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quietcreativityTitle: Natural
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Elysia Hughes (mentions of Maes and Gracia)
Word Count: 1,071
Rating: K+ (Roy curses. Once.)
Spoilers: None!
Summary: “Okay, okay! Don’t kill me. We’d be in just as much trouble for traumatizing Elysia—probably more.”
Notes: Inspired by watching![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strandedthought feed her nephew cheetos. You'll get it when you read it :3 Also this is not Royai. Just a lot of banter. I was actually writing this and got halfway through, then said "no dislike" and wrote it again from scratch!
Disclaimer: Don't own! Just borrowing!
Roy glanced over at the slumbering Maes and Gracia and shook his head. “You know, Maes won’t even consider getting a babysitter for Elysia yet. I haven’t heard the end of how exhausted they’ve been but he won’t let someone else watch her.”
“Well then, sir, that means he trusts you to take good care of his daughter while they rest,” Riza whispered in reply.
“I have a feeling that if they trust anyone here that it’s you, Lieutenant,” Roy replied. “Though I really think it was the wine that we had with dinner.”
She eyed him suspiciously, “Ah. So your best friend can’t entrust you with the care of his child?”
“I wouldn’t entrust myself with the care of my own child, Hawkeye,” he quipped. “I don’t know the first thing about children. You…seem to be managing well enough for the both of us.”
The comment was teasing, seeing as Elysia was currently attempting to crawl up Riza’s shoulder, and despite her best efforts to redirect the child’s attention Riza was still being climbed upon. As if cementing Roy’s teasing remark, Elysia grabbed Riza’s shoulder length hair and tugged.
“Don’t encourage her, sir,” she snapped when she saw Roy attempting to suppress a laugh from the corner of her eye. “Can you hold her for a minute, please?”
“No can do, Hawkeye.”
She shot him a glare.
“I told you I wouldn’t trust my own child to myself.”
“Sir, if you don’t take her, she is going to get to my shoulder holster and Major Hughes may well kill us for that.”
Roy immediately grabbed Elysia under the arms and held her suspended over his lap, eyes wide with horror. “Are you out of your mind?! We’re on vacation, Lieutenant.”
Chuckling, Riza nodded. “I know, sir. Do you really think I’d let her climb up my arm if I really had a firearm in a shoulder holster?”
“Damnit, Hawkeye. That’s not funny.”
“Sir, you know I go nowhere unarmed. If you haven’t caught on to that yet, it’s because you haven’t been paying attention. I’m wearing a thigh holster. Elysia couldn’t get to it if she tried.” His exasperation was not helped by her quiet laughter. “But at least now I can get up for a minute.”
Roy stared, incredulous and wondering exactly where that gun was, as she stepped out of the room. Elysia giggled and clapped in his face. Roy cleared his throat, looking into two wide green eyes and sighed. “I never know what is going to come out of her mouth. You’d think I’d have caught on by now.”
The baby placed two chubby hands on his shoulder and pressed her forehead to Roy’s nose, smiling. She then turned to look where Riza had walked, and then back at him, her little face twisted in curiosity.
“You are as bad as your father, Elysia. Don’t take after him. Not like this. Please.”
Elysia just laughed.
“What are you telling her that’s got her so amused?” Riza asked, holding a tray with the four cups of coffee that Gracia had started preparing along with a plate of cookies.
“That she’s too much like her father. She seems to think its funny,” Roy sighed. “I think that this is just proof that Maes should have no more children.”
Elysia wiggled until he placed her feet gently on the floor, and then dropped onto her bottom and crawled quickly to Riza, stopping on front of her and reaching up. Roy smirked at the slightly perplexed expression on his subordinate’s face as she set down the tray and crouched down to scoop the child up.
“You are a natural, Hawkeye.”
There was a long pause before Riza sighed and shook her head, returning to her seat with Elysia in her arms. “If you care about your health sir, that would be a comment you will never make again.”
Chagrined, Roy nodded. “Very well Lieutenant. But Elysia does seem to like you.”
She glanced up at him, eyes slightly narrowed.
He held his hands up in surrender. “It’s a compliment! Elysia’s shy around strangers.”
“She probably likes these cookies, and that I probably smell a bit like the dough since I helped Gracia bake them.”
“Feeling rather domestic today?”
“Roy Mustang, if you don’t cut it out—“
He laughed. “There are not many ways to get you this flustered, Hawkeye. I’ll have to bring you to visit the Hughes’ more often—”
“Roy,” she said warningly.
“Okay, okay! Don’t kill me. We’d be in just as much trouble for traumatizing Elysia—probably more.”
Riza shook her head, choosing to ignore her superior’s failure in word choice and focused her attention on Elysia—who was now trying to stick her fingers in the coffee. “Elysia, no—that’s very hot. It will hurt.”
If Roy had any comment regarding how Riza had known Elysia was about to get her hands into the cup without even turning to look at the child, he wisely chose to say nothing. Instead, he reached over to the tray of cookies and grabbed one, taking a bite. “Gracia’s a very good cook. I hope you got the recipe from her.”
“So I can bake cookies for you? Enjoy your dream, sir,” Riza rolled her eyes, voice dripping in sarcasm as she grabbed a cookie herself. Elysia immediately reached for it, small fingers flexing as if to mimic grabbing it. “Do you think she’s allowed to have a cookie?”
Roy was unused to hesitance in her voice and shrugged. “I don’t see why not. She eats table food, so I imagine she’s allowed to have cookies too.”
Riza broke her cookie in half and handed the piece to the baby. “Here, Elysia,” she said gently. “Chew it first.”
Elysia grabbed the piece of cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, gnawing. Roy laughed to himself as Elysia’s smile turned to a grimace, sticking her tongue out. With a pout, she handed what remained of the piece of cookie to Riza who, without a second thought, popped the piece of cookie into her mouth.
She caught the horrified stare Roy was shooting at her and shrugged.
“How could you eat that? It has baby slobber all over it.”
“It’s just a cookie, sir.”
“With baby spit on it.”
Riza laughed and ruffled Elysia’s hair. “Well then, maybe there is some merit to your suggestion that I’m a ‘natural’, hm?”
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Elysia Hughes (mentions of Maes and Gracia)
Word Count: 1,071
Rating: K+ (Roy curses. Once.)
Spoilers: None!
Summary: “Okay, okay! Don’t kill me. We’d be in just as much trouble for traumatizing Elysia—probably more.”
Notes: Inspired by watching
strandedthought feed her nephew cheetos. You'll get it when you read it :3 Also this is not Royai. Just a lot of banter. I was actually writing this and got halfway through, then said "no dislike" and wrote it again from scratch!Disclaimer: Don't own! Just borrowing!
Roy glanced over at the slumbering Maes and Gracia and shook his head. “You know, Maes won’t even consider getting a babysitter for Elysia yet. I haven’t heard the end of how exhausted they’ve been but he won’t let someone else watch her.”
“Well then, sir, that means he trusts you to take good care of his daughter while they rest,” Riza whispered in reply.
“I have a feeling that if they trust anyone here that it’s you, Lieutenant,” Roy replied. “Though I really think it was the wine that we had with dinner.”
She eyed him suspiciously, “Ah. So your best friend can’t entrust you with the care of his child?”
“I wouldn’t entrust myself with the care of my own child, Hawkeye,” he quipped. “I don’t know the first thing about children. You…seem to be managing well enough for the both of us.”
The comment was teasing, seeing as Elysia was currently attempting to crawl up Riza’s shoulder, and despite her best efforts to redirect the child’s attention Riza was still being climbed upon. As if cementing Roy’s teasing remark, Elysia grabbed Riza’s shoulder length hair and tugged.
“Don’t encourage her, sir,” she snapped when she saw Roy attempting to suppress a laugh from the corner of her eye. “Can you hold her for a minute, please?”
“No can do, Hawkeye.”
She shot him a glare.
“I told you I wouldn’t trust my own child to myself.”
“Sir, if you don’t take her, she is going to get to my shoulder holster and Major Hughes may well kill us for that.”
Roy immediately grabbed Elysia under the arms and held her suspended over his lap, eyes wide with horror. “Are you out of your mind?! We’re on vacation, Lieutenant.”
Chuckling, Riza nodded. “I know, sir. Do you really think I’d let her climb up my arm if I really had a firearm in a shoulder holster?”
“Damnit, Hawkeye. That’s not funny.”
“Sir, you know I go nowhere unarmed. If you haven’t caught on to that yet, it’s because you haven’t been paying attention. I’m wearing a thigh holster. Elysia couldn’t get to it if she tried.” His exasperation was not helped by her quiet laughter. “But at least now I can get up for a minute.”
Roy stared, incredulous and wondering exactly where that gun was, as she stepped out of the room. Elysia giggled and clapped in his face. Roy cleared his throat, looking into two wide green eyes and sighed. “I never know what is going to come out of her mouth. You’d think I’d have caught on by now.”
The baby placed two chubby hands on his shoulder and pressed her forehead to Roy’s nose, smiling. She then turned to look where Riza had walked, and then back at him, her little face twisted in curiosity.
“You are as bad as your father, Elysia. Don’t take after him. Not like this. Please.”
Elysia just laughed.
“What are you telling her that’s got her so amused?” Riza asked, holding a tray with the four cups of coffee that Gracia had started preparing along with a plate of cookies.
“That she’s too much like her father. She seems to think its funny,” Roy sighed. “I think that this is just proof that Maes should have no more children.”
Elysia wiggled until he placed her feet gently on the floor, and then dropped onto her bottom and crawled quickly to Riza, stopping on front of her and reaching up. Roy smirked at the slightly perplexed expression on his subordinate’s face as she set down the tray and crouched down to scoop the child up.
“You are a natural, Hawkeye.”
There was a long pause before Riza sighed and shook her head, returning to her seat with Elysia in her arms. “If you care about your health sir, that would be a comment you will never make again.”
Chagrined, Roy nodded. “Very well Lieutenant. But Elysia does seem to like you.”
She glanced up at him, eyes slightly narrowed.
He held his hands up in surrender. “It’s a compliment! Elysia’s shy around strangers.”
“She probably likes these cookies, and that I probably smell a bit like the dough since I helped Gracia bake them.”
“Feeling rather domestic today?”
“Roy Mustang, if you don’t cut it out—“
He laughed. “There are not many ways to get you this flustered, Hawkeye. I’ll have to bring you to visit the Hughes’ more often—”
“Roy,” she said warningly.
“Okay, okay! Don’t kill me. We’d be in just as much trouble for traumatizing Elysia—probably more.”
Riza shook her head, choosing to ignore her superior’s failure in word choice and focused her attention on Elysia—who was now trying to stick her fingers in the coffee. “Elysia, no—that’s very hot. It will hurt.”
If Roy had any comment regarding how Riza had known Elysia was about to get her hands into the cup without even turning to look at the child, he wisely chose to say nothing. Instead, he reached over to the tray of cookies and grabbed one, taking a bite. “Gracia’s a very good cook. I hope you got the recipe from her.”
“So I can bake cookies for you? Enjoy your dream, sir,” Riza rolled her eyes, voice dripping in sarcasm as she grabbed a cookie herself. Elysia immediately reached for it, small fingers flexing as if to mimic grabbing it. “Do you think she’s allowed to have a cookie?”
Roy was unused to hesitance in her voice and shrugged. “I don’t see why not. She eats table food, so I imagine she’s allowed to have cookies too.”
Riza broke her cookie in half and handed the piece to the baby. “Here, Elysia,” she said gently. “Chew it first.”
Elysia grabbed the piece of cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, gnawing. Roy laughed to himself as Elysia’s smile turned to a grimace, sticking her tongue out. With a pout, she handed what remained of the piece of cookie to Riza who, without a second thought, popped the piece of cookie into her mouth.
She caught the horrified stare Roy was shooting at her and shrugged.
“How could you eat that? It has baby slobber all over it.”
“It’s just a cookie, sir.”
“With baby spit on it.”
Riza laughed and ruffled Elysia’s hair. “Well then, maybe there is some merit to your suggestion that I’m a ‘natural’, hm?”
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Date: 2011-08-21 09:52 am (UTC)I love that you changed it to just Roy teasing her! :3
Ans her using his compliment at the end there!