Fic: [Roy/Ed/Pride] A Man's Man
Author/Artist: automailvariant
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Pride
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Notes: When Ed reads stories, he totally does the voices. Just sayin'.
Pride liked to do laundry.
Unfortunately, Pride liked to do laundry Edward's way.
While Roy was glad this didn't involve a cape made from a sheet, nor underwear worn over blonde hair (he'd heard stories from Havoc's mother,) he didn't particularly like the fact that Ed didn't seem to care one way or the other which clothes went where.
So, Roy ended up doing his own laundry, separating his whites from the colors so as to keep his dress shirts in pristine condition and pinning his socks together so they wouldn't get lost.
Much to Roy's chagrin one particular laundry day, he'd had to stay late and finish the last folder of papers left on his desk.
Pride, easily bored, and Edward, easily tempt-able, gathered the laundry, which- by Ed's calculations- ended up being a single load, and so was tossed into the machine all together. Pride dumped in the powdered soap; Edward started the machine, which rumbled on its merry way.
It wasn't much later that Roy returned home, hanging up his coat in the foyer and kicking off his shoes. He padded into the living room, where Ed was bent over a book, reading aloud to Pride and illustrating the story with waves of his hands.
"And then anon drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, and being thus frighted swears a prayer or two and sleeps again- Roy. You're home."
Both sets of eyes turned to him, and he had to smile, drawing Edward into his arms and giving a kiss to Pride. "You seem to have kept yourselves busy. Did you- What is that noise?" He was interrupted by a previously unnoticed, off-kilter banging sound.
"Huh?" Ed asked with raised eyebrows, until he suddenly remembered. "Ack! The laundry!"
He squirmed out of Roy's grasp and fled to the washing machine, which was currently making its way across the floor in small increments. Just as he reached for the lid, however, the spin cycle ceased, leaving it to clunk to a stop.
He shoved it quickly back into place, glancing to the door, where Pride and Roy now stood, and grinning sheepishly as he opened the machine. "S'done."
"I see," Roy replied blandly. That was, until he saw something that was not-quite-white, and looked very much like one of his dress shirts. "Edward... what is my laundry doing in the machine?"
"Me an' Pride figured it'd be easier to do it all at once."
Roy looked down at Pride, who looked back up and smiled at him. "I see," he said again. "And why are my shirts all... pink?"
Just then, Ed took out a lump of clothes that included his traveling cloak. Oh, Roy thought. He should have guessed.
Ed was spry and fast for having two metal limbs, and Pride was like a golden rabbit. They'd gotten around the living room, dining room, kitchen and bedroom four times before Roy finally caught them.
The man was merciless in his punishment, only stopping his tickling when Ed was gasping for breath and tears were rolling down his face, Pride curled in on himself and hiccuping, holding his sides.
"Bastard," Ed croaked through giggles. But it seemed Roy had made his point, as Edward next promised not to throw Roy's stuff together with his and Pride's, and the homunculus nodded his agreement.
* * *
There were snickers following him for most of the morning, and he shot glares at everyone he met who dared contribute their opinion of his new 'fashion statement.' His only clean shirts had been the ones the boys had 'washed.'
"Nice, Chief," Havoc commented, unlit cigarette bobbing on his lips with the words.
"Shut up, Lieutenant," Roy replied cordially.
"Yessir. Don't worry, though. You know what they say. It takes a manly man to wear pink."
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Pride
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Notes: When Ed reads stories, he totally does the voices. Just sayin'.
Pride liked to do laundry.
Unfortunately, Pride liked to do laundry Edward's way.
While Roy was glad this didn't involve a cape made from a sheet, nor underwear worn over blonde hair (he'd heard stories from Havoc's mother,) he didn't particularly like the fact that Ed didn't seem to care one way or the other which clothes went where.
So, Roy ended up doing his own laundry, separating his whites from the colors so as to keep his dress shirts in pristine condition and pinning his socks together so they wouldn't get lost.
Much to Roy's chagrin one particular laundry day, he'd had to stay late and finish the last folder of papers left on his desk.
Pride, easily bored, and Edward, easily tempt-able, gathered the laundry, which- by Ed's calculations- ended up being a single load, and so was tossed into the machine all together. Pride dumped in the powdered soap; Edward started the machine, which rumbled on its merry way.
It wasn't much later that Roy returned home, hanging up his coat in the foyer and kicking off his shoes. He padded into the living room, where Ed was bent over a book, reading aloud to Pride and illustrating the story with waves of his hands.
"And then anon drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, and being thus frighted swears a prayer or two and sleeps again- Roy. You're home."
Both sets of eyes turned to him, and he had to smile, drawing Edward into his arms and giving a kiss to Pride. "You seem to have kept yourselves busy. Did you- What is that noise?" He was interrupted by a previously unnoticed, off-kilter banging sound.
"Huh?" Ed asked with raised eyebrows, until he suddenly remembered. "Ack! The laundry!"
He squirmed out of Roy's grasp and fled to the washing machine, which was currently making its way across the floor in small increments. Just as he reached for the lid, however, the spin cycle ceased, leaving it to clunk to a stop.
He shoved it quickly back into place, glancing to the door, where Pride and Roy now stood, and grinning sheepishly as he opened the machine. "S'done."
"I see," Roy replied blandly. That was, until he saw something that was not-quite-white, and looked very much like one of his dress shirts. "Edward... what is my laundry doing in the machine?"
"Me an' Pride figured it'd be easier to do it all at once."
Roy looked down at Pride, who looked back up and smiled at him. "I see," he said again. "And why are my shirts all... pink?"
Just then, Ed took out a lump of clothes that included his traveling cloak. Oh, Roy thought. He should have guessed.
Ed was spry and fast for having two metal limbs, and Pride was like a golden rabbit. They'd gotten around the living room, dining room, kitchen and bedroom four times before Roy finally caught them.
The man was merciless in his punishment, only stopping his tickling when Ed was gasping for breath and tears were rolling down his face, Pride curled in on himself and hiccuping, holding his sides.
"Bastard," Ed croaked through giggles. But it seemed Roy had made his point, as Edward next promised not to throw Roy's stuff together with his and Pride's, and the homunculus nodded his agreement.
* * *
There were snickers following him for most of the morning, and he shot glares at everyone he met who dared contribute their opinion of his new 'fashion statement.' His only clean shirts had been the ones the boys had 'washed.'
"Nice, Chief," Havoc commented, unlit cigarette bobbing on his lips with the words.
"Shut up, Lieutenant," Roy replied cordially.
"Yessir. Don't worry, though. You know what they say. It takes a manly man to wear pink."