Eye Trap
Title: Eye Trap
Author: peppaminty
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Genderbending and some dirty thoughts fom the office crew.
Characters: femme!Ed, Havoc, Breda, Hawkeye, Fuery, Falman, Mustang
Summary: Edie makes her entrance at Central HQ. It is a dramatic one.
Notes: Yes, more of Edie. I'm having far too much fun fleshing out her universe.
The girl who strode into the office wore an air of confidence, as well as a large amount of black leather and a long red coat. She had blonde hair tied back in a braid and eyes that flashed the same color.
The fit of her clothes hinted at dangerous curves without revealing too much, though her top dipped just low enough to display a hint of cleavage. Havoc wished he could say he wasn't staring at her breasts, but the way her jacket clasped at her neck and then flared open drew one's eyes right to them and wouldn't let them leave.
"Is this Colonel Mustang's office?" she questioned, eyes sweeping the room.
"Yes," Hawkeye answered. "Just through there."
Havoc didn't manage to tear his eyes off of the girl's chest until she'd crossed the room enough that they were out of view. Luckily, her coat covered her rear, or he probably would have immediately fixated on that.
The girl kicked open the door to the Colonel's office in a way that was somehow almost graceful with one booted foot and strode in, slamming the door closed behind her.
"Was that the Elric kid?" Breda murmured.
"I think so," Hawkeye replied. "Edie, I think her name is."
"How old is she, again?" Havoc asked, eyes still on the closed door.
"Twelve," Falman stated.
"She, uh... matured early." Breda grinned, gesturing something that resembled an hourglass.
"Breda!" Fuery hissed, in a mixture of horror and reverence.
"What? Tell me that's not all any of you were looking at."
Fuery and Falman turned bright red, and even Hawkeye blushed lightly. Havoc just grinned, relieved it wasn't just him that had been caught in Edie's eye trap.
Havoc had a sudden thought and leaned forward on his elbows, glancing again at the closed door. "Do you think she'll be okay in there? I mean, I don't want to make the chief sound like some dirty old man, but you know how he is."
Hawkeye seemed almost offended that he would think such things of Mustang, but then looked like she was considering the possibility. They all glanced collectively at the door, and as if on cue, the sound of wood splintering came from within the office.
"GET YOUR EYES THE FUCK OFF MY TITS AND GIVE ME MY WATCH," Edie roared.
"I think she can handle herself," Hawkeye stated. "Now back to work."
-OMAKE-
Mustang looked up, startled, as his door was unceremoniously kicked open by none other than Edie Elric. She stepped in and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Hey, bastard, miss me?" she grinned, crossing her arms under her... chest area.
"I was almost beginning to. Lucky for me you showed up just in time; I would have had to begin pining away had you been gone any longer," Roy proclaimed loftily.
"Great, I didn't miss you or your stupid face either," Edie snorted.
"Wonderful. Now, as for your certification..." he scanned the paper at the top of one of the piles on his desk and noted the name. It suited her. He handed it to her and watched her golden eyes fly back and forth as she read.
When she reached the end of the page, she met his eyes and grinned. "Fullmetal, huh? I like it. It's nice and intimidating."
The newly instated Fullmetal Alchemist's eyes went back to the certificate, seemingly to simply stare in awe, and Roy held back from making some comment about her chest already being all the intimidation she needed. This, of course, reminded him of her chest, and then his eyes were drawn like a magnet to the patch of skin revealed by her jacket.
"So, what about that watch I'm supposed to get?"
"Hm?" Roy questioned dumbly, not having quite heard her.
Edie traced Mustang's line of vision and frowned, tensing. She slammed an automail fist straight through the surface of his desk and leaned in close, roaring, "GET YOUR EYES THE FUCK OFF MY TITS AND GIVE ME MY WATCH."
This of course startled him into tearing his eyes away from her cleavage, and he reached into his top desk drawer.
"If you don't want people to look," Roy carefully aimed and tossed her watch at her, smirking. Edie, startled, froze, and the watch made it's planned trajectory directly down the front of her shirt. "put them away."
Edie, in a sort of mute horror, slowly dragged her gaze down to the space between her breasts where her watch had settled, turning an alarming shade of purple.
"Where, exactly," she hissed, clenching and unclenching her fists, "am I supposed to put them?"
Roy dove under his desk with a sort of terrified giggle.
Author: peppaminty
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Genderbending and some dirty thoughts fom the office crew.
Characters: femme!Ed, Havoc, Breda, Hawkeye, Fuery, Falman, Mustang
Summary: Edie makes her entrance at Central HQ. It is a dramatic one.
Notes: Yes, more of Edie. I'm having far too much fun fleshing out her universe.
The girl who strode into the office wore an air of confidence, as well as a large amount of black leather and a long red coat. She had blonde hair tied back in a braid and eyes that flashed the same color.
The fit of her clothes hinted at dangerous curves without revealing too much, though her top dipped just low enough to display a hint of cleavage. Havoc wished he could say he wasn't staring at her breasts, but the way her jacket clasped at her neck and then flared open drew one's eyes right to them and wouldn't let them leave.
"Is this Colonel Mustang's office?" she questioned, eyes sweeping the room.
"Yes," Hawkeye answered. "Just through there."
Havoc didn't manage to tear his eyes off of the girl's chest until she'd crossed the room enough that they were out of view. Luckily, her coat covered her rear, or he probably would have immediately fixated on that.
The girl kicked open the door to the Colonel's office in a way that was somehow almost graceful with one booted foot and strode in, slamming the door closed behind her.
"Was that the Elric kid?" Breda murmured.
"I think so," Hawkeye replied. "Edie, I think her name is."
"How old is she, again?" Havoc asked, eyes still on the closed door.
"Twelve," Falman stated.
"She, uh... matured early." Breda grinned, gesturing something that resembled an hourglass.
"Breda!" Fuery hissed, in a mixture of horror and reverence.
"What? Tell me that's not all any of you were looking at."
Fuery and Falman turned bright red, and even Hawkeye blushed lightly. Havoc just grinned, relieved it wasn't just him that had been caught in Edie's eye trap.
Havoc had a sudden thought and leaned forward on his elbows, glancing again at the closed door. "Do you think she'll be okay in there? I mean, I don't want to make the chief sound like some dirty old man, but you know how he is."
Hawkeye seemed almost offended that he would think such things of Mustang, but then looked like she was considering the possibility. They all glanced collectively at the door, and as if on cue, the sound of wood splintering came from within the office.
"GET YOUR EYES THE FUCK OFF MY TITS AND GIVE ME MY WATCH," Edie roared.
"I think she can handle herself," Hawkeye stated. "Now back to work."
-OMAKE-
Mustang looked up, startled, as his door was unceremoniously kicked open by none other than Edie Elric. She stepped in and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Hey, bastard, miss me?" she grinned, crossing her arms under her... chest area.
"I was almost beginning to. Lucky for me you showed up just in time; I would have had to begin pining away had you been gone any longer," Roy proclaimed loftily.
"Great, I didn't miss you or your stupid face either," Edie snorted.
"Wonderful. Now, as for your certification..." he scanned the paper at the top of one of the piles on his desk and noted the name. It suited her. He handed it to her and watched her golden eyes fly back and forth as she read.
When she reached the end of the page, she met his eyes and grinned. "Fullmetal, huh? I like it. It's nice and intimidating."
The newly instated Fullmetal Alchemist's eyes went back to the certificate, seemingly to simply stare in awe, and Roy held back from making some comment about her chest already being all the intimidation she needed. This, of course, reminded him of her chest, and then his eyes were drawn like a magnet to the patch of skin revealed by her jacket.
"So, what about that watch I'm supposed to get?"
"Hm?" Roy questioned dumbly, not having quite heard her.
Edie traced Mustang's line of vision and frowned, tensing. She slammed an automail fist straight through the surface of his desk and leaned in close, roaring, "GET YOUR EYES THE FUCK OFF MY TITS AND GIVE ME MY WATCH."
This of course startled him into tearing his eyes away from her cleavage, and he reached into his top desk drawer.
"If you don't want people to look," Roy carefully aimed and tossed her watch at her, smirking. Edie, startled, froze, and the watch made it's planned trajectory directly down the front of her shirt. "put them away."
Edie, in a sort of mute horror, slowly dragged her gaze down to the space between her breasts where her watch had settled, turning an alarming shade of purple.
"Where, exactly," she hissed, clenching and unclenching her fists, "am I supposed to put them?"
Roy dove under his desk with a sort of terrified giggle.