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Blue Challenge: Fullmetal Alchemist: Fanfic: Blue
Title: Blue
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Length: 557 words
Content notes: —
Author notes: —
Summary: It's not quite 'I love you,' but judging by the soft eyes and the naked gratitude on Roy's face, Ed thinks he hears it anyway.
It's not quite 'I love you,' but judging by the soft eyes and the naked gratitude on Roy's face, Ed thinks he hears it anyway.
He's gotten better at that in recent years — reading expressions on Roy's face. He thinks it might have come with more familiarity, but the familiarity has cultivated respect and that respect is bordering on something very very different now.
"I would have thought you'd had enough of me by now," Roy says. There's a hint of self-consciousness in it that Ed doesn't like, although he must admit that he's the one who put it there in the first place. Roy hides it well behind his stupid little teacup, but Ed can see it now. He can see a lot of things that were so far out of reach for him for such a long time.
"Yeah, well," Ed says with a shrug, "academia's boring and full of assholes."
"As is the military," Roy points out.
Ed raises an eyebrow. "Full of assholes? Yes, obviously. Boring? Not with you around."
"Thank you," Roy says, eyes gleaming and sets down his teacup.
"That wasn't a freakin' compliment," Ed tells him, even though it's a complete and utter lie. Roy smiles, like he sees right through him, which he probably does. He's good at that. If he weren't, Ed probably wouldn't be here. Not the cafe, obviously. Here metaphorically… or whatthefuckever.
Roy rests his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand and smiles at him. "Are you going to wear the uniform?"
Ed blinks. Narrows his eyes. "Why?"
"No particular reason," Roy tells him and his eyes flick downward in a way that even Ed can't misinterpret.
"You've got to be kidding me," Ed says, feeling the heat creep up his neck.
Roy's smile widens.
"Stop it," Ed hisses, glancing around the room, just to make sure no one's watching. He's not too keen to find himself on the front page of the newspaper just because a well-respected general of the Amestrian military deems it wise to ogle him in public.
"Careful with that," Roy says, his tone softer now, and Ed notices just a touch too late that he's wrapped his stupidly long fingers around his automail wrist so Ed doesn't crush the dainty little teacup in his hand. Roy seems perfectly fine with just… keeping it there. Ed doesn't dare to move. "I can't help but think," Roy proceeds and Ed watches, transfixed, as his thumb strokes back and forth across the metal, "you would look stunning in blue."
Ed clears his throat and looks at Roy who seems to be just as mesmerized by their joint hands as Ed. "Don't need to wear the uniform for that."
The grin is back and devastating as ever. "I've always wanted to be swept off my feet by a handsome young officer."
Ed snorts. "I always thought you were a bit stupid."
"Certainly," Roy says and his eyes flick up at Ed again. "It doesn't discourage you, does it?"
"No," Ed says. After all, it's the truth.
Roy smiles and lifts his teacup. When Ed looks down again, he has entwined his fingers with Ed's.
"Fine," Ed says, with a suitably theatrical sigh, "blue it is, then."
He must be imagining it, but when Roy squeezes his fingers, he can almost feel it.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Length: 557 words
Content notes: —
Author notes: —
Summary: It's not quite 'I love you,' but judging by the soft eyes and the naked gratitude on Roy's face, Ed thinks he hears it anyway.
It's not quite 'I love you,' but judging by the soft eyes and the naked gratitude on Roy's face, Ed thinks he hears it anyway.
He's gotten better at that in recent years — reading expressions on Roy's face. He thinks it might have come with more familiarity, but the familiarity has cultivated respect and that respect is bordering on something very very different now.
"I would have thought you'd had enough of me by now," Roy says. There's a hint of self-consciousness in it that Ed doesn't like, although he must admit that he's the one who put it there in the first place. Roy hides it well behind his stupid little teacup, but Ed can see it now. He can see a lot of things that were so far out of reach for him for such a long time.
"Yeah, well," Ed says with a shrug, "academia's boring and full of assholes."
"As is the military," Roy points out.
Ed raises an eyebrow. "Full of assholes? Yes, obviously. Boring? Not with you around."
"Thank you," Roy says, eyes gleaming and sets down his teacup.
"That wasn't a freakin' compliment," Ed tells him, even though it's a complete and utter lie. Roy smiles, like he sees right through him, which he probably does. He's good at that. If he weren't, Ed probably wouldn't be here. Not the cafe, obviously. Here metaphorically… or whatthefuckever.
Roy rests his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand and smiles at him. "Are you going to wear the uniform?"
Ed blinks. Narrows his eyes. "Why?"
"No particular reason," Roy tells him and his eyes flick downward in a way that even Ed can't misinterpret.
"You've got to be kidding me," Ed says, feeling the heat creep up his neck.
Roy's smile widens.
"Stop it," Ed hisses, glancing around the room, just to make sure no one's watching. He's not too keen to find himself on the front page of the newspaper just because a well-respected general of the Amestrian military deems it wise to ogle him in public.
"Careful with that," Roy says, his tone softer now, and Ed notices just a touch too late that he's wrapped his stupidly long fingers around his automail wrist so Ed doesn't crush the dainty little teacup in his hand. Roy seems perfectly fine with just… keeping it there. Ed doesn't dare to move. "I can't help but think," Roy proceeds and Ed watches, transfixed, as his thumb strokes back and forth across the metal, "you would look stunning in blue."
Ed clears his throat and looks at Roy who seems to be just as mesmerized by their joint hands as Ed. "Don't need to wear the uniform for that."
The grin is back and devastating as ever. "I've always wanted to be swept off my feet by a handsome young officer."
Ed snorts. "I always thought you were a bit stupid."
"Certainly," Roy says and his eyes flick up at Ed again. "It doesn't discourage you, does it?"
"No," Ed says. After all, it's the truth.
Roy smiles and lifts his teacup. When Ed looks down again, he has entwined his fingers with Ed's.
"Fine," Ed says, with a suitably theatrical sigh, "blue it is, then."
He must be imagining it, but when Roy squeezes his fingers, he can almost feel it.