FMA fic

Feb. 21st, 2005 10:37 pm
swordage: Kimberly from Fullmental Alchemist, "mad bomber". (x devilsnest)
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For [livejournal.com profile] pinstripesuit. I figured you could use some comfort-fic, even if it's written when I'm tired and losing track of my sentences while I write them.

Title: Easy Dreaming
Series: FMA
Rating: PG
Ramifications: Devil's Nest crew, so spoilers for them.
Summary: It's hard to wake an alchemist that can blow things up in his sleep.


Kimbley is having a nightmare. Dorochet is the only one to go knock on Greed’s door, although the screaming and small, muffled explosions have woken everyone else up. They spent the first ten minutes wondering how Greed could sleep through it before they began to worry about the structural integrity of the building.

Dorochet is more than a little anxious about waking Greed, if the man even sleeps. It’s an unfounded fear, though, because after he knocks a few times there’s a grumble and a rustle of blankets and Greed opens the door and starts trudging towards Kimbley’s room with the shuffling despair of a man who wishes to be asleep again; he doesn‘t even seem to notice Dorochet standing there. Dorochet is distracted by Greed’s state of disarray, though; his usually neat hair is standing every which way, and he’s only wearing a pair of plain blue boxers. Somehow he expected something different, if he ever gave the boss’ choice of underwear any thought.

Greed opens the door to Kimbley’s room and waves the smoke out of his face. He shuts the door behind himself and feels along the wall until he finds the window, unlatching it despite the chill in the night air. At the first touch of cold breeze, Kimbley’s screams die into choked sobs, muffled as he twists to press his face into the ragged remains of his pillow. Greed scratches absently at his stomach with the edge of his claws and wonders how to wake his alchemist.

He finally gives up trying to think at this time of morning and just shakes Kimbley’s shoulder. Kimbley jerks awake, eyes flying wide and panicked, and Greed is struck (not for the first time) by how bright and piercing Kimbley’s eyes are, and he’s lucky that the man’s automatic reaction isn’t to strike out. It’s more than a little odd to see self-assured Kimbley curl away in fear, though. He carefully sits on the edge of the bed, wincing a little when his thigh puts out a bit that was smouldering, and he tries not to think about what it means when that action prompts a whimper.

“Kimbley,” he says softly, “It’s just me. Just Greed. I’m not gonna hurt you. Won’t even touch you.”

Kimbley’s breath is shallow and quick, and it stutters to a stop altogether when his eyes widen with recognition. “Fuck,” he hisses, and he pulls his knees even tighter against his chest and ducks his head, hair drooping to cover his face. His hands are trembling. Greed reaches out to touch, carefully and gently, like a man petting a tiger.

Kimbley either allows it or doesn’t notice, so Greed peels one of his hands from their death grip on his pants and warms it between his own. Kimbley makes a small angry noise in the back of his throat and tries to pull his hand away, but Greed catches his wrist in a pleading loose grip, and he relents. They stay like that until Kimbley’s fingers have regained color in the knuckles and his shoulders have stopped shaking.

Greed is surprised when Kimbley hiccups. He supposes it’s just another indignity for the man to chalk up with the comforting and the loss of his pillow and bed sheets. He shifts a little closer and smoothes a hand across the man’s broad back, trying not to stutter across the raised scars his fingers find under the thin buttoned shirt.

Kimbley slowly uncurls, hiccups shaking him loose, until his face is staring blankly from behind an arm draped loosely across his knees. His eyes are red, and Greed reaches out to cup his cheek without thinking. The only response he gets is a small flinch, covered a little too quickly.

“I’m not angry,” he says softly, as soothingly as he can. “It’s alright. I won’t say anything.”

“Then shut up,” Kimbley says roughly, taking his hand from Greed to pull his hair away from his face. He still hasn’t done anything about the touch on his back, though, so Greed tentatively shifts that arm around his shoulders, pulling him out of his little ball and tugging him against Greed’s chest. The jolt of surprise when Kimbley goes with the motion and even turns a little to press his tearstained face against him is almost enough to put his shield up, but he refrains. That would just be rude.

“Hey,” he says awkwardly, tightening the arm around Kimbley’s shoulders a little more, “It’s okay now. It was just a dream.”

“Shut up,” Kimbley whispers brokenly, and Greed does.

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Date: 2005-02-22 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laylah.livejournal.com
*wibble* Oh, poor baby, god... Greed's so human, and Kimberly's so vulnerable, and...aaaw. *wants them to be okay*

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Date: 2005-02-22 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-arel.livejournal.com
*wibbling too* Oh my God, yes... vulnerable!Kimberly is a mjaor button, and I love how Greed's attempting to be comforting and it's just falling flat... man, so sad. Love.

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Date: 2005-02-22 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-arel.livejournal.com
*molests your icon* Yeah, Kimberly's so pretty when he cries. And omg, yes, Greed's so cute when he's awkward and trying to be comforting.

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Date: 2005-02-22 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coramegan.livejournal.com
Wow. That's so beautiful. I never would have thought of Kimberly with the hiccups. But it's almost a charming image. And makes me want to write. Really, very lovely and touching. I want them to be okay too.

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Date: 2005-02-28 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coramegan.livejournal.com
For you. Because you inspired it.

Kimberly is bristling angrily, warning everyone from trying to engage him. Greed takes the invitation, following as the human pours scotch, downs it in a gulp. The homunculus raises an eyebrow, grinning, and Kimberly glares back. He shudders, a squeak escaping his lips, and downs another shot but the hiccups don’t stop. Greed snickers when Kimberly opens his mouth to say something and all that comes out is a sharp squeak. The man glares and Greed could have pulled away if he weren’t laughing. Kimberly blows his head off for it, but it’s worth hearing that sound from his alchemist.

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Date: 2005-03-06 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coramegan.livejournal.com
Greed was easier to write than I'd expected. :-) I'm so happy you liked it. I don't get drabble suggestions often and most of my ideas are based more on BE and not canon.

I'm so happy! Squee! You've made my day!

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Date: 2005-02-22 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ponderosa121.livejournal.com
So much yes. <3 I love it when Greed's just a little bit tender.

The jolt of surprise when Kimbley goes with the motion and even turns a little to press his tearstained face against him is almost enough to put his shield up, but he refrains. That would just be rude.

Gah. So totally my favourite line.

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Date: 2005-02-22 10:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forgottenlover.livejournal.com
::hugs:: Yes, see, these are the cause of my stalking. I'm going to follow you around for more breadcrumbs.

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Date: 2005-02-22 12:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] forgottenlover.livejournal.com
You don't want to know abot the version of Hansel and Gretel I write in seventh grade... those kids were EVIL

::grins:: and witches are only wicked in the best way

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Date: 2005-02-22 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinstripesuit.livejournal.com
Geee! Thank you! This helped make me feel a bit better. Thanks so much!

*thinks about Greed in blue boxers*

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Date: 2005-02-22 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinstripesuit.livejournal.com
I was going to type more before, but I had to scarf down lunch and then run to class, so this is what I actually wanted to say:

I love your characterization of Greed. He's so inhuman in his attempts to be human, like he's very uncomfortable to be around that stuff. He only picks up on the subtle emotional cues from Kimberly because he a conman and knows how to play people.

That's all.

Great job!

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Date: 2005-02-23 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinstripesuit.livejournal.com
Yay! Bunnies! *pets*

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Date: 2005-02-22 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragoncircle.livejournal.com
<3 oww yes. the prettybroken just sucked me right in. Vulnerable Kimberly and with Greed trying to comfort him, yeah lots of love.

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Date: 2005-03-05 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bard-linn.livejournal.com
Nightmares are a common theme in FMA but its nice to see some one with them other than Ed and Roy. The dynamics here are as before, perfect.

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Date: 2005-03-05 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bard-linn.livejournal.com
I actually don't mind it. But its nice to see someone else with them.

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Date: 2005-03-05 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bard-linn.livejournal.com
Yes he should. That would be amusing.

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