The True Tale of How a (future) Emperor . . . : Fullmetal Alchemist: 179 - I hate love.
Title: The True Story of how an (future) Emperor (kind of) Seduced His Gaurd Single-Handedly (With The Help of A Gold Fish) in One Night
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: G
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 179 - I Hate Love
Genre/s: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Warnings: Set pre-series, so no spoilers here!
Words: 1311
Summary: Ling was good with words, but also stupid with them.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
The twelfth prince of Xing had a serious problem.
That problem was that he always dragged his bodyguards in to whatever whimsical idea he dreamt up. Well, at least one of them.
Of course, Ling also had a mastery of words, and undoubtedly that would serve him well as emperor, but Lan Fan thought it to be her enemy at that moment. He had shared his crazy idea of going to the festival with her, and of course she protested, but he went on about knowing the people and how he would need her there with him, and somehow Lan Fan listened to all of this.
So now they were walking down the road to the festival, Ling looking just as chipper as he could be. Lan Fan walked a bit behind him, keeping a respectful distance.
"You know Lan Fan, you're going to make people suspicious walking behind me like that," He said, "You can relax, it's a festival, after all!"
"I'm only going to keep you out of trouble, Young Master."
Ling laughed, merrily saying, "Right, of course. However, that is another thing. We need to slip by unnoticed, so you cannot call me Young Master tonight," He stopped, rubbing his chin. "But around here, 'Ling Yao' would also tip people off. I need a cover name,"
Lan Fan thought for a moment, thinking the name change to be silly. "What about Kuai?" She proposed, picking the first thing to came to her mind.
"Yes, that works! Thank You, Lan Fan, let us be on our way!" He said, marching on joyfully again. Lan Fan followed him, knowing she need not bother with a cover name. She was merely a guardian shadow, watching out for him.
Although when the entered the festival, she did not feel much like a shadow at all. She somewhat blended in, her red robes matching the lateens and booths of the festival, but there were so many other colors around it was almost as if you could find a single person by calling out their color. Ling was not daunted by this in the slightest. He darted around, looking at everything with a child-like wonder. With his bangs pulled back, Lan Fan could see both of his eyes shining as bright as the lanterns.
After looking around he darted back to her, sliding his arm around hers and tugging in the direction he had come.
"Hey, Lan Fan, want to catch some fish?"
"Fish? Why on earth would you want to do that, Yo-um, Kuai?"
"Well, why not?" He said. Ling dragged her to the booth and kneeled down in front of it, Lan Fan doing the same. There was a shallow pool, little more than a foot it seemed, filled with bright little gold fish swimming about.
After receiving the bowl and scoop, Ling unabashedly made his attempt. He failed, the fish flailing and tearing the scoop. He tried again, and failed.
After the third attempt, Lan Fan sighed and figured she needed to do it herself.
"You need to be slow so you don't scare it," She explained, carefully dipping the scoop under an unsuspecting fish. "But when you have it, you need to be quick and get it into the bowl." She went on, doing just that. She held out the bowl to Ling, who smiled in amazement.
"That's so cool, Lan Fan!"
"It's just a goldfish catching game," She stated, but she pluses all the same.
"Let's get some Takoyaki to celebrate!" He said, pulling her arm again.
"Any idea what your going to call him?" Lan Fan asked as she walked to the stand.
"Hmmm," Ling frowned, obviously giving more thought to the fish than to his own cover name. "Oh! How about Bosco?"
"Kuai, that is a ridiculous name for a fish."
He shrugged. "I don't see Bosco protesting."
They got some takoyaki, Ling trying to feed some of his to Bosco, and they visited the other booths that ranged from masks to dart games for children.
There was also a matchmaking booth. Ling turned to Lan Fan, a raise eyebrow accompanied by a flirtatious smirk.
"No." She said firmly, certain her face matched her robes.
"Come on! Just for fun?"
She glared at him. "That is far from my idea of fun."
"You're making Bosco sad." Ling said, holding up the goldfish once again.
"He's a fish, he can deal with it."
"But how is he supposed to live his life not knowing if his momma and papa are supposed to be together?"
If Lan Fan's face did not match her robes before, it certainly did now.
"Y-You seem tired, Kuai, you must not know what your saying," Lan Fan stammered, although Ling's smirk said he knew exactly what he was saying. "You need to get to bed, or a very cold bath."
"Alright," Ling said, shrugging. "It's past little Bosco's bed time anyway. Time to head home,"
They took the same route the came from, lined with bushes and a small pond. Lan Fan did not turn to look back at Ling as they walked, but she heard him talking to Bosco.
"Momma can be so cold, can't she, Bosco?" He said. "I just want our son to be happy,"
"He is a fish, Young Master, and his parents are fish, as well!" She said bluntly, Her face still burning.
She heard no response to this, and she thought she had finally put an end to the absurdity.
Well, until she heard a splash like the ones princes make when they fall in ponds.
She spun around, already panicking. In her head, she tried to figure out how long it had been since his last meal. They had takoyaki, but how long ago was that? Half an hour? One Hour?
At the edge of the pond, she was perplexed by Bosco's bowl being set carefully on a rock so that it would not fall in. Had Ling collapsed, He would have dropped the bowl as well.
Sure enough, Ling poked his head out of the water, smiling.
"You said I needed a cold bath." He said nonchalantly.
Lan Fan gawked at him. "Are you insane? You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Ling shrugged, which seemed to be his favorite thing that night. "I judged wanted to follow your advice. You should jump in too, it's quite nice."
Lan Fan started to protest, but he added, "You know, Fuu's gonna wonder how I'm the only one with wet hair."
Lan Fan sighed. She dipped her foot in the water. It was surprisingly deep for a pond, with no shallows around the edges. Closing her eyes, she jumped in.
When she came back up, Ling was right next to her.
"See? It's not that bad," He said, brushing a strand of soaked hair away from her face.
Lan Fan blushed again, which was her least favorite thing to do that night. "Grandfather would kill us if he knew about this."
"He wouldn't kill us! After all, I'm the Yao clan's heir, and you're the only on that can keep me in line."
"If I could keep you in line, we wouldn't be here."
"True, but I know you try your best." He said sweetly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, an odd thing when they were in a pond.
"Young Master, um, what are you doing?" She managed to say, her mind too jumbled to say anything else.
"Rewarding you,"
Without saying anything else, he pressed his lips against against her cheek, stopping all thought processes in her mind, except for whatever part controlled the skin of her face. He pulled away, looking at her m, waiting for her to say something.
When she did not, he turned towards the shore.
"It's okay, Bosco! Momma and Papa have stopped fighting!"
Then she felt like punching him.
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: G
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 179 - I Hate Love
Genre/s: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Warnings: Set pre-series, so no spoilers here!
Words: 1311
Summary: Ling was good with words, but also stupid with them.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
The twelfth prince of Xing had a serious problem.
That problem was that he always dragged his bodyguards in to whatever whimsical idea he dreamt up. Well, at least one of them.
Of course, Ling also had a mastery of words, and undoubtedly that would serve him well as emperor, but Lan Fan thought it to be her enemy at that moment. He had shared his crazy idea of going to the festival with her, and of course she protested, but he went on about knowing the people and how he would need her there with him, and somehow Lan Fan listened to all of this.
So now they were walking down the road to the festival, Ling looking just as chipper as he could be. Lan Fan walked a bit behind him, keeping a respectful distance.
"You know Lan Fan, you're going to make people suspicious walking behind me like that," He said, "You can relax, it's a festival, after all!"
"I'm only going to keep you out of trouble, Young Master."
Ling laughed, merrily saying, "Right, of course. However, that is another thing. We need to slip by unnoticed, so you cannot call me Young Master tonight," He stopped, rubbing his chin. "But around here, 'Ling Yao' would also tip people off. I need a cover name,"
Lan Fan thought for a moment, thinking the name change to be silly. "What about Kuai?" She proposed, picking the first thing to came to her mind.
"Yes, that works! Thank You, Lan Fan, let us be on our way!" He said, marching on joyfully again. Lan Fan followed him, knowing she need not bother with a cover name. She was merely a guardian shadow, watching out for him.
Although when the entered the festival, she did not feel much like a shadow at all. She somewhat blended in, her red robes matching the lateens and booths of the festival, but there were so many other colors around it was almost as if you could find a single person by calling out their color. Ling was not daunted by this in the slightest. He darted around, looking at everything with a child-like wonder. With his bangs pulled back, Lan Fan could see both of his eyes shining as bright as the lanterns.
After looking around he darted back to her, sliding his arm around hers and tugging in the direction he had come.
"Hey, Lan Fan, want to catch some fish?"
"Fish? Why on earth would you want to do that, Yo-um, Kuai?"
"Well, why not?" He said. Ling dragged her to the booth and kneeled down in front of it, Lan Fan doing the same. There was a shallow pool, little more than a foot it seemed, filled with bright little gold fish swimming about.
After receiving the bowl and scoop, Ling unabashedly made his attempt. He failed, the fish flailing and tearing the scoop. He tried again, and failed.
After the third attempt, Lan Fan sighed and figured she needed to do it herself.
"You need to be slow so you don't scare it," She explained, carefully dipping the scoop under an unsuspecting fish. "But when you have it, you need to be quick and get it into the bowl." She went on, doing just that. She held out the bowl to Ling, who smiled in amazement.
"That's so cool, Lan Fan!"
"It's just a goldfish catching game," She stated, but she pluses all the same.
"Let's get some Takoyaki to celebrate!" He said, pulling her arm again.
"Any idea what your going to call him?" Lan Fan asked as she walked to the stand.
"Hmmm," Ling frowned, obviously giving more thought to the fish than to his own cover name. "Oh! How about Bosco?"
"Kuai, that is a ridiculous name for a fish."
He shrugged. "I don't see Bosco protesting."
They got some takoyaki, Ling trying to feed some of his to Bosco, and they visited the other booths that ranged from masks to dart games for children.
There was also a matchmaking booth. Ling turned to Lan Fan, a raise eyebrow accompanied by a flirtatious smirk.
"No." She said firmly, certain her face matched her robes.
"Come on! Just for fun?"
She glared at him. "That is far from my idea of fun."
"You're making Bosco sad." Ling said, holding up the goldfish once again.
"He's a fish, he can deal with it."
"But how is he supposed to live his life not knowing if his momma and papa are supposed to be together?"
If Lan Fan's face did not match her robes before, it certainly did now.
"Y-You seem tired, Kuai, you must not know what your saying," Lan Fan stammered, although Ling's smirk said he knew exactly what he was saying. "You need to get to bed, or a very cold bath."
"Alright," Ling said, shrugging. "It's past little Bosco's bed time anyway. Time to head home,"
They took the same route the came from, lined with bushes and a small pond. Lan Fan did not turn to look back at Ling as they walked, but she heard him talking to Bosco.
"Momma can be so cold, can't she, Bosco?" He said. "I just want our son to be happy,"
"He is a fish, Young Master, and his parents are fish, as well!" She said bluntly, Her face still burning.
She heard no response to this, and she thought she had finally put an end to the absurdity.
Well, until she heard a splash like the ones princes make when they fall in ponds.
She spun around, already panicking. In her head, she tried to figure out how long it had been since his last meal. They had takoyaki, but how long ago was that? Half an hour? One Hour?
At the edge of the pond, she was perplexed by Bosco's bowl being set carefully on a rock so that it would not fall in. Had Ling collapsed, He would have dropped the bowl as well.
Sure enough, Ling poked his head out of the water, smiling.
"You said I needed a cold bath." He said nonchalantly.
Lan Fan gawked at him. "Are you insane? You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Ling shrugged, which seemed to be his favorite thing that night. "I judged wanted to follow your advice. You should jump in too, it's quite nice."
Lan Fan started to protest, but he added, "You know, Fuu's gonna wonder how I'm the only one with wet hair."
Lan Fan sighed. She dipped her foot in the water. It was surprisingly deep for a pond, with no shallows around the edges. Closing her eyes, she jumped in.
When she came back up, Ling was right next to her.
"See? It's not that bad," He said, brushing a strand of soaked hair away from her face.
Lan Fan blushed again, which was her least favorite thing to do that night. "Grandfather would kill us if he knew about this."
"He wouldn't kill us! After all, I'm the Yao clan's heir, and you're the only on that can keep me in line."
"If I could keep you in line, we wouldn't be here."
"True, but I know you try your best." He said sweetly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, an odd thing when they were in a pond.
"Young Master, um, what are you doing?" She managed to say, her mind too jumbled to say anything else.
"Rewarding you,"
Without saying anything else, he pressed his lips against against her cheek, stopping all thought processes in her mind, except for whatever part controlled the skin of her face. He pulled away, looking at her m, waiting for her to say something.
When she did not, he turned towards the shore.
"It's okay, Bosco! Momma and Papa have stopped fighting!"
Then she felt like punching him.