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daily writing (Fluffy Marshallow Arc)
I wrote this in my sleep. Dreamed I was writing it, anyway. Freaky weird dream about my father being involved in some kind of theme park contest over a rollercoaster. We were hiding out from the other contestant in some hidden warehouse, and there was some kind of party, and I was walking around with my arms folded over my tits because I had no shirt. Which was not much covering most of the tits, but it covered the nipples, so I was halfway decent. My Dad was not real happy about letting go around on my own, but eventually I went off into a room where some guys were reading--I think two of them were kinda bishie guys, pretty with long hair, one with white hair, and one with some shade of red or orange or pink. I sat beside them (beside the white-haired one) on a couch. There was one other guy who I don't really remember at all. And I got to work writing on my FMA OT3 first time story.
And then the red-hued-haired guy came over between me and the white-haired guy, and I was vaguely listening to them get situated, and didn't really realize what they were getting situated *for*, despite the fact that I'd noticed the white-haired guy was on his back with his legs up, and then...
Well, then, the couch started rocking.
The other guy in the room was ignoring them as much as I was, so I just kept on writing.
There was also a bit where I was sneaking around the base of the other roller coaster contestant, which was a houseboat or possibly a floating island (it also had a garden around it), and I was down in the water at the corner of the thing, looking down the wall, and at the other corner, River stuck her head out of this hedge to look at me. River Tam. River of Firefly.
You know, sometimes I don't understand my brain.
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But here is the actual fic. 587 words. My ot3 crack beta asked me how, in the course of Alchemy and Other Lies, archived on AO3, Roy and Maes got from Not Together to Threesome of Doom. This is the answer to that.
Maes was trying to soothe Roy, and kept ignoring his hands, clutching desperate fistfuls of cloth, and so Roy tried to kiss him to make him understand. Roy knew it for a mistake as soon as his lips touched Maes's and Maes went still from surprise. Roy jerked back as fast as he could, babbling.
"I'm sorry," he said, which was conditionally true--not sorry at all if it had worked, but very sorry if it had fucked up their relationship, whatever it was supposed to be now. "I didn't mean--" he said, which was an utter lie, and that was why he cut himself off in the middle of it. Maes was still standing there, slack-jawed. "I know--Gracie--and everything--" which was hardly coherent enough to have a value of verity. He waved his hand helplessly. He was halfway to the door. He didn't know what he'd do when he got out of it; someone (he suspected Havoc) had sold him out to Maes while he'd been beating up on himself (yes, fine, he had bad days; didn't everyone? especially the veterans), and Maes had come to drag him home, all of which added up to the fact that Roy had no car in the driveway, no means of escape.
Then along came Gracie, who Roy had almost forgotten was there until she came up in front of him. "I'm sorry," he repeated, knowing it wasn't worth anything. "I don't want to take him away from you," which he didn't, knowing how much Maes loved her. She raised her hand to slap him, he thought, and if he'd been more of a man, he'd have stood there and took it, because he deserved it, but he was a coward, and he stepped back again. There were six more hitching backwards steps to the door, he calculated, wondering if it would be worth it to turn tail and run, which made it barely two strides.
Gracie tried to follow him, and he backed away again, and she said, "Maes, will you make him hold still," and somehow she'd gotten him turned around, or maybe Maes was just fast (the bastard was Intelligence; he had to have picked up something useful) but before Roy could escape, Maes was behind him, holding him by his arms, fingers digging into his elbows when Roy tried to pull away. Roy closed his eyes and conceded, and Maes's grip loosened to just short of painful. Gracie took a step forward and Roy's eyes came open again. She stepped close enough to hold hands with Roy, her right hand, his left, down at their side, and she brought her left hand up, and he tensed, and then she laid it over Maes's hand around Roy's arm. And then she kissed Roy, and it was Roy's turn to be stunned and slack-jawed.
"You're staying," said Gracie. "With both of us."
Roy felt Maes drop his head against the nape of Roy's neck, and that weight just rested there, smooth with the split edge of his spectacles at the bottom, and Maes laughed against his jacket, and Roy felt something like a shiver, but warm, slide down his spine.
"I love you," said Maes, and Roy didn't know who he was saying it to.
Roy was tactician enough to recognize when he'd been outmaneuvered. There was nothing to do but surrender.
And then the red-hued-haired guy came over between me and the white-haired guy, and I was vaguely listening to them get situated, and didn't really realize what they were getting situated *for*, despite the fact that I'd noticed the white-haired guy was on his back with his legs up, and then...
Well, then, the couch started rocking.
The other guy in the room was ignoring them as much as I was, so I just kept on writing.
There was also a bit where I was sneaking around the base of the other roller coaster contestant, which was a houseboat or possibly a floating island (it also had a garden around it), and I was down in the water at the corner of the thing, looking down the wall, and at the other corner, River stuck her head out of this hedge to look at me. River Tam. River of Firefly.
You know, sometimes I don't understand my brain.
---
But here is the actual fic. 587 words. My ot3 crack beta asked me how, in the course of Alchemy and Other Lies, archived on AO3, Roy and Maes got from Not Together to Threesome of Doom. This is the answer to that.
Maes was trying to soothe Roy, and kept ignoring his hands, clutching desperate fistfuls of cloth, and so Roy tried to kiss him to make him understand. Roy knew it for a mistake as soon as his lips touched Maes's and Maes went still from surprise. Roy jerked back as fast as he could, babbling.
"I'm sorry," he said, which was conditionally true--not sorry at all if it had worked, but very sorry if it had fucked up their relationship, whatever it was supposed to be now. "I didn't mean--" he said, which was an utter lie, and that was why he cut himself off in the middle of it. Maes was still standing there, slack-jawed. "I know--Gracie--and everything--" which was hardly coherent enough to have a value of verity. He waved his hand helplessly. He was halfway to the door. He didn't know what he'd do when he got out of it; someone (he suspected Havoc) had sold him out to Maes while he'd been beating up on himself (yes, fine, he had bad days; didn't everyone? especially the veterans), and Maes had come to drag him home, all of which added up to the fact that Roy had no car in the driveway, no means of escape.
Then along came Gracie, who Roy had almost forgotten was there until she came up in front of him. "I'm sorry," he repeated, knowing it wasn't worth anything. "I don't want to take him away from you," which he didn't, knowing how much Maes loved her. She raised her hand to slap him, he thought, and if he'd been more of a man, he'd have stood there and took it, because he deserved it, but he was a coward, and he stepped back again. There were six more hitching backwards steps to the door, he calculated, wondering if it would be worth it to turn tail and run, which made it barely two strides.
Gracie tried to follow him, and he backed away again, and she said, "Maes, will you make him hold still," and somehow she'd gotten him turned around, or maybe Maes was just fast (the bastard was Intelligence; he had to have picked up something useful) but before Roy could escape, Maes was behind him, holding him by his arms, fingers digging into his elbows when Roy tried to pull away. Roy closed his eyes and conceded, and Maes's grip loosened to just short of painful. Gracie took a step forward and Roy's eyes came open again. She stepped close enough to hold hands with Roy, her right hand, his left, down at their side, and she brought her left hand up, and he tensed, and then she laid it over Maes's hand around Roy's arm. And then she kissed Roy, and it was Roy's turn to be stunned and slack-jawed.
"You're staying," said Gracie. "With both of us."
Roy felt Maes drop his head against the nape of Roy's neck, and that weight just rested there, smooth with the split edge of his spectacles at the bottom, and Maes laughed against his jacket, and Roy felt something like a shiver, but warm, slide down his spine.
"I love you," said Maes, and Roy didn't know who he was saying it to.
Roy was tactician enough to recognize when he'd been outmaneuvered. There was nothing to do but surrender.
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i did want to see this, very much.
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