Nearsighted Puppy
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
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1
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620
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Nearsighted Puppy
Title: Nearsighted Puppy
Author: Raykushi
Pairing: Breda/Fuery
Summary: In response to a request from fmakink (http://community.livejournal.com/fmakinky/) "Breda/Fuery -- something with Fuery's glasses"
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA and I am making no money on this writing
Notes: Man it's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction. >.> Please go easy on me! This WILL be updated, I swears. :3
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CRUNCH.
Heyman Breda admitted he was a stalwart figure. He could throw his weight around when he needed to, and from time to time he had to do just that. However, it also happened that from time to time he threw his weight around when he didn't quite mean to.
Judging from the timid whimpers coming from the desk next to him, another of those times had arrived.
Breda looked down at the carpet, and his shoulders slumped to see the mangled black frames and shards of glass poking out from underneath his thick black boot heel. Well dammit, he had stepped on something important. And dammit more, it didn't look even remotely fixable.
Slowly Breda's head rose up and he regarded the person at the desk next to him. The diminutive man with short black hair blinked owlishly down at Breda's foot. His jaw hung loose in an expression of denial, trying to come to terms with the horror before him.
"Uh, damn, sorry Fuery," muttered Breda, scratching the back of his neck. He picked up his foot carefully, thinking somehow it wasn't as bad as it looked. But no, the little shards of glass rained down from the movement, lightly tinkling as they fell and proving to the room's occupants who hopelessly damaged they were.
Fuery whimpered again at this.
Breda kept his foot suspended in the air for a moment awkwardly, then snorted as he realized how ridiculous this was, and put his foot down in a spot away from the crushed eyewear.
"Tough luck there," he grunted, thumping the smaller man heavily on the shoulder before preparing to make a quick getaway. Fuery was jolted forward with the force of the gesture, then looked up into the face of his fellow officer, squinting slightly.
Breda almost groaned. Fuery looked helpless at the best of times. Right now he looked helpless and bewildered and lost. Without the large black frames perched on his nose, Fuery had even more of a baby face. Any other guy would have jumped at Breda and demanded compensation or an ass kicking (thus the reason he wanted to beat a hasty retreat). But oh no, not Fuery. Fuery was just going to sit there and look like a little black puppy that had just gotten kicked by its beloved master. A squinty little black puppy that had no idea what to do with itself.
Breda felt that he was surely in for it now. He hated puppies. What was he going to do with this one?
Author: Raykushi
Pairing: Breda/Fuery
Summary: In response to a request from fmakink (http://community.livejournal.com/fmakinky/) "Breda/Fuery -- something with Fuery's glasses"
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA and I am making no money on this writing
Notes: Man it's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction. >.> Please go easy on me! This WILL be updated, I swears. :3
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CRUNCH.
Heyman Breda admitted he was a stalwart figure. He could throw his weight around when he needed to, and from time to time he had to do just that. However, it also happened that from time to time he threw his weight around when he didn't quite mean to.
Judging from the timid whimpers coming from the desk next to him, another of those times had arrived.
Breda looked down at the carpet, and his shoulders slumped to see the mangled black frames and shards of glass poking out from underneath his thick black boot heel. Well dammit, he had stepped on something important. And dammit more, it didn't look even remotely fixable.
Slowly Breda's head rose up and he regarded the person at the desk next to him. The diminutive man with short black hair blinked owlishly down at Breda's foot. His jaw hung loose in an expression of denial, trying to come to terms with the horror before him.
"Uh, damn, sorry Fuery," muttered Breda, scratching the back of his neck. He picked up his foot carefully, thinking somehow it wasn't as bad as it looked. But no, the little shards of glass rained down from the movement, lightly tinkling as they fell and proving to the room's occupants who hopelessly damaged they were.
Fuery whimpered again at this.
Breda kept his foot suspended in the air for a moment awkwardly, then snorted as he realized how ridiculous this was, and put his foot down in a spot away from the crushed eyewear.
"Tough luck there," he grunted, thumping the smaller man heavily on the shoulder before preparing to make a quick getaway. Fuery was jolted forward with the force of the gesture, then looked up into the face of his fellow officer, squinting slightly.
Breda almost groaned. Fuery looked helpless at the best of times. Right now he looked helpless and bewildered and lost. Without the large black frames perched on his nose, Fuery had even more of a baby face. Any other guy would have jumped at Breda and demanded compensation or an ass kicking (thus the reason he wanted to beat a hasty retreat). But oh no, not Fuery. Fuery was just going to sit there and look like a little black puppy that had just gotten kicked by its beloved master. A squinty little black puppy that had no idea what to do with itself.
Breda felt that he was surely in for it now. He hated puppies. What was he going to do with this one?