"Impending Doom" (Gen, Rated PG)
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skellywagTitle: "Impending Doom"
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skellywag
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Gen, mostly
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler for episode 13, if you really want to stretch it...
A/N: Technically written as a piece for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bnf_brawl. Very short. Inspiration for the piece was taken from this sexy sketch by sakkiarte.
Edward gritted his teeth as he walked through the corridors, his cheeks bright red. He didn't look right or left as he passed doorway after doorway of offices on his way through Central HQ, but he could hear the quiet sniggering as he passed each one. Quiet, because if he'd been able to pinpoint the source of any of those amused voices, he would have made them pay for their laughter. No, on this day Edward Elric was not to be trifled with.
Clenched his hand was a memo that had been delivered to him by Sergeant Major Hawkeye, directly from the Fuhrer. He was exercising a surprising amount of self-control, really, as he stomped up one hallway and down the next; it was a shock the paper hadn't incinerated or otherwise vaporized yet, so much ire was focused upon it. If Edward had been thinking clearly, he would have congratulated himself, because clearly his time in the military had vastly improved his temperament. He wasn't threatening to kill people (yet), and half the building hadn't been destroyed (because he didn't want to be the one cleaning it up).
He entered the Fuhrer's outer office and when he slammed the door behind him, it was almost subdued, compared to what it might have been in the past. He was greeted by a number of familiar faces, all of which cringed at the sight of him (though he was sure that Havoc was trying not to laugh). "I'm here to see the Fuhrer," he ground out, and any hold on self-control vanished. As did the crumpled remains of the memo, as if it had spontaneously combusted in Edward's hand.
As if Edward would have come to the office in such a state for any other reason. Havoc nodded, his lips a little white where he clenched his usual unlit cigarette. It acted almost like a security blanket in this situation. Once the furious little blonde had passed by his desk towards the inner door, he pulled out his lighter with a shaking hand. Hawkeye be damned. He didn't care if she didn't like smoking in the office, after that, he needed the fix.
Edward didn't even notice the discomfort he'd caused those few officers he regarded among his closest friends. He was far too focused on his goal, now. He pushed open the door to the Fuhrer's door without knocking, the slam echoing and ringing in his ears. It went ignored as he glared at the man behind the desk, and he slammed the door again, closing it behind him.
The blonde emitted the softest of growls, angry breathing almost elevated to harsh pants. His cheeks were flushed with ire; he couldn't even begin the rant he'd prepared on his way there, he was so furious. He didn't get a chance to.
The Fuhrer's lips curled into a steady smirk, one that he'd perfected as he'd risen through the ranks, his expression settling into one of sleepy seduction and the greatest amusement as he eyed the blonde. "I've been expecting you, Fullmetal. Won't you sit down?"
Without a word, Edward stalked forward and ignored the chairs completely, climbing onto the desk and sending stacks of paperwork flying as he seized the Fuhrer by the collar of his shirt. "You think this is pretty funny, don't you?" he snarled in the older man's face, not caring that his grip was nearly a stranglehold. He was completely humiliated, and a little discomfort was more than due to the Fuhrer for inflicting it upon him.
"I could have you arrested for this," the Fuhrer responded calmly, his voice only slightly strained by the pressure on his vocal cords. He knew Edward wouldn't do any lasting damage, and his smirk only widened when he leaned back imperceptibly, to get a better look at the position the young man was in. His gaze was sharp and predatory when he forced his attention to return the young alchemist's angry visage. "Or I could get you some knee socks to go with that miniskirt, Edward-kun…"
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skellywagFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Gen, mostly
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoiler for episode 13, if you really want to stretch it...
A/N: Technically written as a piece for
bnf_brawl. Very short. Inspiration for the piece was taken from this sexy sketch by sakkiarte.Edward gritted his teeth as he walked through the corridors, his cheeks bright red. He didn't look right or left as he passed doorway after doorway of offices on his way through Central HQ, but he could hear the quiet sniggering as he passed each one. Quiet, because if he'd been able to pinpoint the source of any of those amused voices, he would have made them pay for their laughter. No, on this day Edward Elric was not to be trifled with.
Clenched his hand was a memo that had been delivered to him by Sergeant Major Hawkeye, directly from the Fuhrer. He was exercising a surprising amount of self-control, really, as he stomped up one hallway and down the next; it was a shock the paper hadn't incinerated or otherwise vaporized yet, so much ire was focused upon it. If Edward had been thinking clearly, he would have congratulated himself, because clearly his time in the military had vastly improved his temperament. He wasn't threatening to kill people (yet), and half the building hadn't been destroyed (because he didn't want to be the one cleaning it up).
He entered the Fuhrer's outer office and when he slammed the door behind him, it was almost subdued, compared to what it might have been in the past. He was greeted by a number of familiar faces, all of which cringed at the sight of him (though he was sure that Havoc was trying not to laugh). "I'm here to see the Fuhrer," he ground out, and any hold on self-control vanished. As did the crumpled remains of the memo, as if it had spontaneously combusted in Edward's hand.
As if Edward would have come to the office in such a state for any other reason. Havoc nodded, his lips a little white where he clenched his usual unlit cigarette. It acted almost like a security blanket in this situation. Once the furious little blonde had passed by his desk towards the inner door, he pulled out his lighter with a shaking hand. Hawkeye be damned. He didn't care if she didn't like smoking in the office, after that, he needed the fix.
Edward didn't even notice the discomfort he'd caused those few officers he regarded among his closest friends. He was far too focused on his goal, now. He pushed open the door to the Fuhrer's door without knocking, the slam echoing and ringing in his ears. It went ignored as he glared at the man behind the desk, and he slammed the door again, closing it behind him.
The blonde emitted the softest of growls, angry breathing almost elevated to harsh pants. His cheeks were flushed with ire; he couldn't even begin the rant he'd prepared on his way there, he was so furious. He didn't get a chance to.
The Fuhrer's lips curled into a steady smirk, one that he'd perfected as he'd risen through the ranks, his expression settling into one of sleepy seduction and the greatest amusement as he eyed the blonde. "I've been expecting you, Fullmetal. Won't you sit down?"
Without a word, Edward stalked forward and ignored the chairs completely, climbing onto the desk and sending stacks of paperwork flying as he seized the Fuhrer by the collar of his shirt. "You think this is pretty funny, don't you?" he snarled in the older man's face, not caring that his grip was nearly a stranglehold. He was completely humiliated, and a little discomfort was more than due to the Fuhrer for inflicting it upon him.
"I could have you arrested for this," the Fuhrer responded calmly, his voice only slightly strained by the pressure on his vocal cords. He knew Edward wouldn't do any lasting damage, and his smirk only widened when he leaned back imperceptibly, to get a better look at the position the young man was in. His gaze was sharp and predatory when he forced his attention to return the young alchemist's angry visage. "Or I could get you some knee socks to go with that miniskirt, Edward-kun…"
