Ficlet - Bratty Behavior
Jan. 6th, 2010 10:04 pmBratty Behavior
Author-
cornerofmadness
Fandom - fullmetal alchemist
Disclaimer - all rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Time line - future fic, no spoilers
Pairings - implied Roy/Riza, Ed/Winry, women/weapons of choice
Summary - How could they love such rampaging brats?
Author's Note - when I asked for prompts
salomesensei offered up this: Win/Riza: Commiserating over spiked eggnog. Granted, this isn't shippy and it does put in some of Bob_fish's prompt about Roy/Olivia (but no bonus points, it's a sexfrock)
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"He's an idiot," Riza said, sipping the eggnog, feeling the burn of the rum warming her belly.
Pink-cheeked and a little unsteady on her feet, Winry helped herself to more of the drink. "Which one? Ed's being an absolute monster tonight. I'm waiting for General Armstrong to kill him."
"He's also winding up Roy, which is never a good thing," Riza replied, heading for one of the huge, well-padded couches in the Armstrong's sitting room. The room had been temporarily converted to a snack and alcohol bar while the party for Alex Louis' birthday raged on in the ballroom. Riza wondered if Olivia really gave a damn or if it was just a political ploy by their new president.
Winry flopped down next to her, her legs splaying a bit making the white beaded hem of her short skirt ride up. "What did your idiot do?"
"Have you seen what our president is wearing?" Riza asked.
Winry bobbed her head, the beaded head band sliding eschew. One handedly she fixed it. "I can't believe it. I never thought she'd get out of that uniform. I know I don't know her like you do but…she looks half naked."
Riza nodded remembering the short-skirted dance-dress Olivia wore. Pale yellow, the sleeves and the center panel were nothing but ivy-vined tulle over a nude background, giving the illusion of seeing her skin. As short as the skirt was, there was plenty of well-muscled flesh in view. "So did Roy. He might still be wrapped around her thigh."
Winry clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold the eggnog in. She swallowed heartily. "That's awful." She waved a hand at Riza's bronze dance-dress. A diamond centered between her breasts and beaded feathers spiraled out from there. Sitting like she was, it was easy to see how high cut the skirt was. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Winry." Riza drained her eggnog and debated on getting more. "What is your idiot doing?"
"He was harassing Al because Al's dancing with every girl he can find, then he was betting with Havoc on how soon Roy is going to get himself killed all the while provoking things to speed death along." Winry blew at a stray wisp of hair. "Also, he changed all the family busts in the library to look like demon faces."
"Really? Those are family heirlooms passed down a very esteemed line for generations," Riza said, doing a bad imitation of Alex Louis' bluff tones. "He better hope Strongarm sees it before Olivia or Alphonse will be planning a funeral."
"If he keeps irritating Al, his brother will gladly do it." Winry swayed in the seat and Riza steadied her. "So what do we do about it?"
Riza glanced down at her steel-cut beaded gold leather pumps. "I'm going to find the handsomest man in the room and dance with him then move on to the next one."
Winry's pink-painted lips pursed as she slowly nodded. "I'll start with Alphonse. We can share him."
Riza laughed. "He'd like that." Getting up, she set her empty glass back on the bar. Waiting for Winry to find her feet, they strode into the ballroom like queens descending down to meet their adoring public.
Author-
Fandom - fullmetal alchemist
Disclaimer - all rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Time line - future fic, no spoilers
Pairings - implied Roy/Riza, Ed/Winry, women/weapons of choice
Summary - How could they love such rampaging brats?
Author's Note - when I asked for prompts
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"He's an idiot," Riza said, sipping the eggnog, feeling the burn of the rum warming her belly.
Pink-cheeked and a little unsteady on her feet, Winry helped herself to more of the drink. "Which one? Ed's being an absolute monster tonight. I'm waiting for General Armstrong to kill him."
"He's also winding up Roy, which is never a good thing," Riza replied, heading for one of the huge, well-padded couches in the Armstrong's sitting room. The room had been temporarily converted to a snack and alcohol bar while the party for Alex Louis' birthday raged on in the ballroom. Riza wondered if Olivia really gave a damn or if it was just a political ploy by their new president.
Winry flopped down next to her, her legs splaying a bit making the white beaded hem of her short skirt ride up. "What did your idiot do?"
"Have you seen what our president is wearing?" Riza asked.
Winry bobbed her head, the beaded head band sliding eschew. One handedly she fixed it. "I can't believe it. I never thought she'd get out of that uniform. I know I don't know her like you do but…she looks half naked."
Riza nodded remembering the short-skirted dance-dress Olivia wore. Pale yellow, the sleeves and the center panel were nothing but ivy-vined tulle over a nude background, giving the illusion of seeing her skin. As short as the skirt was, there was plenty of well-muscled flesh in view. "So did Roy. He might still be wrapped around her thigh."
Winry clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold the eggnog in. She swallowed heartily. "That's awful." She waved a hand at Riza's bronze dance-dress. A diamond centered between her breasts and beaded feathers spiraled out from there. Sitting like she was, it was easy to see how high cut the skirt was. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Winry." Riza drained her eggnog and debated on getting more. "What is your idiot doing?"
"He was harassing Al because Al's dancing with every girl he can find, then he was betting with Havoc on how soon Roy is going to get himself killed all the while provoking things to speed death along." Winry blew at a stray wisp of hair. "Also, he changed all the family busts in the library to look like demon faces."
"Really? Those are family heirlooms passed down a very esteemed line for generations," Riza said, doing a bad imitation of Alex Louis' bluff tones. "He better hope Strongarm sees it before Olivia or Alphonse will be planning a funeral."
"If he keeps irritating Al, his brother will gladly do it." Winry swayed in the seat and Riza steadied her. "So what do we do about it?"
Riza glanced down at her steel-cut beaded gold leather pumps. "I'm going to find the handsomest man in the room and dance with him then move on to the next one."
Winry's pink-painted lips pursed as she slowly nodded. "I'll start with Alphonse. We can share him."
Riza laughed. "He'd like that." Getting up, she set her empty glass back on the bar. Waiting for Winry to find her feet, they strode into the ballroom like queens descending down to meet their adoring public.

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Date: 2010-01-07 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 04:25 am (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2010-01-07 03:26 am (UTC)Oh, and your icon is all sorts of Win.
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Date: 2010-01-07 04:13 am (UTC)thanks
and yes yes my icon is
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Date: 2010-01-07 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 05:34 am (UTC)and yeah, I do prefer canon in most everything i end up fangirling
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Date: 2010-01-08 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 04:19 am (UTC)Even though Ed and Winry are in many ways younger versions of Roy and Riza (they share, in my eyes, many of the same traits) I have trouble writing Ed and Winry vs Roy and Riza
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:41 pm (UTC)I really do need to write Ed meets Peter Pan, though. Pan is a new fetish for me.
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Date: 2010-01-09 06:45 pm (UTC)Yeah there are fandoms I've drifted in and out of for 20 years or more now. I tend to be able to write for years on any one of them without a problem.
Ed meeting Pan would be very interesting.
the Roy/Hughes thing (not to mention Roy/Riza) is something I've done tons of. One of these days when I figure out how to properly group memories people will get to find the ouevre easily (btw me and
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Date: 2010-01-09 07:06 pm (UTC)And, of course, just because I typed all that out to you, the fates smiled upon me and I drabbled an Izumi/Sig:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5142833/3/Complicity
Just 100 words, but yay.
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Date: 2010-01-09 08:51 pm (UTC)i forgot that Mjules made this filter for them. that's all but one of them.
and Iliked the Izumi drabble lots
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Date: 2010-01-07 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 05:10 am (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2010-01-07 07:35 pm (UTC)Love in Christ,
Lyny Angell
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Date: 2010-01-07 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 07:28 pm (UTC)Roy is probably still wrapped around Olivia...or dead