Disclaimer: Anything you recognize probably doesn't belong to me. Besides, if Ed and Roy had ever really ended up together, do you think I'd feel the desire to write this?
Title: Inferno
Author: fuery (Marissa)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 for Edward's filthy tongue, some spoilers along the way, and yaoi. If you didn't already get the hint, there it is.
Sidenotes: This is just a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on lately. Expect around 100, but as of right now I've only written up to 15. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and so are generally kind reviews. If you love 'em, let me know. If you flame me on the pairing, you'll probably get ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to read. But otherwise, flames in general are…I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I honestly didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?
Consider this the beginning of the "Notes" trilogy. I've already written the second one as well which, quite honestly, is even more stupid than this one. Sorry guys :( I just generally liked the idea.
14. Notes
A paper airplane twirls through the silent office, landing neatly in Edward's hair. He blinks in surprise, and glares at Roy Mustang, opening his mouth to throw indignant words at the older man.
"Edward Elric," Lieutenant Hawkeye's voice cuts him off, "I want complete silence in that office."
Edward intelligently decides to slam his mouth shut and retrieves the paper airplane, untangling it from his braid. He unfolds it, scowling in silent reaction to Roy's smirk.
On the paper, the message scrawled in neat print reads: Fetch me some coffee, Fullmetal.
With a quiet snarl, Edward scribbles a response: Fuck off, bastard Colonel! He balls it up and chucks it at the infuriating man's forehead.
Thus begins Notes War the First and it wages as follows:
What a rude way to address your superior.
I'm actually trying to do work here. Lemme alone.
I can't work without coffee. Therefore, I will be able to leave you alone once I have some.
You can't work at all! Go to hell, Mustang.
I'll cook dinner tonight.
Assuming we get out of here before dinner anyway.
I'll buy ice cream.
Your bribes aren't working.
...you can top tonight.
Needless to say, ten minutes later finds a flushed Edward Elric setting a mug of steaming coffee in front of Roy, who vaguely regrets making such a deal in the first place.