Fic: Dynamic on Leave (Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed and the Chimera)
Title: Dynamic on Leave
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Recipient: theleaningelm
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Greed's pack?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thoughts in the Devil's Nest.
Notes: Beta'd by forgottenlover, and she provided the title. I hope this fits what you wanted, and I apologize if it doesn't. Do hope you enjoy it.
They were soldiers.
Or had been, anyway, until their country betrayed them, used them and threw them away.
They were soldiers then, some of the best. Hell, to listen to them, they were the best of the best. Even after their unit had been thrown to the dogs, sacrificed in the name of starting a war, they had survived. Even as the rest of their unit had fallen, they had taken the changes done to them and grown stronger. They had not given up, they had not given in. They had gotten stronger and lived.
And now they were Greed’s.
His people, though their scents said dog, snake, human, and ox. They were his people, and he treated them as such, and so gained their loyalty. Nobody touched Greed’s people if he could help it. They were his, and he would protect what was his.
Nobody got to break his toys but him.
He enjoyed watching them, learning their quirks and habits. They were his, and he wanted all of them. Heart, soul, and body. He had one, and he was rapidly working on the other two.
So now he watched them. It was entertaining, actually. They were trained soldiers, military to the bone, but so different than the military he had remembered once upon a time. They were able to relax and have a good time, and seemed intent on doing so as the little group hung around the Devil’s Nest.
Flirting shamelessly with all of them, he grinned most at his serpent, as she managed to get around his defenses the most for a swat at times, while the others just did their best to ignore him. Not that it worked, after all, but it was still fun to watch them try to do it.
His people. All of them. And he would not share with anyone that wasn’t already his.
///
Dorochette wasn’t sure if he liked this place, really. That was odd, too, cause, like the rest of the squad, he had enjoyed the time to lounge around in a bar after a hard mission, enjoying the time to drink, tell bullshit stories, and, most of all, relax and remember that he had made it home. That all their people had made it home.
Except that this wasn’t like any other mission, and all their people hadn’t made it home safe.
Not to mention that he was nowhere close to being the same person he had been before. Senses jacked up, things too noisy, too smelly, too not his.
Must have been the dog instincts coming into play.
This place, it wasn’t his, wasn’t theirs. It was Greed’s, though, and that helped. They were in strange territory, just when they needed someplace familiar the most.
The drinks helped, and keeping Law and Martel around did the same. It soothed things he didn’t even need soothing, and that made him tense up all over again. Kimbly didn’t help, either. Dorochette had heard of that man, and his bad tendency to use allies as weapons in a much more literal way than some.
Now, though, now was for recovery and learning how to deal all over again. They were free of the military, though not each other, and Dorochette wasn’t sure on how he felt about it.
Well, they would find out soon enough.
///
She was the only woman left. Not that it really was a big deal, though even she could see a slight tendency for the men at the bar to assume things about her, to think that she was less able to do what she had too than the men.
Luckily, her squad mates knew that if they thought that and acted on it, she’d break them into little pieces.
It was good to know that they knew it, too.
Though it was odd to have even a tiny bit of something that resembled chivalry from the oddest of places. Greed, of all people, seemed to have a soft spot for her. He didn’t doubt her capabilities, or act like she was less able to do anything than the men, but it was odd how he seemed to almost…defer to her.
Right now, they were hanging around the Devil’s Nest, resting, recovering, and generally acting like a group of soldiers on leave.
So close and yet so far.
She knew Greed had bedded all of them. Not a surprise, given how he was, and it was something familiar to them, now. A way to comfort and to pass the time while in the lab, to piss off the doctors, who had seemed fairly disgusted touching one of their “specimens”, especially when that person had just got done fucking one of the others.
Of course, that just made them do it more.
But it had been nice to be able to feel skin and to know that the person you were with, the one who you were touching and who was touching you back, that they weren’t trying to hurt you.
That, really, was the reason she thought she could love all of them. Well, not Kimbly, but he wasn’t one of them. The others, though, they were, even Greed. They were there and they were going to stay there, and that was a solid group she could trust.
///
Sipping his drink, Kimbly watched them. In this, he was the outsider, though he had no real desire to join in anyway. It just gave him the perfect opportunity to sit and watch and plot. It wasn’t really that hard to figure out how to take the little group apart. Their interactions all floated around each other. Destroy one, the rest would tighten formations, but weaken none the less.
Kimbly wondered if he’d be able to blow that black shield of Greed’s off in such a way it would stay gone.
He’d be able to have a lot of fun with that.
Though, he would have to get around the little pack the homunculous had formed around himself. The interactions told him all he needed to know, that they were a group. Hurt one, hurt them all.
Smiling into his drink, Kimbly almost purred. Well, he always did like challenges.
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Recipient: theleaningelm
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Greed's pack?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thoughts in the Devil's Nest.
Notes: Beta'd by forgottenlover, and she provided the title. I hope this fits what you wanted, and I apologize if it doesn't. Do hope you enjoy it.
They were soldiers.
Or had been, anyway, until their country betrayed them, used them and threw them away.
They were soldiers then, some of the best. Hell, to listen to them, they were the best of the best. Even after their unit had been thrown to the dogs, sacrificed in the name of starting a war, they had survived. Even as the rest of their unit had fallen, they had taken the changes done to them and grown stronger. They had not given up, they had not given in. They had gotten stronger and lived.
And now they were Greed’s.
His people, though their scents said dog, snake, human, and ox. They were his people, and he treated them as such, and so gained their loyalty. Nobody touched Greed’s people if he could help it. They were his, and he would protect what was his.
Nobody got to break his toys but him.
He enjoyed watching them, learning their quirks and habits. They were his, and he wanted all of them. Heart, soul, and body. He had one, and he was rapidly working on the other two.
So now he watched them. It was entertaining, actually. They were trained soldiers, military to the bone, but so different than the military he had remembered once upon a time. They were able to relax and have a good time, and seemed intent on doing so as the little group hung around the Devil’s Nest.
Flirting shamelessly with all of them, he grinned most at his serpent, as she managed to get around his defenses the most for a swat at times, while the others just did their best to ignore him. Not that it worked, after all, but it was still fun to watch them try to do it.
His people. All of them. And he would not share with anyone that wasn’t already his.
///
Dorochette wasn’t sure if he liked this place, really. That was odd, too, cause, like the rest of the squad, he had enjoyed the time to lounge around in a bar after a hard mission, enjoying the time to drink, tell bullshit stories, and, most of all, relax and remember that he had made it home. That all their people had made it home.
Except that this wasn’t like any other mission, and all their people hadn’t made it home safe.
Not to mention that he was nowhere close to being the same person he had been before. Senses jacked up, things too noisy, too smelly, too not his.
Must have been the dog instincts coming into play.
This place, it wasn’t his, wasn’t theirs. It was Greed’s, though, and that helped. They were in strange territory, just when they needed someplace familiar the most.
The drinks helped, and keeping Law and Martel around did the same. It soothed things he didn’t even need soothing, and that made him tense up all over again. Kimbly didn’t help, either. Dorochette had heard of that man, and his bad tendency to use allies as weapons in a much more literal way than some.
Now, though, now was for recovery and learning how to deal all over again. They were free of the military, though not each other, and Dorochette wasn’t sure on how he felt about it.
Well, they would find out soon enough.
///
She was the only woman left. Not that it really was a big deal, though even she could see a slight tendency for the men at the bar to assume things about her, to think that she was less able to do what she had too than the men.
Luckily, her squad mates knew that if they thought that and acted on it, she’d break them into little pieces.
It was good to know that they knew it, too.
Though it was odd to have even a tiny bit of something that resembled chivalry from the oddest of places. Greed, of all people, seemed to have a soft spot for her. He didn’t doubt her capabilities, or act like she was less able to do anything than the men, but it was odd how he seemed to almost…defer to her.
Right now, they were hanging around the Devil’s Nest, resting, recovering, and generally acting like a group of soldiers on leave.
So close and yet so far.
She knew Greed had bedded all of them. Not a surprise, given how he was, and it was something familiar to them, now. A way to comfort and to pass the time while in the lab, to piss off the doctors, who had seemed fairly disgusted touching one of their “specimens”, especially when that person had just got done fucking one of the others.
Of course, that just made them do it more.
But it had been nice to be able to feel skin and to know that the person you were with, the one who you were touching and who was touching you back, that they weren’t trying to hurt you.
That, really, was the reason she thought she could love all of them. Well, not Kimbly, but he wasn’t one of them. The others, though, they were, even Greed. They were there and they were going to stay there, and that was a solid group she could trust.
///
Sipping his drink, Kimbly watched them. In this, he was the outsider, though he had no real desire to join in anyway. It just gave him the perfect opportunity to sit and watch and plot. It wasn’t really that hard to figure out how to take the little group apart. Their interactions all floated around each other. Destroy one, the rest would tighten formations, but weaken none the less.
Kimbly wondered if he’d be able to blow that black shield of Greed’s off in such a way it would stay gone.
He’d be able to have a lot of fun with that.
Though, he would have to get around the little pack the homunculous had formed around himself. The interactions told him all he needed to know, that they were a group. Hurt one, hurt them all.
Smiling into his drink, Kimbly almost purred. Well, he always did like challenges.