The Twists and Bends of the Subconscious
Author –
cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – believe me Arakawa doesn’t want this bunny
Rating – PG-13
Time line/Spoilers – no spoilers, just about any time
Characters – Ed, Al, Hohenheim
Summary – Ed couldn’t look away
Word Count – 602
Warnings – crack, seriously.
Author’s Note – I have no idea what
evil_little_dog and I were talking about when this bunny bit me. She said you HAVE to do it. So here it is. Happy Birthday
evil_little_dog, you asked for it. It’s currently unbetaed since I sent it off at the last minute then decided eh, don’t wait, make the changes when you get them from the betas later.
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Ed wanted to look away but he couldn’t. He was paralyzed, unable to move even his eyelids. Somehow in the back of his head, he knew how this would turn out but sheer horror went with the anticipated outcome. No kid should see his parents like this. Why was he here?
Hohenheim had left his library earlier than expected. There had been barely time for Alphonse and Edward to fall asleep. Of course now Ed wasn’t asleep. He was here, watching his father, not even capable of a whisper to alert the man to his presence. How could the bastard not see him? It wasn’t like Edward was invisible.
Hohenheim had spent an exorbitant amount of time in the bathroom. Thankfully the shower had been too foggy to see much but his father had spent what seemed like forever brushing out his hair. He didn’t tie it back this time. Hohenheim shaped up his beard then splashed on some cologne, the stuff Granny Pinako said made him smell like a Creatan whore – not that Ed really understood what she meant but he did know that cologne was a little flowery.
Of course, this much time spent on appearances could only mean one thing: Hohenheim was taking his wife somewhere. Maybe there was a dance down at the city hall or a play. Instead, Ed found himself floating along to the bedroom. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. He definitely didn’t want to see this. His brain would break. His eyes wouldn’t shut but Ed knew they would boil in their sockets if made to witness his parents doing that.
His mother was curled up on the bed, completely invisible under a sheet covered with purple flowers. Hohenheim stripped off his shirt then crawled onto the bed. He kissed the sheeted lump’s shoulder. Purple flowers waved as if in a breeze as his mom rolled over. Ed tried to scream when Hohenheim drew down the sheet and instead of Tricia lying on the bed, it was Mustang.
Ed’s eyes flew open as he sat up fast just as his father kissed the bastard. Ed’s forehead struck something, creating an impressive bong. Half-convinced he had just split open his skull, Ed fumbled for his throbbing forehead. “Ouch.”
“Brother, are you all right? You were having such a nightmare.” Al’s gauntlet rested on Ed’s shoulder. “You were screaming. I was trying to wake you up.”
“I think you broke my head,” Ed grumbled then shuddered. “Hell, Al, it was horrible.”
“Did you dream about trying to bring Mom back again?”
Ed sprawled on the bed. “Worse.”
“How could anything be worse?”
“I was following Dad through the house and I couldn’t look away or speak. He was getting ready to go have sex.”
“Ew Ed! Did you dream about Mom and Dad having sex? That’s just wrong!” Al sat back down on his own unneeded bed.
“Worse! I dreamt he was having sex with Mustang.” Ed stuck out his tongue, shuddering all over again.
“Edward! That’s…that’s.” Al flailed.
“I know. I want to go scrub out my brain. That’s it, Al. Don’t let me eat pickled fish and spiced pickled cabbage right before bed again.” Ed made a face.
“Shall I hold you back from the enormous slices of chocolate cake, too?” his brother asked sardonically.
“No, those are still okay. I think the dream means I want those two to go fuck themselves and die.” Ed rolled over, covering back up. “I’m going to try to get back to sleep.”
“Sweet dreams brother.” Al’s tone was a study in sarcasm.
“Oh, shut up.”
Author –
Disclaimer – believe me Arakawa doesn’t want this bunny
Rating – PG-13
Time line/Spoilers – no spoilers, just about any time
Characters – Ed, Al, Hohenheim
Summary – Ed couldn’t look away
Word Count – 602
Warnings – crack, seriously.
Author’s Note – I have no idea what
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Ed wanted to look away but he couldn’t. He was paralyzed, unable to move even his eyelids. Somehow in the back of his head, he knew how this would turn out but sheer horror went with the anticipated outcome. No kid should see his parents like this. Why was he here?
Hohenheim had left his library earlier than expected. There had been barely time for Alphonse and Edward to fall asleep. Of course now Ed wasn’t asleep. He was here, watching his father, not even capable of a whisper to alert the man to his presence. How could the bastard not see him? It wasn’t like Edward was invisible.
Hohenheim had spent an exorbitant amount of time in the bathroom. Thankfully the shower had been too foggy to see much but his father had spent what seemed like forever brushing out his hair. He didn’t tie it back this time. Hohenheim shaped up his beard then splashed on some cologne, the stuff Granny Pinako said made him smell like a Creatan whore – not that Ed really understood what she meant but he did know that cologne was a little flowery.
Of course, this much time spent on appearances could only mean one thing: Hohenheim was taking his wife somewhere. Maybe there was a dance down at the city hall or a play. Instead, Ed found himself floating along to the bedroom. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. He definitely didn’t want to see this. His brain would break. His eyes wouldn’t shut but Ed knew they would boil in their sockets if made to witness his parents doing that.
His mother was curled up on the bed, completely invisible under a sheet covered with purple flowers. Hohenheim stripped off his shirt then crawled onto the bed. He kissed the sheeted lump’s shoulder. Purple flowers waved as if in a breeze as his mom rolled over. Ed tried to scream when Hohenheim drew down the sheet and instead of Tricia lying on the bed, it was Mustang.
Ed’s eyes flew open as he sat up fast just as his father kissed the bastard. Ed’s forehead struck something, creating an impressive bong. Half-convinced he had just split open his skull, Ed fumbled for his throbbing forehead. “Ouch.”
“Brother, are you all right? You were having such a nightmare.” Al’s gauntlet rested on Ed’s shoulder. “You were screaming. I was trying to wake you up.”
“I think you broke my head,” Ed grumbled then shuddered. “Hell, Al, it was horrible.”
“Did you dream about trying to bring Mom back again?”
Ed sprawled on the bed. “Worse.”
“How could anything be worse?”
“I was following Dad through the house and I couldn’t look away or speak. He was getting ready to go have sex.”
“Ew Ed! Did you dream about Mom and Dad having sex? That’s just wrong!” Al sat back down on his own unneeded bed.
“Worse! I dreamt he was having sex with Mustang.” Ed stuck out his tongue, shuddering all over again.
“Edward! That’s…that’s.” Al flailed.
“I know. I want to go scrub out my brain. That’s it, Al. Don’t let me eat pickled fish and spiced pickled cabbage right before bed again.” Ed made a face.
“Shall I hold you back from the enormous slices of chocolate cake, too?” his brother asked sardonically.
“No, those are still okay. I think the dream means I want those two to go fuck themselves and die.” Ed rolled over, covering back up. “I’m going to try to get back to sleep.”
“Sweet dreams brother.” Al’s tone was a study in sarcasm.
“Oh, shut up.”

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Date: 2010-04-14 02:34 am (UTC)yes, yes, I remember this conversation now.
I LOVE IT. IT'S...EVIL.
AND TWISTED.
Poooooooor Ed.
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:36 am (UTC)Poor Ed. He won't be right for days
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Date: 2010-04-14 03:18 am (UTC)FOR EVER, YOU MEAN - Ed
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Date: 2010-04-14 03:41 am (UTC)every time you look at either of them you'll remember this dream
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Date: 2010-04-14 04:18 am (UTC)Is it wrong that I'm totally cool with this ida so long as it's younger!Hoho, or at least Hoho dressed like he was for the fall of Xerxes?
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Date: 2010-04-14 08:27 am (UTC)What about bishie!Father, you cool with that?
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Date: 2010-04-14 04:42 pm (UTC)True, but I guess he was doing menial cleaning work, not being fed a lot and being a lab rat, rather than heavy lifting? He's kind of wiry like Ling pre-Greed.
Basically, Father is the buffest of the Elrics. At least Al's current worrying status means Ed doesn't get to be the least buff?
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:45 pm (UTC)True, he was more of the lab rat than anything else so I guess he was more like veal than a bull
Yes, Father is. wonders how buff hoho has remained.
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:49 pm (UTC)I wonder if we will ever find out? Hoho has several issues left to rip his shirt off in order to show he is getting serious. Actually, I think he's about to protect Ed and co from Father's nuke with his Hoho powers. Maybe his shirt will get burnt off? I'm actually not sure why I'm nerding so extensively about this when I'd rather he kept it on.
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Date: 2010-04-14 06:14 pm (UTC)yes Hoho does. (I did burn him a tad in one of those upcoming stories so....) hahaha, who knows maybe old hoho is as cute under it as as young one was
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Date: 2010-04-14 06:48 pm (UTC)Maybe he's cute under all that. Who knows. He certainly doesn't seem flabby. All I know is that Ed's better off without the beard.
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Date: 2010-04-15 01:53 am (UTC)I've seen aged up Ed byArakawa and he gets that horrid beard
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Date: 2010-04-15 08:26 am (UTC)I know, bad beard. Don't cover up that pretty face, Ed!
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:17 pm (UTC)Yeah that beard does Ed no good
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Date: 2010-04-14 08:58 pm (UTC)And yes, I am totally cool with that in theory, though he is sort of a creepy jerkwad. But a very hot creepy jerkwad.
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Date: 2010-04-14 09:20 pm (UTC)Tangentially, on the subject of hot, creepy jerkwads, how cool was Kimbley's little hat wave? I might icon that.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:29 pm (UTC)Al's given up on Ed and his eating habits.
Ed the dream interpreter. you almost feel sorry for him.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:38 pm (UTC)Given that I teach a course on Freud and cinema (and that I'm a big pervbag), I could TOTALLY come up with some much more disturbing interpretations of that dream for Ed. He's lucky Al has some sense of restraint and kindness and doesn't just aim for maximum Ed squick/flailing.
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Date: 2010-04-14 04:27 pm (UTC)Oh cool. You get to write the sequel where Al gets his revenge
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Date: 2010-04-14 04:48 pm (UTC)Ha ha, I'll add it to the list of bakeoff prompts for when I kick my help_haiti fic into touch. Enemy wants me to set Ling's harem girls on Al.
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:41 pm (UTC)I'm good at sticking Roy's relatives with tea houses
gah my help_haiti fic is moving SO slow. I think it will go up as a wip with chapters. pout.
I'd love to see poor Al beset upon
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Date: 2010-04-14 05:50 pm (UTC)I think a lot of people would like to see Al getting jumped by the girls.
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Date: 2010-04-14 06:13 pm (UTC)yes I'm sure of that
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Date: 2010-04-14 06:45 pm (UTC)Anyway, suffice to say if the fic had involved Ling and attempted shenanigans or Roy being bullied by Chris and the girls, it would have been done long ago. Silly is where I live.
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Date: 2010-04-15 02:06 am (UTC)good luck with yours
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Date: 2010-04-15 08:21 am (UTC)Yes, you see I'm writing Gracia POV in a 'verse where she tends to be an observer and a facilitator who pushes the action forward for the main characters. It did end up introspectiv-ish, but I tried to shift it towards comedy. I was actually going to ask you if you were up for a quick beta job (it's around the 3000 word mark) - Enemy's having a crazy week and is off this weekend for a big grooming contest. No worries if you're too overloaded with other stuff, of course!
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:31 pm (UTC)I could see why you'd be having a little trouble too. I find Gracia difficult to write.
sure send it along I'll look at it
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:43 pm (UTC)Thanks so much! I'll email it along today.
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:25 pm (UTC)dude's at best Roy's corneas are clouded but most likely he lost his optic nerve since the gate seems to nip stuff out
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Date: 2010-04-15 04:36 pm (UTC)I wondered about the optic nerve, and agree with you that the Gate actively takes parts (and indeed took the eyes of that alchemist in that gaiden). The whole business still seems odd to me because as Ed points out, the Gate is all about 'harsh but fair', and Roy didn't actually do anything. I guess we'll see how it pans out? I hope Riza is going to be pointing Roy at stuff like a cannon next chapter, that would be fun.
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Date: 2010-04-15 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-14 02:34 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, love the Creatan whore cologne comment too. ;)
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Date: 2010-04-14 06:06 pm (UTC)I love making Al a touch sarcastic
(My aunt was just whining about my uncle's cologne smelling like a French whore so...)
Oh this ws good!
Date: 2010-04-14 06:46 pm (UTC)Re: Oh this ws good!
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Date: 2010-04-16 01:27 am (UTC)thanks