ficlet: "Bedtime Stories," Envy/Wrath
Whew. Did this for last week's fma500 challenge -- I'm not sure how it got quite this nasty. That's Envy for you, I suppose.
Bedtime Stories
NOT worksafe
Warnings for rape, shota, snuff, Envy.
Envy/Wrath
770 words
Envy doesn't believe in happy endings.
Bedtime Stories
"And they all lived happily ever after." Envy tosses the book over this shoulder with a snort. "Boring. And not true."
"Not true?" Wrath asks. "But -- but he had -- Jack had a family now."
Envy rolls his eyes. "You think that protects anyone?" He changes shape, taller and broader, bearded, deep-voiced. "The woodsman left eventually. That's what fathers do. They leave." He changes again -- breasts and dark hair and vacant, wide eyes. "With him gone, the bitch went crazy." He smiles, tugs at the hem of his dress, twists it in his hands. "She missed her husband so much, how could she care about the stupid child he left behind?"
"No," Wrath says, baring his sharp little teeth in panic. "Stop it, Envy." His hands are clenched white-knuckled in the blankets.
"And because she was crazy," Envy goes on. "she wasn't careful. She went into the woods alone, after dark. And that's where the monster found her." He shifts again, and the shape for monster is one he knows all too well, hulking and black with huge claws and exposed fangs. "The monster raped her, and tore her apart with his claws, and devoured her, and Jack never had anyone to take care of him ever again."
"You're horrible," Wrath whispers, sinking into the mattress. "You're horrible, and that's why nobody likes you."
"I don't want anyone to like me!" Envy slams one armored fist into the wall beside the bed. Plaster cracks and shivers, and the precariously balanced contents of the mantel tremble and fall -- the useless shiny things the brat collected from the underground city, dead men's mementos piled up with no rhyme or reason. A silver goblet clatters against the floor; an hourglass shatters, spilling sand like wasted lives across the slate.
"I don't want anyone to like me," Envy repeats, more softly. He looks down at the bed, where Wrath is all but invisible, all but sunken completely. "Come back here, or I will hurt you so much you'll wish you'd never crawled through that Gate." He curls his claws in the edges of the mattress, prepared to make good on his threat.
"Your story was stupid," Wrath spits, doing what he's told anyway.
Envy cocks his head. "You want to see how she felt?" he asks, closing one hand around Wrath's thin shoulder. "You want to know what it was like?" He laughs. "you don't even know what it means, do you? You don't know what rape is."
Wrath glares, trying hard not to flinch as Envy's claws prick his skin. "It was in your story, so it's a bad thing."
"But you don't know which one." It's tempting to do it like this -- Wrath is tiny, so he'd get hurt, might even scream -- but using Greed's shape to fuck anyone is too much like giving Greed something, and even now that it wouldn't matter, Envy hates the idea. "Let's fix that." He takes his own shape back as he pins Wrath down, as he forces the brat's legs apart, as he grabs one of Wrath's arms so the little mongrel can't use his stolen alchemy.
"I hate you," Wrath hisses, squirming under him, fighting as Envy tears at the fabric of his shorts. "I hate you so much."
"You're a useless fucking child," Envy tells him, holding him down, forcing his way in. "You're defective, and nobody wants you."
Wrath makes an angry pain sound at the fist hard snap of Envy's hips, thrashing, growling like a cornered animal. He bites, stretching up so he can reach, and his teeth aren't as sharp as Greed's were but they're bad enough, tearing skin and making Envy's blood spill bright across the sheets. Envy snarls in pain, grabs the brat's head in both hands, and twists hard. Wrath's neck snaps with a brittle cracking sound and Envy thrusts harder:
"Nobody -- wants you --" and the body is already healing under him, starting to tremble, and he's too angry to last long -- "and nobody ever gets happily ever after, nobody, nobody," and then he's coming and he's hurting as Wrath pulls wood from the bedframe to shove through his chest and the last thing he sees before everything goes black is the hate in Wrath's eyes.
When he revives, Wrath is perched on a high shelf on the other side of the room. "Go away, Envy," he says. "Go away, or I'll hurt you back."
Envy narrows his eyes. Nobody threatens him. But he doesn't feel like dying again, not right now, and there'll be time enough to make the brat pay later. "Sweet dreams, monster," he says as he leaves.
Bedtime Stories
NOT worksafe
Warnings for rape, shota, snuff, Envy.
Envy/Wrath
770 words
Envy doesn't believe in happy endings.
Bedtime Stories
"And they all lived happily ever after." Envy tosses the book over this shoulder with a snort. "Boring. And not true."
"Not true?" Wrath asks. "But -- but he had -- Jack had a family now."
Envy rolls his eyes. "You think that protects anyone?" He changes shape, taller and broader, bearded, deep-voiced. "The woodsman left eventually. That's what fathers do. They leave." He changes again -- breasts and dark hair and vacant, wide eyes. "With him gone, the bitch went crazy." He smiles, tugs at the hem of his dress, twists it in his hands. "She missed her husband so much, how could she care about the stupid child he left behind?"
"No," Wrath says, baring his sharp little teeth in panic. "Stop it, Envy." His hands are clenched white-knuckled in the blankets.
"And because she was crazy," Envy goes on. "she wasn't careful. She went into the woods alone, after dark. And that's where the monster found her." He shifts again, and the shape for monster is one he knows all too well, hulking and black with huge claws and exposed fangs. "The monster raped her, and tore her apart with his claws, and devoured her, and Jack never had anyone to take care of him ever again."
"You're horrible," Wrath whispers, sinking into the mattress. "You're horrible, and that's why nobody likes you."
"I don't want anyone to like me!" Envy slams one armored fist into the wall beside the bed. Plaster cracks and shivers, and the precariously balanced contents of the mantel tremble and fall -- the useless shiny things the brat collected from the underground city, dead men's mementos piled up with no rhyme or reason. A silver goblet clatters against the floor; an hourglass shatters, spilling sand like wasted lives across the slate.
"I don't want anyone to like me," Envy repeats, more softly. He looks down at the bed, where Wrath is all but invisible, all but sunken completely. "Come back here, or I will hurt you so much you'll wish you'd never crawled through that Gate." He curls his claws in the edges of the mattress, prepared to make good on his threat.
"Your story was stupid," Wrath spits, doing what he's told anyway.
Envy cocks his head. "You want to see how she felt?" he asks, closing one hand around Wrath's thin shoulder. "You want to know what it was like?" He laughs. "you don't even know what it means, do you? You don't know what rape is."
Wrath glares, trying hard not to flinch as Envy's claws prick his skin. "It was in your story, so it's a bad thing."
"But you don't know which one." It's tempting to do it like this -- Wrath is tiny, so he'd get hurt, might even scream -- but using Greed's shape to fuck anyone is too much like giving Greed something, and even now that it wouldn't matter, Envy hates the idea. "Let's fix that." He takes his own shape back as he pins Wrath down, as he forces the brat's legs apart, as he grabs one of Wrath's arms so the little mongrel can't use his stolen alchemy.
"I hate you," Wrath hisses, squirming under him, fighting as Envy tears at the fabric of his shorts. "I hate you so much."
"You're a useless fucking child," Envy tells him, holding him down, forcing his way in. "You're defective, and nobody wants you."
Wrath makes an angry pain sound at the fist hard snap of Envy's hips, thrashing, growling like a cornered animal. He bites, stretching up so he can reach, and his teeth aren't as sharp as Greed's were but they're bad enough, tearing skin and making Envy's blood spill bright across the sheets. Envy snarls in pain, grabs the brat's head in both hands, and twists hard. Wrath's neck snaps with a brittle cracking sound and Envy thrusts harder:
"Nobody -- wants you --" and the body is already healing under him, starting to tremble, and he's too angry to last long -- "and nobody ever gets happily ever after, nobody, nobody," and then he's coming and he's hurting as Wrath pulls wood from the bedframe to shove through his chest and the last thing he sees before everything goes black is the hate in Wrath's eyes.
When he revives, Wrath is perched on a high shelf on the other side of the room. "Go away, Envy," he says. "Go away, or I'll hurt you back."
Envy narrows his eyes. Nobody threatens him. But he doesn't feel like dying again, not right now, and there'll be time enough to make the brat pay later. "Sweet dreams, monster," he says as he leaves.