This story will be a drabble collection of random ideas I've come up with.
These drabbles are as complete as they're ever going to get, unless I say otherwise.
Feel free to gain inspiration and explore these various ideas even further.
Drabble 1: Role Reversal
In which Roy is the newest State Alchemist on the block, and he was assigned under Edward's (The Fullmetal Alchemist and youngest State Alchemist ever) command.
Major Mustang wondered if he could get away with killing his commanding officer.
His bare fingers twitched reflexively to snap as the Colonel slammed another pile of paperwork on the desk in front of him. That smug grin threatening to split the younger alchemist's face made the major's dark eyes glint with something ferocious for a split second, before resuming its impassive look. Roy's ears picked up on Breda and Havoc snickering in the background and he let out an almost inaudible sigh.
"Colonel Elric," The newest State Alchemist muttered, refusing to call the blond 'sir'. "I also have paperwork of my own to do and I would very much like to complete it by the start of lunch." Roy's eyes glanced in a meaningful manner towards his co-workers across the table. "Lieutenants Breda and Havoc seem to be finished with their reports. Why don't you give this pile to them? I believe they also know how to forge your signature."
The two mischievous militants froze and flashed dark glares at Roy, who brushed them off with a casual flick of his wrist. Those glares didn't compare to Riza's.
Speaking of the Hawk's Eye, she was gazing at the young Colonel with a disapproving look on her face. Roy almost felt sorry for Colonel Elric - almost. The young militant, as did the rest of the men, had to be on their toes at all times when Hawkeye was around, and the Flame Alchemist just about flinched as the woman's fingers brushed the handle of her pistol.
Edward - the little shit - just kept on grinning, ignoring the looming danger of possibly having a bullet hole in his ear. Either he had a death wish, or he was incredibly stupid; Roy chose the latter.
"Well, Flame." Edward drawled. "Think of this as payback for nearly burning my ass off while I was fending off Scar last week. I think that you deserve signing all these."
"...No, Fullmetal, I don't." Roy deadpanned as his eyes skimmed through the words of the top document. "Ninety percent of these property damages are yours. I don't mean to be rude, but how is it that you haven't been fired yet?" He allowed himself to smirk as the Colonel growled. "No pun intended, of course."
Amber eyes flashed with a brief flicker of fury, "Careful, Major." Edward hissed, his gloved hand - his automail hand - twitching once. Roy had only seen a glimpse of his automail arm during the fight with Scar. "A person in passing might mistake that for insubordination."
Roy looked up to meet narrowed eyes, "A person in passing might not even notice you because of how short you are, and wonder why I'm talking to myself."
"I'M NOT SHORT, MAJOR BASTARD!"
The Flame Alchemist mentally chalked himself a point. He took some sort of sadistic satisfaction on how the young Colonel reacted to people commenting on his lack of height. Elric was just so fun to taunt, consequences be damned.
"Colonel Elric," Hawkeye let out a sigh. "Please continue with your documents. They're due to be handed in to the Fuhrer's office by 2PM sharp."
Edward made a move to protest, but the sharp glint of Hawkeye's sidearm in the light made the complaint die in his throat. 'Maybe Fullmetal isn't as idiotic as I thought,' Roy inwardly smirked.
"...Fine," Edward groused, but his grin was back at full force. "But I don't think I will make the deadline. I think I'm going to need help." He glanced meaningfully at Roy.
"Nice try, sir." The click of Riza's gun made the Fullmetal Alchemist bite back a yelp of fright. Grudgingly, Edward picked up the pile and stomped back to his desk, grumbling about 'slave-driving Lieutenants' and how 'Mustang set her up to this'.
Colonel Elric glanced back and gritted his teeth as his topaz orbs spotted the insufferable smirk playing at Major Mustang's lips.
'Note to self: transmute the soles of Mustang's boots to the floor later on.'