FMA ficlet without a good name
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pandora_culpaThat's not to say that it has no name, just that it has no good name.
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evil_whimsey made a request last winter, for a fic involving Edward Elric, cocoa, and someone perving on him at Briggs. And this is what I came up with.
She's such a dear, patient person. She didn't even bash me after reading it.
See, this is a perfect example of how messed up my brain is. Given a lovely opportunity to write fluffy gorgeousness, I turn around and pull this piece of depravity out of my brain, which must be the polar opposite of what was intended. So here you have it. Ed, cocoa, and- of all people- Kimblee.
(for the record, I think Kimblee is a complete freak, and I don't like having him in my head)
Spoilers for manga chapters 70 and 71. The italicized quote at the beginning of the story is from Kimblee himself.
Anyone can pass themselves off as a normal person… provided they know what does and doesn’t constitute heresy.
“Cocoa?”
Kimblee smiled, a disarming, gentlemanly smile, as he offered the steaming mug to the scowling boy.
“And how much will this cost me?” Edward Elric glared at him, hunching his shoulders inside the heavy red coat he wore. “600 cens, is that about right?”
“It’s on me,” Kimblee stated, taking a delicate sip from his own mug. “But you’re correct about the going rate.”
Edward made a face, but accepted the drink all the same, wrinkling his nose as his first swig of the hot drink scalded his tongue. It was bitterly cold in the fortress, but although he had taken on the hunched position that all newcomers to Briggs assumed, he hadn’t complained once of the cold. Even here, in the fortress’ icy halls, outmaneuvered and reluctant, the Fullmetal Alchemist stood with defiance and looked him fearlessly in the eye as they waited for the soldiers to assemble. The boy had courage; Kimblee had to give him that much credit.
It made the job so much more enjoyable. It was clear that the Fullmetal boy was as stalwart as his name. And Kimblee liked strong things.
It was so pleasurable when they broke.
Watching the diminutive alchemist lick the froth from the cocoa off his upper lip, a ripple of anticipation slid down through his stomach, centering heavily at the base of his spine. Strong, yes, but also surprisingly attractive; delicate fingers gloved in white that curled around his mug of cocoa as he soaked up its heat, thin, mobile lips currently pulled down into a frown that Kimblee found quite appealing. Although his form was shrouded in his heavy winter clothing, Kimblee had already seen the sharp cut of muscles that merged almost seamlessly with the automail prosthetics, and the supple skin, lightly tanned and velvety smooth with youth. Edward Elric was like a piece of fine artwork, almost preternaturally beautiful; even the expressions of irritation he so regularly wore were as carefully chiseled as his startling, unexpected smiles.
As if reading his thoughts, the young man cast eyes of molten gold in Kimblee’s direction, narrowing suspiciously. The mug of cocoa was still clutched possessively just at his chin, the tip of a pink tongue darting out to clean the remnants of the sweet drink from his lips, and Kimblee found himself longing, with an unexpected hunger, for the opportunity to sully this pristine canvas. To strip the innocence from him as though he were peeling an onion, layer by devastating layer, and dredge the remains through such depravity as would leave the boy’s soul indelibly scarred. He could do it- had done it before, to other lovely, idealistic men- and never once lay a finger on the boy. But it would be rather a shame to not touch this one.
“Would you like another?” The question was mild, innocuous, but the young alchemist glared at him as though he’d been offered a pint of blood. The hatred in his eyes was heady; Kimblee could feel the heat between them, like imminent bloodlust, and as always the sensation was deeply seductive.
“No,” the boy snapped, still holding the mug. “Let’s just get moving. Scar’s going to walk off this mountain if we keep waiting.”
“My, aren’t we eager?” Kimblee murmured in amusement, handing off his own mug to one of the soldiers. “By all means then, Fullmetal, let’s begin.”
What a delightful day this would be. First, the chance to kill yet another Ishbalan piece of scum. Plans for carnage in the heart of Briggs itself, to carve a bloody crest into the fortress’ ice walls. And if he were truly lucky, a chance would arise to set his own bloody crest into the cocky young alchemist’s heart.
Things were definitely going his way.
See,
evil_whimsey made a request last winter, for a fic involving Edward Elric, cocoa, and someone perving on him at Briggs. And this is what I came up with.She's such a dear, patient person. She didn't even bash me after reading it.
See, this is a perfect example of how messed up my brain is. Given a lovely opportunity to write fluffy gorgeousness, I turn around and pull this piece of depravity out of my brain, which must be the polar opposite of what was intended. So here you have it. Ed, cocoa, and- of all people- Kimblee.
(for the record, I think Kimblee is a complete freak, and I don't like having him in my head)
Spoilers for manga chapters 70 and 71. The italicized quote at the beginning of the story is from Kimblee himself.
Anyone can pass themselves off as a normal person… provided they know what does and doesn’t constitute heresy.
“Cocoa?”
Kimblee smiled, a disarming, gentlemanly smile, as he offered the steaming mug to the scowling boy.
“And how much will this cost me?” Edward Elric glared at him, hunching his shoulders inside the heavy red coat he wore. “600 cens, is that about right?”
“It’s on me,” Kimblee stated, taking a delicate sip from his own mug. “But you’re correct about the going rate.”
Edward made a face, but accepted the drink all the same, wrinkling his nose as his first swig of the hot drink scalded his tongue. It was bitterly cold in the fortress, but although he had taken on the hunched position that all newcomers to Briggs assumed, he hadn’t complained once of the cold. Even here, in the fortress’ icy halls, outmaneuvered and reluctant, the Fullmetal Alchemist stood with defiance and looked him fearlessly in the eye as they waited for the soldiers to assemble. The boy had courage; Kimblee had to give him that much credit.
It made the job so much more enjoyable. It was clear that the Fullmetal boy was as stalwart as his name. And Kimblee liked strong things.
It was so pleasurable when they broke.
Watching the diminutive alchemist lick the froth from the cocoa off his upper lip, a ripple of anticipation slid down through his stomach, centering heavily at the base of his spine. Strong, yes, but also surprisingly attractive; delicate fingers gloved in white that curled around his mug of cocoa as he soaked up its heat, thin, mobile lips currently pulled down into a frown that Kimblee found quite appealing. Although his form was shrouded in his heavy winter clothing, Kimblee had already seen the sharp cut of muscles that merged almost seamlessly with the automail prosthetics, and the supple skin, lightly tanned and velvety smooth with youth. Edward Elric was like a piece of fine artwork, almost preternaturally beautiful; even the expressions of irritation he so regularly wore were as carefully chiseled as his startling, unexpected smiles.
As if reading his thoughts, the young man cast eyes of molten gold in Kimblee’s direction, narrowing suspiciously. The mug of cocoa was still clutched possessively just at his chin, the tip of a pink tongue darting out to clean the remnants of the sweet drink from his lips, and Kimblee found himself longing, with an unexpected hunger, for the opportunity to sully this pristine canvas. To strip the innocence from him as though he were peeling an onion, layer by devastating layer, and dredge the remains through such depravity as would leave the boy’s soul indelibly scarred. He could do it- had done it before, to other lovely, idealistic men- and never once lay a finger on the boy. But it would be rather a shame to not touch this one.
“Would you like another?” The question was mild, innocuous, but the young alchemist glared at him as though he’d been offered a pint of blood. The hatred in his eyes was heady; Kimblee could feel the heat between them, like imminent bloodlust, and as always the sensation was deeply seductive.
“No,” the boy snapped, still holding the mug. “Let’s just get moving. Scar’s going to walk off this mountain if we keep waiting.”
“My, aren’t we eager?” Kimblee murmured in amusement, handing off his own mug to one of the soldiers. “By all means then, Fullmetal, let’s begin.”
What a delightful day this would be. First, the chance to kill yet another Ishbalan piece of scum. Plans for carnage in the heart of Briggs itself, to carve a bloody crest into the fortress’ ice walls. And if he were truly lucky, a chance would arise to set his own bloody crest into the cocky young alchemist’s heart.
Things were definitely going his way.
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:07 pm (UTC)Sure Kimblee is sick, but you hung out in the bad place with him, and that is greatness. ROCK ON.
(heh, looks like we're both doing journal housecleaning today. I'm about to venture into the new world of Tags. Oooh.)
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:24 pm (UTC)Yeah, well, you know me. Can't do anything that's straightforward or easy. I like crawling out windows too much; it's all part and parcel of my contrary nature. Still, you're one of the few people I know who can appreciate my orneriness with good humor, and that is greatness to me. ;D
And we're bent in the same direction, and I truly love that!
yeah, journal housekeeping for me, too! Tagging, putting entries into memories, but only for this journal. I am far too lazy to tackle the years of crap in my personal journal, and I utilize memories there anyway instead of tags. But it seemed about time to give some of those FMA ficlets a home in the writing journal since, um, that's why I started the thing in the first place.
Also was reminded that I really ought to finish Paradox. But not until after Rusted Dawn is wrapped up. Ye gods...
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:53 am (UTC)PS. ^ Ur Hitachiin twins icon O.O
LOVE THEM.
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:09 am (UTC)And yay, Hitachiins!! Double the pretteh! :D
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Date: 2008-09-16 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-17 01:57 am (UTC)(and yeah, he needs to be put down like the mad dog he is. I'm kinda pulling for Mustang to do the dirty work.)
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Date: 2008-09-17 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-17 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 12:32 am (UTC)... and I am rambling. But I am so writing a Winry and Al kicking ass on Ed's behalf (probably anime!verse, though) fic the moment I have more than ten minutes spare time in a day. (A little advice: NEVER work at a call center. NEVER. It numbs your brain.)
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Date: 2008-09-19 02:59 am (UTC)(Ugh, call center- you have more fortitude than I, to be capable of that kind of work at all. Though currently I'm doing a lot of carpentry... power tools don't make for good daydreaming either, I'm afraid. Gotta pay attention to what I'm doing; I need all my fingers.)
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Date: 2008-09-18 01:54 am (UTC)Anyway, to pandoraculpa: Thank you for writing this. It was brilliantly sick, in a way that makes you so so thankful that Ed is far away from Kimblee right now and in a way that makes you hope they don't see each other again. Eeep!
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Date: 2008-09-18 12:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2008-09-19 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 12:48 pm (UTC)I like going balls-to-the-wall with details, and not sparing anything, but I actually creeped myself out on the conception of this piece. Which is why I had to scale it back some, to be able to actually write it. Kimblee is a very sick, scary man.
But thanks for reading, and I'm really glad you enjoyed it! :)