#greed!ed

[tart-miano]

Roleswap AU / Greed!Ed doodles :V

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[forthallium]

Broke: angsty pride!Ed Au

Woke: hot Greed!Ed Au

[superiordragonlorde]

AU

Here we go for @edweenweek .

Here’s a “What if...” au for you all. Sorry it’s so late.

I hope you all enjoy it!

     Winry stared at Ed from her chair, eyes wide and searching. Ed looked back, eyes hard, lips curled into a sneer, and arms crossed at his chest.

     “I don’t understand,” Winry breathed. “What do you mean that’s not Ed?” Ling placed a hand on her shoulder, brows peaked in worry. He spoke slowly, regret weighing down his voice.

     “He has another soul in him, Winry,” he explained. “They have to take turns using his body. That’s not Ed right now.”

     “Then, who is that?” Her voice trembled, but her gaze never wavered, turning pointed and threatening.

     “The name’s Greed, sweetheart,” Ed replied, voice smooth, grin sharp and wide. Winry had never seen such a predatory look on him before. Her skin crawled and shivered.

     “Where’s Ed?” she whispered. Ling leaned down further.

     “He’s still there-”

     “Where is he?!” She shot up, the chair tipping back and crashing to the floor. She stormed to Ed, eyes ablaze and shoulders tensed. She reached out, fisting her hand into the collar of his shirt and yanked it down. A startled expression passed over Ed’s face. It was so Ed-like, a flicker of hope rose in Winry’s chest, but the look was quickly covered by cold annoyance, not the heated, burning kind she was so used to seeing on him.

     “Hey, hey, lady,” he growled. “Watch the shirt.”

     “Where’s Ed?” she pressed again. Ed’s eyes rolled, purple with a slitted pupil. Winry’s chest ached at the loss of gold.

     “Listen to what the prince says,” he spat. “That little brat is still in here.” He tapped the side of his head. Something on his hand caught Winry’s attention. She snatched his wrist, turning it until she saw the back of it.

     “What is this?” she hissed.

     “An ouroboros tattoo,” Ling supplied. “It’s the mark of a homunculus.” Winry’s fingers dug into Ed’s wrist.

     “Woah, woah,” Ed stammered, twisting his arm under her grip. “Geez, lady, you’re strong.” He ripped himself away, smirking. Winry glared back.

     “I want to see him.” Ed blinked, eyes widening, smirk falling away into confusion.

     “What?”

     “I want to see him,” Winry repeated. Ed’s brows furrowed as his lip curled.

     “Look, sweetheart, it’s not that simple,” he scoffed. “What, do you think that brat and I just switch out whenever we want-?” He cut off, eyes squeezing shut, teeth clenching closed with a snap. He hunched over, groaning. Winry took a shaking step back.

     “What’s going on?” she demanded. “What is he doing?”

    “Don’t worry,” Ling rushed forward. “This happens sometimes. Give it a minute.” They waited, the air stiff and stifling. Ed remained where he was, body trembling. Suddenly, he snapped up, snarling, face twisting in fury.

     “Fuck off, Greed!” he screamed. “This is Winry, let me talk to her!” He stared distantly at the ground. “I was patient. You’re just greedy, you fucking homunculus.” His scowl intensified. “Parasite!” he yelled, seemingly to the air.

     “Hey, Ed!” Ling called out in a cheerful greeting, waving and smiling. Ed’s gaze snapped to him, clearing. His shoulders loosened.

     “Hey, Ling,” he sighed. “What-” His eyes fell on Winry, his sharp intake of breath cutting him off. He gulped, shoulders re-tensing. “Oh, uh,” he gave her a sheepish smile. “Hey, Winry.” Her blue eyes pinned him to his place, emotions flickering through them, a thousand a second. She took a step towards him. Ed’s legs locked, stiff and unmovable. She took another step, well into his personal space now. Ed swallowed, eyes trapped in hers. He couldn’t have looked away even if he’d truly tried.

     Winry reached up, fingers brushing against his face.

     “Ed?” she whispered. Ed exhaled a trembling breath.

     “Hi, Win.” Her eyes shimmered, tears filling them. She brought her other hand up, cupping his face, staring into golden eyes.

      “Oh my gosh, Ed.” She flung her arms over his neck, burying her face into his shoulder. “Ed. It’s you. It’s really you this time.” Ed clung to her, closing his eyes as he absorbed her warmth, the comfort soothing his racing mind.

     Greed, trapped within him, quieted, allowing Ed to have one moment of peace. He silently promised to thank the homunculus later.

     Winry pushed him back, trembling, hands fisted into his shirt.

     “What did you do?” she growled. Ed blinked, a part of him aching for the comfort she’d given him just a second ago.

     “I didn’t do anything!” he cried, glaring down at her.

     Wow, what a way to lie to your girl, Greed chuckled, unhelpful as always. Ed decided to take back his personal promise.

     “Shut up,” Ed barked. “And that’s not a lie. It was that fucking Father guy’s fault for sticking me with you.”

     “Ed.” Ed snapped himself back to the present. Winry watched him, brows peaked and eyes cautious. “Who are you talking to?” Ed fidgetted, hesitant to answer.

     “It’s Greed,” he muttered. “I can still hear him. He’s... an ass.” Winry nodded, her gaze turning confused.

     “So, you two...” she swallowed, mouth opening and twisting as she tried to find the right words. “You’re just... stuck together? Forever?” Ed bowed his head, nodding.

     “Yeah, pretty much,” he shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I mean, it could be worse. I could be stuck with Lust or something.” Winry flinched, brows flying up.

     “What?” she squeaked. Ed quickly waved a hand, shaking his head.

     “Forget it, sorry.” He looked her over, hoping to change the subject. “So... how are you?” Winry blinked, surprised expression falling into a scowl faster than Ed could transmute a spear.

     “How am I?” Her voice grew from a rumbling growl to a trembling scream. “How am I?! I’m fine, compared to you! We are not changing the subject here, mister. How did you get another... person inside you? Why do you both have to share the same body? What-” she choaked, head falling to his chest, her fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. “What happened to you?” Ed pressed her closer, resting his cheek on her head. Something warm soaked into his chest. Panic clawed up his gut.

     “Woah, wait, Winry,” Ed tried to lean back to get a look at her face. “It’s ok. Come on, I promise. Please, it’s-” She brought her head up, tears trailing down her face, reaching her chin and dripping off. Ed watched them fall, mind scrambling for a way to stop them.

     “I’m sorry,” Winry sniffed, wiping her face. “I know I promised I wouldn’t cry until you and Al- I just... Ed, this is...” A sob broke free from her. Ed pulled her back to him, closing his eyes.

     “I know,” he murmured. He rubbed a hand up and down her back. Her sobs were quiet, muffled in his chest. They stood together, supporting one another.

      “Look, sorry to break this up,” Darius spoke up after a few minutes. Ed and Winry flinched, having forgotten the three men watching them. “But the Promised Day is tomorrow. We need to get out plans moving.” Heinkel and Ling nodded in agreement, the latter giving Ed a sympathetic look.

     “They’re right,” Ed found himself saying. Winry’s grip on him tightened. She didn’t move, and Ed made no motion to do so either.

     Winry buried her head further into Ed’s chest. She felt him tense under her before the hands at her back grabbed her shoulders, gently pushing her back.

     “Ok,” he growled, voice foreign and strange. “Cuddle times over, lovebirds.” Winry snapped her head up, catching purple eyes again. Her stomach twisted, flipped, and dropped. “He said we gotta go, so we gotta go.” Winry nodded, releasing her grip.

     “You’re right,” she sighed, wiping her eyes. Ed, or Greed, Winry guessed, blinked at her, eyebrow arched in surprise.

     “Oh, I was actually talking to the brat,” he admitted. “He’s throwing a fucking fit because I didn’t let him say goodbye or something like that.” He rolled his eyes, sighing. “The hug was enough, kid. You don’t need to waste time with more shit.” He turned on his heel, grabbing the bright red coat that hung on a chair. “Let’s move out, boys!” he called over his shoulder. Darius and Heinkel followed behind, grumbling at the order. Ling brought up the rear, patting Winry’s shoulder, face apologetic.

     Winry trailed behind them until she reached the porch. She clung to the railing, watching the bright red, black flamel back. The wearer suddenly halted in mid-step. His three companions paused, looking back at him with various expressions of concern and curiosity. Ed turned, gaze meeting Winry’s. He raised a hand, a small smile gracing his lips.

     “Have an apple pie ready for us when we get back!” he called. Winry beamed, a final tear trickling down her cheek as she waved back.

There we go, Greed!Ed. Just wondering what would happen if Father had chosen Ed instead of Ling. Intrusive thoughts are annoying (especially if they’re from a homunculus).

I hope you all enjoyed this. Thanks for reading!

[tart-miano]

Screenshot redraws for this very ancient roleswap AU i made a while back (here and here are the links to the old posts abt it, please excuse how weird it looks compared to my modern art style asdfghhj)

[jeminy3]

Okay I had to draw this real quick cuz I would LOVE to see this happen, honestly

‘cause Lust would absolutely love to punish Greed for abandoning the homonculi, if she remembers that, or for just being an upstart little prick, and Greed’s a rebellious idiot who’s always ready to throw down, especially with someone familiar and matching his strength (I imagine Lust’s claws are made of roughly the same material as Greed’s Shield, just designed more for sharpness and flexibility than durability).

So layer this rivalry ON TOP OF Ed and Roy’s already-existing rivalry which follows the same dynamic of chaos vs. order, and what you get is Fullmetal VS. Flame Round 2, the greatest smackdown of the century. Alchemist powers AND Homonculus powers controlled by two sets of rivals who refuse to back down out of stubborn pride.

Whoever wins, we lose, cuz they’d probably destroy half-a-city between the two of them. both the protagonists and antagonists are left watching dumbstruck, or with popcorn.

[lifeofaninstigator]

(From Greed!Ed) "Five Times the Love"

Send “5 Times the Love” for a drabble based on five times my muse fell in love with your muse

He hadn’t meant to stay out so late nor had he meant to get too drunk to walk back to Greed’s. Time had  easily slipped through his fingers after the third beer, and by then another had been placed in front of him. Followed by a few more. Calling Greed hadn’t been his intention either, but Ed had the misfortune of getting lost when he finally decided to get up and leave the bar. Maybe it was his hazy mind or maybe it was those small, yet noticeable differences in streets and locations. Either way, the end result was the same. Ed needed to get home, and he had no one else he trusted to come get him. No other friends, only a few acquaintances he had met in passing.

His head had been resting in his lap to stop the vertigo he had ever since he sat down when he heard footsteps. Looking up, Ed let his vision settle on the familiar boots, then worked its way up before settling on Greed’s eyes. There was actual concern and worry in them. Ed could tell that much even though he was drunk. It felt nice to have someone else concerned for his well being. It made his stomach do that weird little flip flop thing it did occasionally when Greed came near him. Even though the other’s facial expression seemed crabby and annoyed, Ed couldn’t help the soft smile that crept up over his face. “Hey,” he said softly. He managed a half-assed wave of his left hand before letting it drop back down. Ed propped his chin up with his right and tilted his up upwards so he could get a better look at those violet eyes and simply allowed himself to sit there for a moment and take it all in.

Greed had come to pick him up. Ed had known he would, yet having it actually happen made his stomach to that weird flippy thing again.  The empty street suddenly didn’t make him feel alone or isolated. He was in good company.

~

Ed rolled the dice and grinned. “Hell yeah!” His grin turned into chuckle. “Tonight’s the night ’m gonna kick your ass.” That roll had been his best all night. Greed still had the advantage, but now he stood half a chance of winning. Backgammon had been a game he had always heard about growing up but never got around to playing until recently. Games like this were a good deal about luck, though there was some skill involved.  It wasn’t like chess, though. That was all skill, and while fun, no where near as engaging as the anticipation of not knowing whether or not he’d win or get his ass handed to him.

Either outcome was fine by him. They had fun, and Ed had discovered playing games with Greed often led to something he really wanted to see. Greed laugh. Not the regular one that most people saw. This kind of laughter was different. This time it reached Greed’s eyes. Win or lose, that made the night worth it, and sometimes made it a little harder to catch his breath.

He sat up and braced himself on his arm. Ed moved his chips across the board, scooting forward on his knees to reach the five spaces for the second move, and waited to see what Greed would roll.

~Moonlight had woken him up. Given how much light spilled into the room, it must have been full tonight. Ed’s head laid against Greed’s thigh, his one hand tucked under his chin and the other on Greed’s knee. He pulled his hand out from under his jaw, yawned, and then glanced in the direction of the clock even though it was too dark to see the time. He must have fallen asleep on the floor.

Ed vaguely remembered sitting between Greed’s legs and reading. The blanket he had pulled up over his legs was still in place with his left foot uncovered. He lifted his head up and looked behind him. Greed was still sitting in the chair, only his eyes were closed—Ed had never quite figured out if he actually slept or only rested his eyes. Ed couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sight Greed’s face calm and relaxed.

He could get up and go to bed, but the moon was out, and it was late enough into the night that his body protested any thoughts of moving. Regardless of the fact that he’d wake up sore, he snuggled back in, brushed his lips across Greed’s knee, closed his eyes, and settled back to his original position. This felt comforting and safe. The possible stiffness in his joints tomorrow didn’t matter. Tomorrow seemed so far away.

Though, Ed knew it would be awhile before his mind shut down enough to go back to sleep despite the warmth of the blanket. Not with his stomach knotted up so pleasantly, surrounded by Greed’s scent.

~

As much as he tried to be inconspicuous about watching Greed, Ed knew his stealth was lacking. Still, that didn’t stop him from periodically looking up from the book in his hands and getting in as many sneaky peeks as he could. Some days, Greed sat on the bed or the floor, or next to the window simply enjoying the view outside or maybe refining his plans to take over the world, but today, he had taken a seat near the window, looking out and clearly deep in thought. That happened now and then, and it made Ed curious about what thoughts were running through Greed’s mind.

It had taken some getting used to at first. Not that Ed tried to compare Greed to the one from his own world, but it was impossible not to notice differences between this world and his. The thoughtful contemplation had been the thing to ensnare him the most. Because, whatever dark thoughts were passing through Greed’s mind, Ed knew they made him sad. Was it so wrong to want to fix that?

The answer to that seemed so simple and yet… he hesitated. It took him a considerable amount of self control not to fuss. Or prod for more information. Greed would most likely hate the fussing, and prodding might get him pushed further away. He wasn’t sure he could handle that. Not anymore. Whenever he imagined leaving or being asked to leave, it made him feel sick to the stomach and his heart hurt. Ed could take care of himself fairly easily, at least physically. Taking care of his heart often proved to be a struggle. He worried. Ed couldn’t help himself. He tried not to many times and failed. Logically, he knew that was stupid. Greed kept his possessions, and people fell into that category.

Given their situation, probably.

Ed turned back to his book, turning pages but not really reading. He’d give Greed space, but that wouldn’t stop Ed from trying to work out a way to make him feel better.

~

He didn’t want to get up. The bed felt incredibly warm, and it smelled good. The sheets and blankets smelled like Greed. Ed stretched out his arms and closed his eyes. He had spent some time trying to pinpoint that particular scent down, and came to the conclusion that it was unique to Greed. Maybe because this wasn’t his own world. Or maybe he had never bothered focusing on how others smelled before coming here other than noticing whether or not they smelled good.

It didn’t matter how it started only that it had started, and he couldn’t make that need stop. Whenever they had sex, he wanted to stay instead of going to his own bed. Ed wanted to stick around and feel Greed’s warmth, press their bodies together so that his heartbeat could be felt. He wanted fall asleep with that pleasant scent next to him and wake up entangled in it. He didn’t need to say it, but he craved the chance to show how much he needed it. So he allowed himself a few minutes to bask in the warmth their bodies created.  

Ed knew that wasn’t fair to stay too long, though. Greed had every reason to want to keep things simple. It made perfectly good sense. Greed was immortal and Ed wasn’t. This wasn’t his world or his home. Al might find a way to bring him back.  He wasn’t sure he could tell Al no if the gate opened again. He wasn’t sure.  He couldn’t trap Greed like that.

His eyes opened back up. Ed looked at the ceiling and exhaled softly. His heart was still beating hard in his chest, only now for a different reason than it had moments ago. Violet eyes were watching him, carefully, maybe even cautiously. The thumping in his chest sped up, and his fingers dug into the mattress. Ed manged to pull off a smile in hopes of ridding that dazed look off his face because with the way he felt caught in that gaze, he must have appeared stunned and maybe a little lost.

He let his eyes settle on Greed one last time before reaching down to grab his shirt off the floor. By the time he grabbed his pants and pulled his shirt on over his head, he was already out of the room.

Maybe another night he’d stay and see if Greed minded.

[multimusehideout-deactivated202]

The Illusion of Familiarity

As the sin had looked around, he noticed the stranger lift his hand, an action just odd enough to get Greed’s attention. Quirking a brow, he sighed heavily at the pointed gaze that met him. “Um, what’s the point of that” he asked, casually pointing to the outstretched hand, fingers poised like they were going snap. He knew he should probably be thinking of this guy as some sort of threat and not just some do-gooder, but it was really hard to when the guy looked ridiculous. 

Standing with his arms crossed defensively over his chest, he trained violet eyes on the man, watching him carefully now. If one looked quickly they really would think he were Edward, he was the same height, his hair was braided (though longer than Ed’s had been), he was even wearing the same clothing Ed was last seen in, tattered from being under the rubble, but the same none the less. It was very clear thought that his arm and leg were no longer automail but flesh…

Rolling his eyes lightly at the question, or maybe it was more the tone that it had been delivered in, Greed looked slightly annoyed. “I guess since you did help me get out there I can give ya my name… It’s Greed. But don’t think I’m gonna give it to you without knowing yours too. Mostly because I at least want a name to go with that face in case I ever run into you again.”

[ingeniouscollusion]

multimusehideout (moved from ask thread)

What was the point? Surely the homunculus knew what he was capable of, right? Roy let his hand drop all the way to his side and scowled. If this homunculus didn't know then that meant he had no memories of when he used to be... Roy closed his eyes, feeling the sting of what had happened to Ed all the more. In the end, he had been powerless to help out the brothers. For all his caution over the years, it meant nothing.

Finally, he got a name, after they both sized one another up. Now that Roy had a closer look, this Greed was whole. The automail was gone and the color of his eyes were different. Ed had mentioned this one in passing, but Roy didn't know near enough what to expect or what his weakness would be. With Bradly, he had gotten lucky, though his luck had been paid for in exchange for Selim's life.

“I'm Colonel Roy Mustang. I work for the military and came to check on a subordinate of mine.” He kept his voice clear and pushed down the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Roy took a step back to give himself space, and the sound of broken concrete echoed through his ears. Even though they weren't standing too close, he couldn't get away from this man fast enough. Still, he wouldn't leave until he figured out what Greed planned to do next.

He just had to concentrate and focus on what to do next and ask the right things. “What... are your intentions once you leave this place, and where do you plan to go?” He had to know. Letting the homunculus go in some ways would be more beneficial. If Roy brought him in, looking like Ed, there would be too many questions and most likely they would try to keep him contained or worse. Roy didn't even know why he cared. It wasn't as if the creature knew who Ed was. Or was it possible he did. "Do you... remember who you were before now?" he cautiously asked, not taking his eyes away from the homunculus.

[multimusehideout-deactivated202]

Enigma

Greed lounged back against the headboard as he looked down at Ed beside him. “Yeah well, I don’t think I could’ve turned you away even if I’d wanted to,” he replied quietly. “I mean, you weren’t out to screw me, I could tell, and you had my face, well for the most part. And…” his voice trailed off a bit and he looked away from Ed. HE wasn’t sure if he should continue but then, knowing the kid, he wouldn’t be let off the hook until he did.

"And… I can touch you and be around you, someone who looks like the kid in my head but I don’t get the headaches or the weird dreams or flashbacks or any of the stuff I get when I go a lot of places or see people. You look just like I do and yet none of that stuff happens. I don’t get it, but you’re the first person that I thought I should ‘know’ that hasn’t done that to me… I don’t get it, but I’m not about to walk away from something like that either. It’s not every day I run across someone who seems to know me, or at least the other versions I mentioned, that I can be around for more than a few minutes at a time…"

[lifeofaninstigator]

(moved from ask meme with multimusehideout)

"I know a lot of people who would’ve done that regardless." If Greed hadn’t let him stay, Ed was certain he would have only found trouble. This world was so different from his own in so many ways. People weren't as nice. Everything seemed so much... darker. His smile faded, though when he thought over what Greed told him.

"What do you mean… headaches and flashbacks?" Ed knew the homunculi from this world were different but it wasn’t something he and Greed had talked about down to the last detail. "Are those because of him?" Ed could never quite come out and say it because thinking about how human transmutations created a homunculus, he had put two and two together. The Edward Elric in this world had died. And someone had either tried to bring him back out of grief or knew that doing a human transmutation would result in creating Greed.