Fullmetal Alchemist. Hughes/Roy. PG-13. 100 words.



“You’ve been doing that for hours,” Hughes said. He flopped onto Roy’s bed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “And you’re not going to be done anytime soon, are you?”

Roy’s pencil paused in its path, the half-drawn array an elaborate sprawl of curves and angles. “If you keep distracting me, I really won’t be.”

“You promised me sex.”

“Anything good is worth waiting for.”

“I’m going to die if I don’t come soon.”

“Go try that on a girl.”


“Fine, but if I fail my assessment, it’s your fault.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”



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