Feb 5, 2018
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Killin it
So for royai week, are you ever going to do something with Riza's reaction to Roy in jorts? Because I just saw that post and I'm dying and I'm sure Riza would be too
impromptu drabble for royai week ‘17 Day 3: Catalystjorts au
Roy Mustang is his name; jorts was his game.
Her hands curl around a tepid mug before she brings it to her lips. The bitter black coffee is a comfort to her senses. Unseeing, her eyes stare off into the distance; her mind, processing. She’s unnerved as she sits in a lone booth a block away from the Colonel’s flat. The world she thought she knew was suddenly cracked open, flipped topsy turvey and then scrambled.
Unwillingly, her mind replays on its own.
The Lieutenant arrives at the Colonel’s front door, rapping against the wood with her free hand as the other holds some paperwork he wanted delivered. A moment passes and she doesn’t hear any movement behind the door. Her hand deftly reaches for the spare key atop the threshold with a hop.
She enters and it’s quiet. Hawkeye deduces he must be out, as she lays the paper work on his kitchen countertop.
Hawkeye suddenly hears movement coming from the hall and she freezes instantly. She strains to listen and she manages to pick up on low vocal sounds. She knew if the Colonel was home, he’d have heard her already.
Her hand flicks open her holster at her hip, ghosting over the grip. She approached with trained precaution, checking her corners as she stepped into the hallway.
A splash to her left and she kicks open the door.
They both shriek at the same time.
She puts a hand over her chest as the adrenaline dissipates and sees the Colonel sitting in a tub. The realization hits her with warmed cheeks. “Oh, I’m so-“
“Don’t worry, I was just getting out.” He says and he begins to stand.
Her immediate, unprofessional reaction is to wave her hands in protest and start to cover her eyes. But she doesn’t.
“What are you wearing?”
Mustang looks down as he’s dripping from that had clung from his ascent. “What these?” He tugs at the hem. “Jorts.”
She blinks. “Jorts…sir?” As his adjutant, she knows better than to look directly at the pelvic area of her superior officer, but her brows furrow in confusion. She watches at the thick denim clings to his skin. It looks uncomfortable.
He pats himself off nonchalantly with the nearby towel. “…Don’t you take baths with your bathing jorts on?”
She scoffs, unable to wrap her head around the words she just heard. “No..?”
“Then what do you bathe with?”
“I get naked, sir.”
“Naked?! That’s just bizarre. I can’t bathe in the nude.”
“Yes, sir, but I-“
“Can you hand me those?” He points and it takes her a moment to snap to attention.
She looks around, confused. “…what, sir?”
“The shoes, Lieutenant.” He points again to a brown leather boots with a ridiculous beige stitching.
“What do you need these for?” She asks him.
“So I can get out of the tub?” Riza hands the pair of western boots to him and he slips his wet feet into them. For reasons she can’t explain, it bothers her, imagining his wet feet mingling with the leather makes her skin crawl.
“I need to go.” The Lieutenant mutters.
She takes another sip of the coffee, now room temperature and realizes her complete mistake. She kicks herself mentally as she leaves behind the cenz for the coffee and a little extra for the waitress. She hurries back into his apartment, knocking at his door with urgency.
He opens the door. And she eyes him from head to toe. Jorts and all. To hell with the military. She launches at him unable to contain the sexual excitement.
Because papi was papi no matter what he wore.
@rhea245
Kage snickers, with a mischievous look on her face. “Oh, I touch the butt. All the butt. Every butt. And none shall be the wiser!”
Also Henry!Merlin is a full on Lord with lands and his own retinue! And servant!!! With his own estate! With his own farms and stuff!
Yes!!!!!!!
I think Anna!Morgana would be fascinated. She has never seen a highborne Merlin before!
Just another demon to add to her collection.
Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ❀ ╱╲╳( ❝ Huheueheuhuhuehuehuehueuhuee! ❞ )
@medicinenew
Lover's clothing [ Can be either his ancient wear or modern wear ;P ]
Lemme dress Vesna like your muse(selective)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ❀ ╱╲╳ ( ❝ I ) am actually digging it,I am sorry my majesty but you might need to duel me to get your clothes back! ❞
@ore-no-taan