Kitty Ruby for Daddy's Day!
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sinful_lynxTitle: Bootlace
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Hyuby, RoyEd
Ratings: PG
Warnings: OC, kitty-ized Ed and OC, OOCness
Author Note: This sucks. I already know that, but I have a serious list of requests to do, and I didn't want this to be too late, considering all of the ones due for holidays are like... months late. Anyway, I hope you like, Daddy.
Summary: Ruby can't win until Maes does.
Disclaimer: I don't own the icon nor the fandom, obviously.
Dedication: This is for Daddy, for Father's Day.
It was inescapable. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what possible punishment or how horrible it would be, no matter how much pain and regret he knew that he would feel, he couldn't resist the temptation. It was there, swinging with every step that the man took about the kitchen.
He made slight ones that made it jerk, he made long, fluid ones that made it look like it was dancing, he even took sweeping ones that hid it from view, but no matter what it was that he did, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it and find something much more interesting to play with, like the ball of yarn currently between his hands, he just couldn't let that beautiful, black, bootlace go to waste.
Maybe he should have left the kitchen. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to go curl up under his bed like he planned on it until Maes got home, but he'd thought the house was empty and quiet and he could sneak in to get something to eat before anyone noticed. When the Colonel had come in as Rubens had just wrapped his hand around a very tasty looking fish-shaped cookie that Maes had baked just for him, he meant to scramble into the cupboard, just to get out of his way, but then it appeared.
That brand new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty bootlace that he had watched the Colonel put in this morning, in fact, had burst into the room and hypnotized him. All rational thought seemed to take to the sky and he was left with slate gray eyes that followed each and every movement that the man made and a trembling hand clutching a ball of yarn and a cookie that was slowly crumbling in his attempts to restrain himself.
It was just too much.
The Colonel had never liked him, it seemed and he didn't know why, but the fact remained that there was a tension between that that wouldn't ebb away if he pounced on that brand new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty bootlace that followed every move like a puppet to a puppetmaster.
He had long since forgotten what the Colonel had been so wrapped up in, making his way to the kitchen. He ignored the smells that were mingling to become edible, maybe even delicious. He didn't really think it mattered. He had never been able to eat at the table whenever he stayed over and it seemed like a dream to even think about sitting there.
But that new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty, puppet of a bootlace was just ready to make him dream a lot of things, lulling him into a sense of security he only had whenever Maes held him tightly and he was allowed to curl up beside him without fear of persecution or cruel words that no one thought he heard.
Alexander Rubens always minded the consequences. He was a cautious man who feared a lot and felt that he didn't belong no matter how he looked, acted, or did a task. He was the odd man out, but on days Maes was out and the Colonel was free, he had to be 'watched' as Maes had put it and...
... Rubens wasn't sure how much more he could take. It was just so... there. So within reach.
It happened in a flash. Mustang stopped to do something over the sink, and there it was, right in front of him. He dropped the crumbling cookie, smashed against the yarn ball and pounced. At that moment, his current 'caretaker' had moved to spin around and Rubens found that being kicked in the head was much more unpleasant and found new respect for the kicking balls that he'd seen the kids in the neighborhood play with.
He mewled miserably before he could silence himself, hands covering his bleeding nose. That hadn't been how he expected it to go and froze immediately when he realized that he was not the only person in the room. Dark eyes were directed down at him and without a second thought and a mumbled apology, he scurried from the room as fast as possible, bumping into the walls as he made his way under the bed he'd been occupying for the last couple of days.
He sniffled, burying his face in his sleeve, ears back against his head and tail not moving a single inch. Once he was sure that the Colonel was too busy to notice him again, he'd go and clean up his mess. As much as he wanted to hide here until there was no worry, he knew it would be utterly impossible. He couldn't just leave his mess there...
~*~
"Your kitty attacked me."
Maes sighed softly, grin not the usual happy-go-lucky one that he usually wore. It couldn't be helped. To come in, hearing about something else Ruby must have done wrong had gotten quite old, quite fast. For once, he wanted to come in, not have to hear about something his little kitten had done while he was out doing a job to keep a roof over both of their heads. For once, he really just wished ROy didn't whine so much. But dinner sure as hell smelled good. "Where's Ed?"
"Unlike Ruby," Roy replied, setting a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table, "he's been sleeping all day. He's actually been more behaved than I would have expected of him."
"I'll go get him and Ruby and we'll eat."
He ignored the sound of protest his friend had made and followed the trail of little blood smears on the wall to the bedroom. He didn't have to think twice about where his Ruby had gone and reached under, feeling the jolt of muscles caused by surprise and dragged him out, this time granting a bright smile. "Sleep well, Ruby?"
Rubens blinked and rubbed at his face faintly, giving a small, hesitant nod to his friend.
"Let's wash you up."
Ruby squirmed, though whether it was in protest or pain, he couldn't tell. He didn't bother to ask, knowing the answer he'd get, but made sure that, once his face and hands were clean, he placed a light kiss on the other's nose, just as a gesture to show what he probably couldn't get from a smile in his fearful state. He didn't understand everything that happened and, in truth, he would probably never get the whole story, but he never expected to find it out. As long as Ruby was all right for the most part and Roy was still willing to play nurse when there was no one else to take care of his little Ruby, then it was perfectly fine.
By the time he'd gone back down to sit at the table, Ed was already shoveling food awkwardly in his mouth, while Roy was following ach movement with a spoon, putting anything that missed Ed's mouth back onto his plate for a second try.
"Not at the table, Hughes," came the Colonel's warning.
Hughes ignored it, set Rubens in a chair beside him and fixed him a plate of everything he thought his little kitten might eat. "If Ruby can't sit here, then Ed shouldn't be allowed either."
His friend stopped tending to Ed's messy habits and the little blonde looked back and forth, as if his favorite little toy had been taken away. "That's not--"
"It's very fair," Hughes said shortly, offering a fork to Ruby to use. Just from a single look at the terrified kitty, he was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for Maes' restraining hand, he probably would have skittered off to hide back in one of his various hiding spots. "After all, it's not fair if Ruby has to go because he's so adorable."
"Hughes--"
Ed chose that precise moment to decide that Roy needed to eat and shoved a spoon of mashed potatoes as high as he could, right against his chin.
That seemed to end the conversation there as Roy went back to making sure Ed didn't get any funny ideas like sticking his tail in his plate or tried to feed anyone else. Victorious, Maes scratched Ruby's ears and nodded to his plate. "Go ahead and eat, Ruby."
Rubens blinked across at the other two, seeing Ed's golden ears twitch happily on his head while Roy had dove beneath the table to get the spoon Ed had tried to stick to his chin. He really didn't feel like he belonged and he was desperate to get away, but a single look at Maes' smiling face had brought him back to the job at hand. Eat, make his Maes happy and then go and clean up his mess.
"O-okay..."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Hyuby, RoyEd
Ratings: PG
Warnings: OC, kitty-ized Ed and OC, OOCness
Author Note: This sucks. I already know that, but I have a serious list of requests to do, and I didn't want this to be too late, considering all of the ones due for holidays are like... months late. Anyway, I hope you like, Daddy.
Summary: Ruby can't win until Maes does.
Disclaimer: I don't own the icon nor the fandom, obviously.
Dedication: This is for Daddy, for Father's Day.
It was inescapable. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what possible punishment or how horrible it would be, no matter how much pain and regret he knew that he would feel, he couldn't resist the temptation. It was there, swinging with every step that the man took about the kitchen.
He made slight ones that made it jerk, he made long, fluid ones that made it look like it was dancing, he even took sweeping ones that hid it from view, but no matter what it was that he did, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it and find something much more interesting to play with, like the ball of yarn currently between his hands, he just couldn't let that beautiful, black, bootlace go to waste.
Maybe he should have left the kitchen. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to go curl up under his bed like he planned on it until Maes got home, but he'd thought the house was empty and quiet and he could sneak in to get something to eat before anyone noticed. When the Colonel had come in as Rubens had just wrapped his hand around a very tasty looking fish-shaped cookie that Maes had baked just for him, he meant to scramble into the cupboard, just to get out of his way, but then it appeared.
That brand new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty bootlace that he had watched the Colonel put in this morning, in fact, had burst into the room and hypnotized him. All rational thought seemed to take to the sky and he was left with slate gray eyes that followed each and every movement that the man made and a trembling hand clutching a ball of yarn and a cookie that was slowly crumbling in his attempts to restrain himself.
It was just too much.
The Colonel had never liked him, it seemed and he didn't know why, but the fact remained that there was a tension between that that wouldn't ebb away if he pounced on that brand new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty bootlace that followed every move like a puppet to a puppetmaster.
He had long since forgotten what the Colonel had been so wrapped up in, making his way to the kitchen. He ignored the smells that were mingling to become edible, maybe even delicious. He didn't really think it mattered. He had never been able to eat at the table whenever he stayed over and it seemed like a dream to even think about sitting there.
But that new, sleek, black, wavy, dancing, pretty, puppet of a bootlace was just ready to make him dream a lot of things, lulling him into a sense of security he only had whenever Maes held him tightly and he was allowed to curl up beside him without fear of persecution or cruel words that no one thought he heard.
Alexander Rubens always minded the consequences. He was a cautious man who feared a lot and felt that he didn't belong no matter how he looked, acted, or did a task. He was the odd man out, but on days Maes was out and the Colonel was free, he had to be 'watched' as Maes had put it and...
... Rubens wasn't sure how much more he could take. It was just so... there. So within reach.
It happened in a flash. Mustang stopped to do something over the sink, and there it was, right in front of him. He dropped the crumbling cookie, smashed against the yarn ball and pounced. At that moment, his current 'caretaker' had moved to spin around and Rubens found that being kicked in the head was much more unpleasant and found new respect for the kicking balls that he'd seen the kids in the neighborhood play with.
He mewled miserably before he could silence himself, hands covering his bleeding nose. That hadn't been how he expected it to go and froze immediately when he realized that he was not the only person in the room. Dark eyes were directed down at him and without a second thought and a mumbled apology, he scurried from the room as fast as possible, bumping into the walls as he made his way under the bed he'd been occupying for the last couple of days.
He sniffled, burying his face in his sleeve, ears back against his head and tail not moving a single inch. Once he was sure that the Colonel was too busy to notice him again, he'd go and clean up his mess. As much as he wanted to hide here until there was no worry, he knew it would be utterly impossible. He couldn't just leave his mess there...
~*~
"Your kitty attacked me."
Maes sighed softly, grin not the usual happy-go-lucky one that he usually wore. It couldn't be helped. To come in, hearing about something else Ruby must have done wrong had gotten quite old, quite fast. For once, he wanted to come in, not have to hear about something his little kitten had done while he was out doing a job to keep a roof over both of their heads. For once, he really just wished ROy didn't whine so much. But dinner sure as hell smelled good. "Where's Ed?"
"Unlike Ruby," Roy replied, setting a bowl of mashed potatoes on the table, "he's been sleeping all day. He's actually been more behaved than I would have expected of him."
"I'll go get him and Ruby and we'll eat."
He ignored the sound of protest his friend had made and followed the trail of little blood smears on the wall to the bedroom. He didn't have to think twice about where his Ruby had gone and reached under, feeling the jolt of muscles caused by surprise and dragged him out, this time granting a bright smile. "Sleep well, Ruby?"
Rubens blinked and rubbed at his face faintly, giving a small, hesitant nod to his friend.
"Let's wash you up."
Ruby squirmed, though whether it was in protest or pain, he couldn't tell. He didn't bother to ask, knowing the answer he'd get, but made sure that, once his face and hands were clean, he placed a light kiss on the other's nose, just as a gesture to show what he probably couldn't get from a smile in his fearful state. He didn't understand everything that happened and, in truth, he would probably never get the whole story, but he never expected to find it out. As long as Ruby was all right for the most part and Roy was still willing to play nurse when there was no one else to take care of his little Ruby, then it was perfectly fine.
By the time he'd gone back down to sit at the table, Ed was already shoveling food awkwardly in his mouth, while Roy was following ach movement with a spoon, putting anything that missed Ed's mouth back onto his plate for a second try.
"Not at the table, Hughes," came the Colonel's warning.
Hughes ignored it, set Rubens in a chair beside him and fixed him a plate of everything he thought his little kitten might eat. "If Ruby can't sit here, then Ed shouldn't be allowed either."
His friend stopped tending to Ed's messy habits and the little blonde looked back and forth, as if his favorite little toy had been taken away. "That's not--"
"It's very fair," Hughes said shortly, offering a fork to Ruby to use. Just from a single look at the terrified kitty, he was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for Maes' restraining hand, he probably would have skittered off to hide back in one of his various hiding spots. "After all, it's not fair if Ruby has to go because he's so adorable."
"Hughes--"
Ed chose that precise moment to decide that Roy needed to eat and shoved a spoon of mashed potatoes as high as he could, right against his chin.
That seemed to end the conversation there as Roy went back to making sure Ed didn't get any funny ideas like sticking his tail in his plate or tried to feed anyone else. Victorious, Maes scratched Ruby's ears and nodded to his plate. "Go ahead and eat, Ruby."
Rubens blinked across at the other two, seeing Ed's golden ears twitch happily on his head while Roy had dove beneath the table to get the spoon Ed had tried to stick to his chin. He really didn't feel like he belonged and he was desperate to get away, but a single look at Maes' smiling face had brought him back to the job at hand. Eat, make his Maes happy and then go and clean up his mess.
"O-okay..."
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Date: 2009-06-15 05:08 am (UTC)That was fucking
amazing
*wiggle* That was so cute, Momma. D: We want to hug everyone. Even Pony and he made poor Ruby's nose bleed! D:
Also lol Ed is such a brat xD No matter what he does xD <3 He's so cute.
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Date: 2009-06-15 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 08:38 pm (UTC):3 It came out great!
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:09 pm (UTC):3 Good.