Memories Past (New Beginnings- Chapter 8)
I'm sorry about the fic dump. I stopped writing, and am getting caught up.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Title: Memories Past (New Beginnings- Chapter 8)
Genres: Angst, Romance
Warnings: None, really. A Roy/Maes academy fic!
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Summary: Thoughts of the present can lead to thoughts of the past
Author's note: #1 and #2 aren't a part of the arc.
Author's note #2: Since the 55 Themes group is kaput, I don't know if I'll continue this series. Once I get caught up I'll take a look and decide.
Read all the stories HERE!!
“What are you writing?”
Maes didn’t respond to the question. Instead he leaned down close to his paper and wrapped an arm around it, like a grade schooler would protect a classmate from seeing a love note that was being written.
“Nothin’. Stop looking.”
“But Maes,” Roy whined, “Why would you want to hide what you are doing from me?” He was silent for a moment, then he went slightly pale and a look of horror came over his face. “You… aren’t seeing someone else, are you? Is it a girl?”
For a brief moment, he left the paper unprotected to lean back and give his lover a kiss on the lips. “No, you overprotective dolt. I promise you that I’m not seeing anyone else. Now if you give me a couple of minutes I will finish up, and maybe, just maybe, if you are good, perhaps you can see later.” The taller man went back to protecting whatever was written down in front of him.
Roy pouted slightly, but he did acquiesce. With a sigh, he stopped hovering behind Maes and went back to the other side of table, picked up and alchemy text, and started to read quietly. As soon as Roy was settled, Maes went back to scribbling something down, his face scrunched up in concentration.
Long after the alchemy text had ceased to hold any sort of interest to him, the alchemist kept making excuses to himself about why he needed to stay at the table and be close to his roommate. He stayed quiet and attempted to read a little bit more for a while, but it became painfully apparent that it wasn’t going to be able to concentrate, so he whittled his time away daydreaming until it was time to head to his next class.
“I’ll be back, Maes,” Roy said, almost sadly, as he stood up, picked up his book bag, and headed towards the door. The taller man gave a nod and grunt, still deeply involved in whatever he was writing. Roy let out a low, slow breath and left, closing the door behind him.
“Finally!” Maes grumbled, sitting up from his leaning position. His back crackled in protest and his muscles ached from holding that position for so long. The long, lean man sat back and stretched, enjoying the feeling of movement, trying to bring circulation back to his tingling fingers. “I forgot how much hunching down hurt.” He mused with a smile.
“Now… let’s see…” He stroked his chin thoughtfully, amused for a brief moment at the tiny amount of scruff that had finally started to grow on the very tip of his almost pointed chin. He was going to be 19 soon, and it had taken him this long to finally start growing something that could almost be construed as a beard. He had already gone through the majority of his growth spurt about a year and a half before, and he was already right at 6 feet tall- about a half a head taller than most of his classmates.
He had always wanted a beard, because he figured that it would bring the ladies to him in droves. Though it seemed a bit ironic now. He was finally getting a beard in, or at least the beginnings of one, and he already had someone that he cared about- a lot.
And it wasn’t a girl.
The more he thought about it, the more confused and unsure he became. Memories came flooding back of the men that he had been with before. The first time had been so strange for both of them. It had just kind of happened, and neither of them really knew what to do with it. Then he had been sent away to a military academy in the East.
At first Maes was mad that the military would take him away. But ironically, it also sparked a strange interest that had eventually led him to the military academy himself.
But not before he had met John.
John was not like anyone that he had ever known, Unlike Roger, who had been just as unsure and unaware as him, John had been in relationships before with both men and women, and he knew what people wanted, and what people needed. For a while, it was great. Maes had been very reluctant at first, but as they grew to know each other more, and care for one another, he still remembered it as some of the happiest times of his life.
And then it happened. He had caught John with someone else, and the only reason that he had is because they had been discovered making out under a tree and beaten to within couple of inches of their lives. Most people didn’t take too kindly to a couple of men who were showing affection for one another.
That could have been him, Maes knew. He and John had been pretty discreet in their meetings and such, and to this day he never understood what caused John to do something so brazen and stupid, though he figured that alcohol probably had something to do with it. That had turned Maes off of both alcohol and men.
Until he met Roy Mustang.
He grunted in frustration and looked down at the paper, scribbled a couple of notes to the side, then cursed under his breath, crumpled the paper up, and tossed it towards the wastebasket. It fell short by a couple of inches, but he didn’t feel like getting up- so he told himself he would get it later.
“Damnit,” he muttered. “I hate this. I have all these thoughts in my head, all these things that I want to get out, but I just can’t get them onto paper.” He turned to a clean page in the notebook that was sitting next to him and tore out another page, and wrote “Fate” at the top of it in large, capitalized letters.
“It was fate that brought you to me…” Maes spoke out loud as he wrote the same words on the paper. “I have to believe that. Fate made me challenge all that I thought I knew, and all that I thought I understood. Fate me think that I could love again, after being hurt and scared and alone for what seemed like an eternity. Fate brought me to you.”
Maes sighed and looked down at the paper, scowling at it- as if that would change what he had written. He grabbed the corner of the sheet and started to crumple it before pausing. From out of nowhere, an evil smile started to creep across his face, and he furiously started to write anew.
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Later that evening, as they lay together in Roy’s small bunk- clothes spread across the floor where they had been carelessly tossed earlier, Maes looked over at his softly snoring lover and smiled. His eyes moved over to the dresser, where he poem that he had been writing all day still sat, his attention drawn back to the alchemist when he made a little grunting noise in his sleep and curled on his side unconsciously spooning closer to his bespectacled roommate.
“Fate brought you to me,” He said softly, running his fingers through the alchemist’s raven colored hair. “I have to believe that. I don’t know why yet, or what is going to happen, but I don’t intend to let you go anytime soon. You’re stuck with me, Roy Mustang,”
He stirred a little, seemingly almost roused to wake at hearing his name, but Maes gently held him until he settled back down, and soon joined him in a deep, restful slumber.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Title: Memories Past (New Beginnings- Chapter 8)
Genres: Angst, Romance
Warnings: None, really. A Roy/Maes academy fic!
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Summary: Thoughts of the present can lead to thoughts of the past
Author's note: #1 and #2 aren't a part of the arc.
Author's note #2: Since the 55 Themes group is kaput, I don't know if I'll continue this series. Once I get caught up I'll take a look and decide.
Read all the stories HERE!!
“What are you writing?”
Maes didn’t respond to the question. Instead he leaned down close to his paper and wrapped an arm around it, like a grade schooler would protect a classmate from seeing a love note that was being written.
“Nothin’. Stop looking.”
“But Maes,” Roy whined, “Why would you want to hide what you are doing from me?” He was silent for a moment, then he went slightly pale and a look of horror came over his face. “You… aren’t seeing someone else, are you? Is it a girl?”
For a brief moment, he left the paper unprotected to lean back and give his lover a kiss on the lips. “No, you overprotective dolt. I promise you that I’m not seeing anyone else. Now if you give me a couple of minutes I will finish up, and maybe, just maybe, if you are good, perhaps you can see later.” The taller man went back to protecting whatever was written down in front of him.
Roy pouted slightly, but he did acquiesce. With a sigh, he stopped hovering behind Maes and went back to the other side of table, picked up and alchemy text, and started to read quietly. As soon as Roy was settled, Maes went back to scribbling something down, his face scrunched up in concentration.
Long after the alchemy text had ceased to hold any sort of interest to him, the alchemist kept making excuses to himself about why he needed to stay at the table and be close to his roommate. He stayed quiet and attempted to read a little bit more for a while, but it became painfully apparent that it wasn’t going to be able to concentrate, so he whittled his time away daydreaming until it was time to head to his next class.
“I’ll be back, Maes,” Roy said, almost sadly, as he stood up, picked up his book bag, and headed towards the door. The taller man gave a nod and grunt, still deeply involved in whatever he was writing. Roy let out a low, slow breath and left, closing the door behind him.
“Finally!” Maes grumbled, sitting up from his leaning position. His back crackled in protest and his muscles ached from holding that position for so long. The long, lean man sat back and stretched, enjoying the feeling of movement, trying to bring circulation back to his tingling fingers. “I forgot how much hunching down hurt.” He mused with a smile.
“Now… let’s see…” He stroked his chin thoughtfully, amused for a brief moment at the tiny amount of scruff that had finally started to grow on the very tip of his almost pointed chin. He was going to be 19 soon, and it had taken him this long to finally start growing something that could almost be construed as a beard. He had already gone through the majority of his growth spurt about a year and a half before, and he was already right at 6 feet tall- about a half a head taller than most of his classmates.
He had always wanted a beard, because he figured that it would bring the ladies to him in droves. Though it seemed a bit ironic now. He was finally getting a beard in, or at least the beginnings of one, and he already had someone that he cared about- a lot.
And it wasn’t a girl.
The more he thought about it, the more confused and unsure he became. Memories came flooding back of the men that he had been with before. The first time had been so strange for both of them. It had just kind of happened, and neither of them really knew what to do with it. Then he had been sent away to a military academy in the East.
At first Maes was mad that the military would take him away. But ironically, it also sparked a strange interest that had eventually led him to the military academy himself.
But not before he had met John.
John was not like anyone that he had ever known, Unlike Roger, who had been just as unsure and unaware as him, John had been in relationships before with both men and women, and he knew what people wanted, and what people needed. For a while, it was great. Maes had been very reluctant at first, but as they grew to know each other more, and care for one another, he still remembered it as some of the happiest times of his life.
And then it happened. He had caught John with someone else, and the only reason that he had is because they had been discovered making out under a tree and beaten to within couple of inches of their lives. Most people didn’t take too kindly to a couple of men who were showing affection for one another.
That could have been him, Maes knew. He and John had been pretty discreet in their meetings and such, and to this day he never understood what caused John to do something so brazen and stupid, though he figured that alcohol probably had something to do with it. That had turned Maes off of both alcohol and men.
Until he met Roy Mustang.
He grunted in frustration and looked down at the paper, scribbled a couple of notes to the side, then cursed under his breath, crumpled the paper up, and tossed it towards the wastebasket. It fell short by a couple of inches, but he didn’t feel like getting up- so he told himself he would get it later.
“Damnit,” he muttered. “I hate this. I have all these thoughts in my head, all these things that I want to get out, but I just can’t get them onto paper.” He turned to a clean page in the notebook that was sitting next to him and tore out another page, and wrote “Fate” at the top of it in large, capitalized letters.
“It was fate that brought you to me…” Maes spoke out loud as he wrote the same words on the paper. “I have to believe that. Fate made me challenge all that I thought I knew, and all that I thought I understood. Fate me think that I could love again, after being hurt and scared and alone for what seemed like an eternity. Fate brought me to you.”
Maes sighed and looked down at the paper, scowling at it- as if that would change what he had written. He grabbed the corner of the sheet and started to crumple it before pausing. From out of nowhere, an evil smile started to creep across his face, and he furiously started to write anew.
_____________________________________________________________
Later that evening, as they lay together in Roy’s small bunk- clothes spread across the floor where they had been carelessly tossed earlier, Maes looked over at his softly snoring lover and smiled. His eyes moved over to the dresser, where he poem that he had been writing all day still sat, his attention drawn back to the alchemist when he made a little grunting noise in his sleep and curled on his side unconsciously spooning closer to his bespectacled roommate.
“Fate brought you to me,” He said softly, running his fingers through the alchemist’s raven colored hair. “I have to believe that. I don’t know why yet, or what is going to happen, but I don’t intend to let you go anytime soon. You’re stuck with me, Roy Mustang,”
He stirred a little, seemingly almost roused to wake at hearing his name, but Maes gently held him until he settled back down, and soon joined him in a deep, restful slumber.