Santa Surprise
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,380
Reviews:
12
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Currently Reading:
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Santa Surprise
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of FullMetal Alchemist. I just borrow the characters and do evil things to them in my writing. x3
This is my first fanfic. Feel free to comment, though flames will be laughed at. I don’t know if this idea has been written about before. If it has, then at least know that I’m not trying to be an idea pirate…I’m just a simple yaoi pirate. Yar indeed. xD
Yep, I know that everyone may be OOC. There aren’t really any warnings, though the ending is just a tad suggestive.
~Santa Surprise~ *I know it sucks, but I’ll think of something brilliant later*
Edward Elric was MIFFED. It was December 24th, Christmas eve, and he hadn’t even gotten ONE GIFT. No one bothered to ask him what he wanted or anything. Why the hell had everyone else forgotten him during this season of giving?! Even Al seemed to be spending much more time picking out gifts for friends and such. He decided that since he wasn’t getting anything, he wasn’t giving anything either.
This pained him, for he had managed to procure a miniskirt and was planning on bestowing it upon Roy, who would no doubt try to permanently attach it to him. Ed sighed; even his love had seemingly forgotten him. He hadn’t talked to Roy in days since everyone at Central had gone home for the holidays. Roy had been complaining about a load of work that had to be done over the break, saying that he couldn’t spend much time with Ed.
It was around 9:00, and even though he wasn’t that sleepy, Ed decided to go to bed. He didn’t have anything better to do, really. Besides, he’d probably go spend time with the Rockbells in the morning. As he lay in bed, slowly drifting off, Ed gazed at the little Christmas tree in the corner of his room. Al had decorated it; thus, it was adorned with innumerable cats of all colors. His last conscious thought was ‘I’ll have to get Al a kitten next Christmas,’ and then he was gone.
“Ho ho HO!!” boomed a loud voice, right in the sleeping Ed’s ear. He flew straight up in the air and squealed girlishly. *aww, we still love you, Ed~* He was shocked to see a man dressed in red and white standing next to his bed, a man with a long white beard who could be just one person: Santa.
Ed stared at Santa with a look of confusion/immense terror. He wished that he could wake up from his nightmare, but it wasn’t possible. He’d even prefer to fight all of the homunculi at once, but fate was being too cruel to him. Instead, he had to face Santa, who just HAPPENED to look like Armstrong. The moustache was the same, and he had the same blue eyes. This Santa was even as tall as the Strong-Arm alchemist. Interestingly enough, he was not pleasantly plump like the Santa that Ed envisioned; he looked to be quite fit under his long red coat. Ed couldn’t help but notice the little red and green sparkles that constantly danced around Santa. He had begun to get suspicious.
“Merry Christmas, Edward!” rumbled Santa.
Ed just kept on staring like a deer in the headlights, though he did note that Santa even sounded like the sparkly Major.
“I understand that you haven’t gotten a single gift from your friends and family this year,” he continued.
Ed quirked an eyebrow. “That’s right…how would you know?”
“IT IS A TRADITION IN THE CLAUS FAMILY TO BE ABLE TO READ THE MINDS OF CHILDREN TO FIND OUT WHAT IS TROUBLING THEM DURING THE HOLIDAYS~” sang Santa.
Suddenly, without warning, Santa’s jacket spontaneously combusted.
There stood “Santa,” flexing his mighty muscles under a conveniently-placed spotlight that Ed hadn’t been aware of before now. He was so busy posing that he didn’t notice Ed’s look of horror…or the fact that he had apparently expired. When he looked over at the boy, Santa gasped.
“OH, EDWARD ELRIC!!! Don’t die on Santa!” he cried, rushing over to Ed and hugging him violently.
Edward came to as soon as he realized where he was.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” he screeched. Ed managed to wrestle out of Santa/Armstrong’s grip of death and sprint to the door when Santa said “Would you like your gift now?”
He paused and looked back at Armstrong, who by this time was starting to sniffle.
Ed paused before giving his answer. “Sure, uh…Santa.”
“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back~!” Santa cried before skipping out the door.
By this time, Ed was thoroughly bewildered. He had come to the conclusion that he had, in fact, gone insane, and that Armstrong was even more scary as Santa than he normally was. His thoughts were interrupted as Armstrong/Santa made his way back in with a rather large package.
“This present is very special, Edward. I hope you enjoy it,” said faux-Claus with a wink. With that, the background became all bubbly. Tears streaming down his face, Armstrong proclaimed “Love is so beautiful~~” before speeding out of the front door.
For about a minute after the Major had made his exit, Ed stood there, rooted to the spot, staring from the door to the large box. The cube looked to be three feet tall, deep, and wide. It was wrapped in red/green/gold SPARKLY wrapping paper. Sadly, it didn’t stay that way. Ed vanquished the paper in less than ten seconds. He didn’t find anything extraordinary about the normal brown cardboard box he was now confronted with.
However, the muffled grunt that came from inside the box got his complete attention. Ed cautiously slit the tape on the top of the box and pulled the flaps back. The sight that met him made his eyes bug out and his mouth hang open.
There, in that normally-dull box, was Roy Mustang.
The colonel’s back was resting against one side of the box; his legs were slightly bent. He had been bound for convenience, Ed noted, around the ankles and wrists. His wrists had been tied behind his back to prevent him from trying anything. His gloves were nowhere in sight. He’d also been blindfolded and gagged. He turned just a bit pink when he saw that it was a ball gag. His eyes drifted to Roy’s hips, where a big red bow was attached. He really wanted the bow to disappear; other than the restraints and the holiday ribbon, Mustang wore not a single stitch of clothing.
By this time, his expression of shock had turned into a wolfish grin. Ed decided that he’d have to thank Armstrong after the holiday break. He started to rub Roy’s right nipple lightly, eliciting an anguished groan from the bound alchemist.
“Merry Christmas to ME!” he said to himself.
ZE END~!
Did you like it? Hate it? Let me know if you so desire.
This is my first fanfic. Feel free to comment, though flames will be laughed at. I don’t know if this idea has been written about before. If it has, then at least know that I’m not trying to be an idea pirate…I’m just a simple yaoi pirate. Yar indeed. xD
Yep, I know that everyone may be OOC. There aren’t really any warnings, though the ending is just a tad suggestive.
~Santa Surprise~ *I know it sucks, but I’ll think of something brilliant later*
Edward Elric was MIFFED. It was December 24th, Christmas eve, and he hadn’t even gotten ONE GIFT. No one bothered to ask him what he wanted or anything. Why the hell had everyone else forgotten him during this season of giving?! Even Al seemed to be spending much more time picking out gifts for friends and such. He decided that since he wasn’t getting anything, he wasn’t giving anything either.
This pained him, for he had managed to procure a miniskirt and was planning on bestowing it upon Roy, who would no doubt try to permanently attach it to him. Ed sighed; even his love had seemingly forgotten him. He hadn’t talked to Roy in days since everyone at Central had gone home for the holidays. Roy had been complaining about a load of work that had to be done over the break, saying that he couldn’t spend much time with Ed.
It was around 9:00, and even though he wasn’t that sleepy, Ed decided to go to bed. He didn’t have anything better to do, really. Besides, he’d probably go spend time with the Rockbells in the morning. As he lay in bed, slowly drifting off, Ed gazed at the little Christmas tree in the corner of his room. Al had decorated it; thus, it was adorned with innumerable cats of all colors. His last conscious thought was ‘I’ll have to get Al a kitten next Christmas,’ and then he was gone.
“Ho ho HO!!” boomed a loud voice, right in the sleeping Ed’s ear. He flew straight up in the air and squealed girlishly. *aww, we still love you, Ed~* He was shocked to see a man dressed in red and white standing next to his bed, a man with a long white beard who could be just one person: Santa.
Ed stared at Santa with a look of confusion/immense terror. He wished that he could wake up from his nightmare, but it wasn’t possible. He’d even prefer to fight all of the homunculi at once, but fate was being too cruel to him. Instead, he had to face Santa, who just HAPPENED to look like Armstrong. The moustache was the same, and he had the same blue eyes. This Santa was even as tall as the Strong-Arm alchemist. Interestingly enough, he was not pleasantly plump like the Santa that Ed envisioned; he looked to be quite fit under his long red coat. Ed couldn’t help but notice the little red and green sparkles that constantly danced around Santa. He had begun to get suspicious.
“Merry Christmas, Edward!” rumbled Santa.
Ed just kept on staring like a deer in the headlights, though he did note that Santa even sounded like the sparkly Major.
“I understand that you haven’t gotten a single gift from your friends and family this year,” he continued.
Ed quirked an eyebrow. “That’s right…how would you know?”
“IT IS A TRADITION IN THE CLAUS FAMILY TO BE ABLE TO READ THE MINDS OF CHILDREN TO FIND OUT WHAT IS TROUBLING THEM DURING THE HOLIDAYS~” sang Santa.
Suddenly, without warning, Santa’s jacket spontaneously combusted.
There stood “Santa,” flexing his mighty muscles under a conveniently-placed spotlight that Ed hadn’t been aware of before now. He was so busy posing that he didn’t notice Ed’s look of horror…or the fact that he had apparently expired. When he looked over at the boy, Santa gasped.
“OH, EDWARD ELRIC!!! Don’t die on Santa!” he cried, rushing over to Ed and hugging him violently.
Edward came to as soon as he realized where he was.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” he screeched. Ed managed to wrestle out of Santa/Armstrong’s grip of death and sprint to the door when Santa said “Would you like your gift now?”
He paused and looked back at Armstrong, who by this time was starting to sniffle.
Ed paused before giving his answer. “Sure, uh…Santa.”
“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back~!” Santa cried before skipping out the door.
By this time, Ed was thoroughly bewildered. He had come to the conclusion that he had, in fact, gone insane, and that Armstrong was even more scary as Santa than he normally was. His thoughts were interrupted as Armstrong/Santa made his way back in with a rather large package.
“This present is very special, Edward. I hope you enjoy it,” said faux-Claus with a wink. With that, the background became all bubbly. Tears streaming down his face, Armstrong proclaimed “Love is so beautiful~~” before speeding out of the front door.
For about a minute after the Major had made his exit, Ed stood there, rooted to the spot, staring from the door to the large box. The cube looked to be three feet tall, deep, and wide. It was wrapped in red/green/gold SPARKLY wrapping paper. Sadly, it didn’t stay that way. Ed vanquished the paper in less than ten seconds. He didn’t find anything extraordinary about the normal brown cardboard box he was now confronted with.
However, the muffled grunt that came from inside the box got his complete attention. Ed cautiously slit the tape on the top of the box and pulled the flaps back. The sight that met him made his eyes bug out and his mouth hang open.
There, in that normally-dull box, was Roy Mustang.
The colonel’s back was resting against one side of the box; his legs were slightly bent. He had been bound for convenience, Ed noted, around the ankles and wrists. His wrists had been tied behind his back to prevent him from trying anything. His gloves were nowhere in sight. He’d also been blindfolded and gagged. He turned just a bit pink when he saw that it was a ball gag. His eyes drifted to Roy’s hips, where a big red bow was attached. He really wanted the bow to disappear; other than the restraints and the holiday ribbon, Mustang wore not a single stitch of clothing.
By this time, his expression of shock had turned into a wolfish grin. Ed decided that he’d have to thank Armstrong after the holiday break. He started to rub Roy’s right nipple lightly, eliciting an anguished groan from the bound alchemist.
“Merry Christmas to ME!” he said to himself.
ZE END~!
Did you like it? Hate it? Let me know if you so desire.