[Unedited] Happy Birthday, Foxx.
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sinful_lynxTitle: Puppies
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Kimbley/Roy/Havoc
Rating: PG
Warnings: puppy!Havoc and Kimbley, OOCness, RAW, AU
Author Note: Yeah. Don't complain. I don't care.
Summary: But again, that smirk tugs on his lips and he allows the embrace of his once-greatest enemy and one of his must trust subordinates to be the blanket that soothes those troubles and allows him to fall into a dreamless slumber.
Dedication: Happy Eighteenth birthday Foxx. I hope it's all right. I know you love Kimmy, so I thought I'd do something quick while I have the chance. Here.
He's late again. It's nothing new, anymore. He's grown rather used to staring at the night sky on a walk or drive home. It gives a sense of relief before his life is forced to change gears, from one extreme to the next. From upholding the laws, doing whatever he must to rise through the ranks to breaking those laws, harboring a fugitive, putting his career, possibly his very life on the line. At least it's for something he truly believes in... at least his hand isn't raised and his fire pointed at some helpless child or a defenseless old man.
He can hear him pacing--is it that late already? He can't help but smirk and shove the key in the door, barely making it over the threshold and shutting the door before he's been pounced on by, not one, but two rather enthusiastic puppies. He sighs inaudibly when it's not him they're happy to see, but dinner and pushes them off. "What a welcoming committee."
"That for us, chief?"
"Hope you didn't think we'd let you get away with neglect, Flame."
He knows all too well the usual routine. "If you sit nicely, maybe I'll give you something."
Havoc doesn't seem entirely pleased with being teased, but he sits back and waits. Kimbley, on the other hand, takes to lounging on his couch, lips quirked, eyes glittering with mischief. "I don't beg."
He slips a piece of jerky to Havoc to hold him off and moves past, wordlessly, to the kitchen, to cook them up something quick and painless (hopefully).
They follow like lost little puppies, peering over his shoulder no more curious about any 'recipe' he may be using, but when it would be done. With another piece of jerky each for them, he sends them off to sit in the sitting room while he wraps up, a couple pieces of meat for the two of them (he knows they won't eat anything else) and sets a place for them at the table. Whether they like it or not, he will regard them as nothing short of human... it's what Havoc deserves and though Kimbley knows just the way to piss him off, he was a monster before, so he has to see him in the same light.
He ruffles their ears, scratches their tummies and sends them off to eat while he hops into bed, the hour late, his body tired and his mind still reeling from the day. In the dark solitude of his room, he finds peace. Beneath the blankets there's a security there that tells him he can do it and the warmth that envelops lulls him into a state that's not quite sleep, but not fitting into the category as awake.
Something scratches at the door and startles him. Old habits die hard... his hand reaches for gloves that aren't there, something he moved just for that simple purpose.
"Hey, chief? You awake?"
He flops back down and hides under his blankets. "What is it?"
"Open the door," Kimbley orders.
So pushy for a couple of mutts... "It's open."
The creak of a door, footsteps on the floor and then two dips in the bed, on either side move closer until huddled beside him. "So lazy for a Colonel," Zolf teases, peeling the covers back to expose a Colonel that really doesn't want to be anywhere but under it.
"We wanted to sleep here tonight. You looked a little down," Jean says, snuggling up behind.
Before he can protest, Kimbley shrugs and scoots in, pulls the covers back up and curls up against him. Time alone, time to think, to to rest away from the rest of the world... it's the one thing he's always wanted and never had the chance to have. But again, that smirk tugs on his lips and he allows the embrace of his once-greatest enemy and one of his must trust subordinates to be the blanket that soothes those troubles and allows him to fall into a dreamless slumber.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Kimbley/Roy/Havoc
Rating: PG
Warnings: puppy!Havoc and Kimbley, OOCness, RAW, AU
Author Note: Yeah. Don't complain. I don't care.
Summary: But again, that smirk tugs on his lips and he allows the embrace of his once-greatest enemy and one of his must trust subordinates to be the blanket that soothes those troubles and allows him to fall into a dreamless slumber.
Dedication: Happy Eighteenth birthday Foxx. I hope it's all right. I know you love Kimmy, so I thought I'd do something quick while I have the chance. Here.
He's late again. It's nothing new, anymore. He's grown rather used to staring at the night sky on a walk or drive home. It gives a sense of relief before his life is forced to change gears, from one extreme to the next. From upholding the laws, doing whatever he must to rise through the ranks to breaking those laws, harboring a fugitive, putting his career, possibly his very life on the line. At least it's for something he truly believes in... at least his hand isn't raised and his fire pointed at some helpless child or a defenseless old man.
He can hear him pacing--is it that late already? He can't help but smirk and shove the key in the door, barely making it over the threshold and shutting the door before he's been pounced on by, not one, but two rather enthusiastic puppies. He sighs inaudibly when it's not him they're happy to see, but dinner and pushes them off. "What a welcoming committee."
"That for us, chief?"
"Hope you didn't think we'd let you get away with neglect, Flame."
He knows all too well the usual routine. "If you sit nicely, maybe I'll give you something."
Havoc doesn't seem entirely pleased with being teased, but he sits back and waits. Kimbley, on the other hand, takes to lounging on his couch, lips quirked, eyes glittering with mischief. "I don't beg."
He slips a piece of jerky to Havoc to hold him off and moves past, wordlessly, to the kitchen, to cook them up something quick and painless (hopefully).
They follow like lost little puppies, peering over his shoulder no more curious about any 'recipe' he may be using, but when it would be done. With another piece of jerky each for them, he sends them off to sit in the sitting room while he wraps up, a couple pieces of meat for the two of them (he knows they won't eat anything else) and sets a place for them at the table. Whether they like it or not, he will regard them as nothing short of human... it's what Havoc deserves and though Kimbley knows just the way to piss him off, he was a monster before, so he has to see him in the same light.
He ruffles their ears, scratches their tummies and sends them off to eat while he hops into bed, the hour late, his body tired and his mind still reeling from the day. In the dark solitude of his room, he finds peace. Beneath the blankets there's a security there that tells him he can do it and the warmth that envelops lulls him into a state that's not quite sleep, but not fitting into the category as awake.
Something scratches at the door and startles him. Old habits die hard... his hand reaches for gloves that aren't there, something he moved just for that simple purpose.
"Hey, chief? You awake?"
He flops back down and hides under his blankets. "What is it?"
"Open the door," Kimbley orders.
So pushy for a couple of mutts... "It's open."
The creak of a door, footsteps on the floor and then two dips in the bed, on either side move closer until huddled beside him. "So lazy for a Colonel," Zolf teases, peeling the covers back to expose a Colonel that really doesn't want to be anywhere but under it.
"We wanted to sleep here tonight. You looked a little down," Jean says, snuggling up behind.
Before he can protest, Kimbley shrugs and scoots in, pulls the covers back up and curls up against him. Time alone, time to think, to to rest away from the rest of the world... it's the one thing he's always wanted and never had the chance to have. But again, that smirk tugs on his lips and he allows the embrace of his once-greatest enemy and one of his must trust subordinates to be the blanket that soothes those troubles and allows him to fall into a dreamless slumber.
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Date: 2009-11-26 11:04 am (UTC)This was so cute, Momma. D: We want a puppy too. Actually, you inspired Us a bit with this one! We'll try to write later. :3
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Date: 2009-11-28 05:26 am (UTC)^^ Was it? : O Did I? I want to see!