Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled Genderswitch - Roy/Femme!Ed ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: hysteria82 
Ed makes an outrages request of Roy. This chapter is rated G.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 604 | Status: Work In Progress
Ed makes an outrages request of Roy. This chapter is rated G.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 604 | Status: Work In Progress
It was late Friday afternoon and the pile of paper work just seemed to
be getting bigger as the day went by. With an exaggerated sigh, the
young general allowed his head to plop down upon his desk with a loud
thump, and -for the first time ever- cursed his most recent promotion.
For the life of him, he couldn't understand how he, General Roy
Mustang -someone who now had more than a hundred men under his
command, in this building alone,- could have so much work to do while
his personal staff sat right outside his door with plenty of time to
waste.
When he last left his office, Breda and Havoc were flicking pencils to
see who could get the most stuck in the new drop down roof within a
minute.
Feeling suddenly spiteful, he made a mental note to dock their pay for
the damages (not at all caring that half the holes up there were from
when he joined in during lunch).
He laid there a while longer, watching his breath slowly blow his
bangs about and occasionally checking the 'in box' to make sure he
just wasn't accidentally putting the signed papers in the wrong tray
(no such luck) before finally sitting up and continuing to ... not
work.
Brushing his now messy hair from his face, he glanced about the office
and debated making a paper-clip chain to pass the time, but his
thoughts were rudely interrupted by a light knock on his office door.
By the time the door swung open, he was seated straight and looking
every bit respectable as a man of his position should.
Riza Hawkeye nodded a greeting, frowning at the small amount of finished work.
"You do understand, Sir, that if you would ever finish your work the
day that it was given to you, it wouldn't be waiting here to be done
tomorrow, along with all the new forms."
General Mustang raised his eyebrow, and gave her a look that clearly
said, ' I have no idea what you're talking about'.
Hawkeye just shook her head in response, straighted the few finished
files, and headed toward the door.
The General made it a point not to stare too intently at her ass as she went.
"Edward is here to see you." she said, pausing at the door and drawing
his attention away from more important matters at hand (Oh, if only it
were at hand. She had such a squeezable rear.), " I'll send her in
since you don't seem to be too busy."
Shutting the door behind her, she frowned. He had some nerve to look
offended about her comment. His lazy-ass hadn't even glanced at half
of what needed to be signed by closing. She had half a mind to go back
in there and tell him what she thought about his worsening work habit,
but the professional in her held it back.
Settling back down behind he desk, she smiled up at Edward and
motioned for her to head in. Riza's smile faded once she was through
the door. The look Roy had given could have just as easily been from
the news of Edward's arrival. She hoped a fight didn't start again –
she would never be able to get Roy to finish his work then.
The offended look he had given the lieutenant was, in fact, because of
her comment (he worked like a dog, he had no idea what she was talking
about,) but the grimace that followed once the door closed was due to
Fullmet... correction, Miss Elric – she hadn't been Fullmetal for
nearly two years now.
Edward NEVER just stopped by simply for a social visit. She only came
when she wanted something – more than likely- something that would
cause him a headache in the near future.
The door creaked open softly and General Mustang bit back another sigh
as he watched her enter. She wanted something. The only time she would
ever do anything as polite as 'not kicking the door in' was if she
wanted something.
"Good day, Miss Elric." He greeted her politely as she stepped in more
timidly than she normally would.
He wasn't permitted to call her by her first name. That was a
privilege given to the rest of the staff, but not too him. He tried
not to sound resentful about that.
"What do you need today?"
"Who said I needed anything?" she replied with a defensive frown,
pushing her blonde bangs away from her face roughly – a habit she
tended to do repeatedly when uncomfortable about something. "Can't a
girl just visit?"
"You never just visit, Ful - Miss Elric." he repeated his thoughts
from earlier. Hopefully they didn't sound as bitter as they had in his
head.
"Fine. I do want something."
"Of course." he sighed again, cheek now resting lazily against his
palm in a bored manner. "What is it this time? Fine, ticket, fee...
please don't tell me you knocked down another building, it was hard
enough to cover for you when you WERE in the military, let alone
now... after all, a knocked down building really isn't as easy to over
look for someone of your height..."
Stepping forward, she ignored his typical rant (she didn't nearly
cause as much trouble as he said... and that building from last year
was practically ready to fall down anyway... and she wasn't short or
flat chested... wait, he didn't bring that up yet...), took a deep
breath, looked directly into his eyes (Dark blue. Very nice. One of
the reasons she was here in fact.), and said in a clear even tone:
"I want to have your baby."
be getting bigger as the day went by. With an exaggerated sigh, the
young general allowed his head to plop down upon his desk with a loud
thump, and -for the first time ever- cursed his most recent promotion.
For the life of him, he couldn't understand how he, General Roy
Mustang -someone who now had more than a hundred men under his
command, in this building alone,- could have so much work to do while
his personal staff sat right outside his door with plenty of time to
waste.
When he last left his office, Breda and Havoc were flicking pencils to
see who could get the most stuck in the new drop down roof within a
minute.
Feeling suddenly spiteful, he made a mental note to dock their pay for
the damages (not at all caring that half the holes up there were from
when he joined in during lunch).
He laid there a while longer, watching his breath slowly blow his
bangs about and occasionally checking the 'in box' to make sure he
just wasn't accidentally putting the signed papers in the wrong tray
(no such luck) before finally sitting up and continuing to ... not
work.
Brushing his now messy hair from his face, he glanced about the office
and debated making a paper-clip chain to pass the time, but his
thoughts were rudely interrupted by a light knock on his office door.
By the time the door swung open, he was seated straight and looking
every bit respectable as a man of his position should.
Riza Hawkeye nodded a greeting, frowning at the small amount of finished work.
"You do understand, Sir, that if you would ever finish your work the
day that it was given to you, it wouldn't be waiting here to be done
tomorrow, along with all the new forms."
General Mustang raised his eyebrow, and gave her a look that clearly
said, ' I have no idea what you're talking about'.
Hawkeye just shook her head in response, straighted the few finished
files, and headed toward the door.
The General made it a point not to stare too intently at her ass as she went.
"Edward is here to see you." she said, pausing at the door and drawing
his attention away from more important matters at hand (Oh, if only it
were at hand. She had such a squeezable rear.), " I'll send her in
since you don't seem to be too busy."
Shutting the door behind her, she frowned. He had some nerve to look
offended about her comment. His lazy-ass hadn't even glanced at half
of what needed to be signed by closing. She had half a mind to go back
in there and tell him what she thought about his worsening work habit,
but the professional in her held it back.
Settling back down behind he desk, she smiled up at Edward and
motioned for her to head in. Riza's smile faded once she was through
the door. The look Roy had given could have just as easily been from
the news of Edward's arrival. She hoped a fight didn't start again –
she would never be able to get Roy to finish his work then.
The offended look he had given the lieutenant was, in fact, because of
her comment (he worked like a dog, he had no idea what she was talking
about,) but the grimace that followed once the door closed was due to
Fullmet... correction, Miss Elric – she hadn't been Fullmetal for
nearly two years now.
Edward NEVER just stopped by simply for a social visit. She only came
when she wanted something – more than likely- something that would
cause him a headache in the near future.
The door creaked open softly and General Mustang bit back another sigh
as he watched her enter. She wanted something. The only time she would
ever do anything as polite as 'not kicking the door in' was if she
wanted something.
"Good day, Miss Elric." He greeted her politely as she stepped in more
timidly than she normally would.
He wasn't permitted to call her by her first name. That was a
privilege given to the rest of the staff, but not too him. He tried
not to sound resentful about that.
"What do you need today?"
"Who said I needed anything?" she replied with a defensive frown,
pushing her blonde bangs away from her face roughly – a habit she
tended to do repeatedly when uncomfortable about something. "Can't a
girl just visit?"
"You never just visit, Ful - Miss Elric." he repeated his thoughts
from earlier. Hopefully they didn't sound as bitter as they had in his
head.
"Fine. I do want something."
"Of course." he sighed again, cheek now resting lazily against his
palm in a bored manner. "What is it this time? Fine, ticket, fee...
please don't tell me you knocked down another building, it was hard
enough to cover for you when you WERE in the military, let alone
now... after all, a knocked down building really isn't as easy to over
look for someone of your height..."
Stepping forward, she ignored his typical rant (she didn't nearly
cause as much trouble as he said... and that building from last year
was practically ready to fall down anyway... and she wasn't short or
flat chested... wait, he didn't bring that up yet...), took a deep
breath, looked directly into his eyes (Dark blue. Very nice. One of
the reasons she was here in fact.), and said in a clear even tone:
"I want to have your baby."