his.
He eventually smiles at me before that devilish grin I love claims his face and he says, “It’s damn near lunch everybody, head over to the diner and tell’em it’s on me.”
As everyone filed out of the office Riza whispered she’d lock the door behind them. She knew the chances of Ed and I actually making it out of the office to the diner was slim to none.
There were other appetites to satisfy after all.
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