FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 9
Title: Be Thou Familiar
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 9. More cocaine to kill the pain
Characters: Greed!Ling, Ed (heavily implied Ed/Winry)
Rating: T (for use of opium)
Summary: People are depending on him. Greed reminds Ed.
Notes: Second of three updates for
52_flavours. This fic is a direct follow up to Prompt 40. It was written because when I first decided to do this challenge
juxtaposie challenged me to actually fit drug use into this prompt, and for whatever bizarre reason, I felt a need to write Greed!Ling again. Warnings for AUishness along with guesses as to what’s going to happen in the manga based upon recent hints in the last couple chapters.
9. More cocaine to kill the pain
The mines under the Briggs Mountain range were dark and damp and freezing, but these were the least of Ed’s worries as he bolted down them, trying to keep his footing on ice slicks and panting heavily in the cold air.
Things had been happening fast since Major General Armstrong had finally returned to her base, and now Ed found himself on the run, wondering where Al was, wondering what the homunculi had done with Winry, wondering if it was too late and the bloody crest had already been sculpted above him, wondering so many things and having no solution to any of them.
It was due to his concentration that he missed the low light, flickering in the corridor, until he turned a corner and abruptly skidded to a stop.
“Fullmetal Alchemist!” a bright voice called down the corridor. “Come join me!”
Ed automatically fell into a fighting stance. The homunculus Greed was leaning casually against the wall, wrapped in furs. A small lantern was sitting at his feet, and a long pipe was balanced jauntily between his fingers. The air in the whole area was smoky and smelled funny.
After a moment, when Ed didn’t move, Greed looked up from what he was doing and huffed. “I said join me,” he said impatiently. “We can fight in a minute, if you want, or you could go back the way you came.”
Ed stayed frozen in position, panting shallowly, and finally Greed shrugged. “Fine, stay there. I’m surprised you’re willing to waste time though, with so many people depending on you.”
A low growl tore from Ed’s throat. “Either fight me or get out of my way.”
“Look, I’m not very well wasting some of Xing’s finest here, all right? Only the royals can get this stuff. I’m not going to let you pass, and if you go back you’ll be captured. So you can either join me, or we can sit here and leave your pretty friend wondering which of us is going to come back.”
“Winry! If you hurt her-“ Greed waved off the threat.
“Yeah. Winry. I think she’d like to see you,” Then, after a moment’s thought, added, “’Course, I don’t think she’d object to seeing me again either. Seems like she and the prince had a thing for each other. This guy’s been more bothersome than usual since we picked her up.”
Ed’s head was starting to swim. “Ling?”
“Yeah him. He’s really concerned with this whole automail business. Think that’s why he’s so interested in your lady friend.”
“She’s not - leave Winry out of this!” Ed’s arms had fallen out of their defensive position, and he was leaning forward heavily. He might have fallen over completely if Greed hadn’t chosen that moment to stand up and put a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing the pipe into his hand.
“Try it,” Greed offered. “Join me for a moment and enjoy it, because everything’s going to go to hell pretty quickly here.”
“Already in hell,” Ed murmured, blinking blearily at the pipe before putting it to his lips. “Winry’s in hell - Ling -“
“Yes, yes.” Greed’s patience was wearing thin again as he patted his coat for the little case where he’d been keeping the rest of his opium and his spare pipe. “Winry and Ling. We can talk about all the wonderful things Winry wants to do to Ling later.”
The pipe clattered to the ground, and the roar Ed let out was incoherent as he lurched forward and pulled back a fist fully intent of slugging Greed right in the jaw.
He missed spectacularly and Greed ducked forward, easily throwing Ed over his shoulder. Ed’s limbs promptly stopped working.
“Come on then.” Greed paused long enough to pick up his pipe. It had belonged to the prince, and it was a fine thing indeed, carved intricately out of jade. He didn’t want to lose it. “She’s waiting for you.”
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 9. More cocaine to kill the pain
Characters: Greed!Ling, Ed (heavily implied Ed/Winry)
Rating: T (for use of opium)
Summary: People are depending on him. Greed reminds Ed.
Notes: Second of three updates for
52_flavours. This fic is a direct follow up to Prompt 40. It was written because when I first decided to do this challenge
juxtaposie challenged me to actually fit drug use into this prompt, and for whatever bizarre reason, I felt a need to write Greed!Ling again. Warnings for AUishness along with guesses as to what’s going to happen in the manga based upon recent hints in the last couple chapters.
9. More cocaine to kill the pain
The mines under the Briggs Mountain range were dark and damp and freezing, but these were the least of Ed’s worries as he bolted down them, trying to keep his footing on ice slicks and panting heavily in the cold air.
Things had been happening fast since Major General Armstrong had finally returned to her base, and now Ed found himself on the run, wondering where Al was, wondering what the homunculi had done with Winry, wondering if it was too late and the bloody crest had already been sculpted above him, wondering so many things and having no solution to any of them.
It was due to his concentration that he missed the low light, flickering in the corridor, until he turned a corner and abruptly skidded to a stop.
“Fullmetal Alchemist!” a bright voice called down the corridor. “Come join me!”
Ed automatically fell into a fighting stance. The homunculus Greed was leaning casually against the wall, wrapped in furs. A small lantern was sitting at his feet, and a long pipe was balanced jauntily between his fingers. The air in the whole area was smoky and smelled funny.
After a moment, when Ed didn’t move, Greed looked up from what he was doing and huffed. “I said join me,” he said impatiently. “We can fight in a minute, if you want, or you could go back the way you came.”
Ed stayed frozen in position, panting shallowly, and finally Greed shrugged. “Fine, stay there. I’m surprised you’re willing to waste time though, with so many people depending on you.”
A low growl tore from Ed’s throat. “Either fight me or get out of my way.”
“Look, I’m not very well wasting some of Xing’s finest here, all right? Only the royals can get this stuff. I’m not going to let you pass, and if you go back you’ll be captured. So you can either join me, or we can sit here and leave your pretty friend wondering which of us is going to come back.”
“Winry! If you hurt her-“ Greed waved off the threat.
“Yeah. Winry. I think she’d like to see you,” Then, after a moment’s thought, added, “’Course, I don’t think she’d object to seeing me again either. Seems like she and the prince had a thing for each other. This guy’s been more bothersome than usual since we picked her up.”
Ed’s head was starting to swim. “Ling?”
“Yeah him. He’s really concerned with this whole automail business. Think that’s why he’s so interested in your lady friend.”
“She’s not - leave Winry out of this!” Ed’s arms had fallen out of their defensive position, and he was leaning forward heavily. He might have fallen over completely if Greed hadn’t chosen that moment to stand up and put a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing the pipe into his hand.
“Try it,” Greed offered. “Join me for a moment and enjoy it, because everything’s going to go to hell pretty quickly here.”
“Already in hell,” Ed murmured, blinking blearily at the pipe before putting it to his lips. “Winry’s in hell - Ling -“
“Yes, yes.” Greed’s patience was wearing thin again as he patted his coat for the little case where he’d been keeping the rest of his opium and his spare pipe. “Winry and Ling. We can talk about all the wonderful things Winry wants to do to Ling later.”
The pipe clattered to the ground, and the roar Ed let out was incoherent as he lurched forward and pulled back a fist fully intent of slugging Greed right in the jaw.
He missed spectacularly and Greed ducked forward, easily throwing Ed over his shoulder. Ed’s limbs promptly stopped working.
“Come on then.” Greed paused long enough to pick up his pipe. It had belonged to the prince, and it was a fine thing indeed, carved intricately out of jade. He didn’t want to lose it. “She’s waiting for you.”