my fmab

dreams-of-kalopsia  asked:

Royai: 1, 102, 123, 132, 142. GH: 19, 82. Because a fic a day keeps my trashiness allayed! ;)

from this drabble challenge

Hello! Thank you for the prompts~!! I apologize in advance because it’s been a while since I wrote something that’s not a report T__T I’ll post the other stories as I write them and tag you instead :>

 I’ll start with Royai #142: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”


Sergeant Major Kain Fuery squeaked as he was bodily hauled into a narrow supplies closet by his two superior officers.

“Sorry about that,” Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda said, straightening out his uniform as he spoke.

“But we have to warn you before you do it again,” Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc murmured as he placed an unlit cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

“What did I do this time?” the youngest man from the Mustang Unit asked with wide eyes, looking at one man, then the other.

“You, Sgt. Maj. Fuery,” Breda began as he raised an accusatory finger towards the younger man, “were being too adorable and acting all cute around the lieutenant.”

“WHAT?!” Fuery sputtered, unable to believe what he just heard. “No, I wasn’t!!! I never—”

“Yes, you were!” Havoc interjected, then continued, “man, you just don’t do that, especially around the colonel…”

“Unless you want your ass burned to a crisp,” the rotund lieutenant stated nochalantly.

“But I swear I wasn’t doing anything!” Fuery cried, “I’m not trying to be adorable or cute or anything at all!”

“We know, we know. It’s simply how you are,” the chain-smoking lieutenant nodded in agreement, “but that’s not how it looks like in the colonel’s mind.”

“Wait, I don’t underst—“ the bespectacled young man’s jaw dropped at the realization. “Are you saying there’s something going on betwee—?!”

“We didn’t say that!” his two superior officers said simultaneously, as they tried to cover his mouth to stop the rest of the words from coming out. They ABSOLUTELY did not want to get into trouble with either of their superiors.

“Just trust us on this, OK?” Breda pleaded, his eyes meeting with the other officer’s as he recalled a memory. “Havoc once tried to flirt with the lieutenant. His hair was singed afterwards, and he had to spend an entire week in the archives room, arranging at least half a century’s worth of murder case files.”

“What exactly did you do, 2nd Lt.?” Fuery turned to the man in question, his expression a mixture of adoration and disbelief.

The red-headed man shrugged and replied in his stead, “So… we were in the colonel’s car. Havoc was sitting shotgun, Hawkeye was driving, and the colonel and I were at the back. This idiot,” he jerked his thumb towards the blonde officer, “suddenly whispered to her. Obviously, we overheard it from the backseat since the car’s not THAT big with four people in it.”

“Long story short: the drive was taking forever, and I was bored out of my wits. To make things interesting, I told her, ‘Hold my hand so he gets jealous.’” Havoc took over the narration as he flicked his still unlit cigarette between his fingers. “…before I knew it, the car had stopped, Hawkeye’s gun was pointed to my head, and the hair on the left side of my head was practically gone after the colonel had ‘accidentally’ snapped. I was just playing around, but the two of them were so damned touchy about it.”

“Moral of the story is…” Breda paused for dramatic effect, “If you want to have a long, peaceful life and to keep your body parts intact and un-burnt, don’t ever try to make a pass on the lieutenant — consciously or not.” He then placed a hand on the shoulder of the younger soldier. “And that includes acting adorable and/or cute in front of her while the colonel is watching.”

“We can see the veins popping on Mustang’s temple every time Hawkeye speaks with you. I think he feels threatened.” Havoc patted Fuery’s back as he resumed speaking, “We’re just looking out for you, man. We underlings must stick together!!!”

“Oh, so the colonel’s jealous?”

“Who is jealous?” a familiar voice demanded.

The three men gasped in sheer horror, then turned around to face their commanding officer.

“N-n-no one, sir!” Fuery replied as he lifted his right hand in a sloppy salute.

“Uh,” Havoc cleared his throat and said, “Well, we better get back before the lieutenant finds out we’re all slacking off.”

“She wouldn’t be happy with the pile of paperwork left unfinished after the lunch break.” Breda added quickly as he began walking towards their office.

“Hmmm, you’re right.” Colonel Roy Mustang acquiesced. “We don’t want to upset the lieutenant now, do we?”

His three subordinates only looked at each other knowingly.

anonymous asked:

How much do you hate roystache



Watched fma for the 500th time and realized i really love Havoc. Think i’m gonna do Ling/Greed next ..😉

How I see myself in the future
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Expectation:</b> having kids named after anime/book characters<p/><b>Reality:</b> being single for the rest of my life for spending too much time on anime/books, reading fanfics and wanting to marry anime/book characters<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

So approximately six thousand years ago I told @forksalesperson I would draw Ed for her and because I am me I’m only just now getting it to her.