Current F/O and counting:
All with multiple relationship types (romantic, platonic, Familial, or family roles) are likely with multiple alternate universes.
Comics:
Jaime Reyes aka the third blue beetle - romantic (primarily his comic runs (the first three if I remember right), young justice verse, and the couple of movies starting with TT vs JL). primarily talked about here
Khaji Da aka Scarab (DC) - platonic/Qppr
Bart Allen (DC, primarily YJ) - Platonic
Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men/marvel) - Familial, Adoptive Father
Bruce Banner (Marvel) - Familial, father
Hulk - platonic
Steve Rogers - romantic
Thor - romantic
Matthew 'Matt' Murdock aka daredevil - romantic
Gamzee Makara (homestuck) - romantic (pale)
Sollux captor - romantic (flushed)
Mituna captor - platonic
Wayward Vagabond - platonic
Dave Strider - platonic
John Egbert - platonic
Anime:
Hibari Kyoya (Khr) - romantic (possibly/probably as poly)
Yamamoto Takeshi (Khr) - romantic (possibly/probably as poly)
Fon - Platonic
I-Pin - Platonic
Kakashi Hatake - romantic, both poly and solo
Shisui Uchiha (Naruto) - romantic, both poly and solo
Tobirama Senju - romantic, both poly and solo
Izuna Uchiha - romantic, both poly and solo
Naruto Uzumaki - Familial, nephew/ adoptive son/fraternal twin brother
Kushina Uzumaki - Familial, Sister/Mother
Minato Namikaze - Familial, Brother in law/Dad
Hinata Hyuuga - platonic/romantic
Hunk Garrett (voltron) - Romantic
Soul Eater Evans - romantic
Senri Shiki (vampire knight) - Romantic/Platonic
Rima Toya - Romantic/Platonic
Zero Kiryu - Platonic
Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) - Familial, Twin brother
Karin Kurosaki (bleach) - Familial, Younger sister
Yuzu Kurosaki (bleach) - Familial, Younger sister
Yasutora Sado aka Chad (bleach) - romantic
Toushiro Hitsugaya (bleach) - Romantic and Professional as Taichou of the 10th Division.
Kaien Shiba (bleach) - familial, cousin (known in one au)
Rangiku Matsumoto (bleach) - Platonic and Professional as Fukutaichou of the 10th Division.
Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic (MHA) Familial, Father/Twin Brother
Eri (MHA) - Familial/Platonic, my child/niece
Himiko Toga - platonic
Ochako Uraraka - Romantic/Platonic
Izuku Midoriya - Romantic/Platonic
Tenya Iida - Romantic/Platonic
Tsuyu Asui - Romantic/Platonic
Shouto Todoroki - Romantic/Platonic
Denki Kaminari - Romantic/Platonic
Eijirou Kirishima - Romantic/Platonic
Fumikage Tokoyami - Romantic/Platonic
Dark Shadow - Platonic
Hitoshi Shinsou - romantic/Platonic/Familial, adoptive brother
Tamaki Amajiki - romantic
Mirio Togata - platonic/romantic
Nejire Hado - platonic/romantic
Taishiro Toyomitsu aka Fat Gum - Romantic/Platonic
Tensei Iida - Platonic/Familial
Shota Aizawa aka Eraserhead - Platonic/Familial
Nemuri Kayama aka Midnight - Platonic/Familial
Oboro Shirakumo (past) - Platonic/Familial
Dolcetto (fma) - romantic
Greed - Familial/Platonic, Boss, found family
Martel - Familial/Platonic, found family
Roa - Familial/Platonic, found family
Bido - Familial/Platonic, found family
Ulchi - Familial/Platonic, found family
Roy Mustang - Familial, brother
Book/TV shows/movies/movies based on books:
Fili (The Hobbit movies) - Romantic
Gimli Gloinul (Lotr movies) - Familial, cousin
Samwise Gamgee - romantic
Tauriel - platonic
Kili - Familial/Platonic, brother-in-law
Gloin - Familial, uncle
Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - Romantic
Penelope Garcia - Familial, cousin
Derek Morgan- platonic
Rafael Barba (Law and Order SVU) - Romantic
Wen Qing (The Untamed) - romantic
Wen Ning - Familial/Platonic
Jiang Cheng - romantic
Jiang Yanli - Familial/Platonic
Wei Wuxian - Familial/Platonic
Jin Ling - Familial
Ye Zhao (Oh My General) - Romantic
Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones/GoT) - Romantic
Elia Martell - Romantic/Platonic
Aegon Targaryen - Familial
Rhaenys Targaryen - Familial
Ellaria Sand - Romantic
Tyrion Lannister - Romantic/Platonic
Lysa Arryn - Familial, Sister/Aunt/Mother
Robin Arryn - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew
Jon Arryn - Familial, Uncle/Father/Brother-in-law
Catelyn Stark - Familial, Sister/Mother/Aunt
Eddard 'Ned' Stark - Familial, Father/Uncle/Brother-in-law
Robb Stark - Romantic/Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew
Jon Snow - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew
Sansa Stark - Familial, Twin Sister/Cousin/Niece
Arya Stark - Familial, Sister/Cousin/Niece
Brandon 'Bran' Stark - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew
Rickon Stark - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew
Edmund Pevensie (chronicles of Narnia) - Romantic
Tadashi Hamada - romantic
Hiro Hamada - platonic
Baymax - platonic
Perseus "Percy" Jackson - Familial, half brother/cousin
Poseidon (percy jackson) - Familial, father/uncle
William Andrew Solace aka Will (percy jackson) - Familial, Half brother/cousin
Apollo (percy jackson) - Familial, Father/uncle
Luke Castellan - romantic
Alexander Lightwood (shadowhunters + books) - platonic
Isabelle Lightwood - platonic
Max Lightwood - platonic
Simon Lewis - Platonic
Clary Fray/Fairchild - Familial, Adoptive sister
Luke Garroway aka Lucian Graymark - Familial, Uncle/Father figure
Magnus Bane - platonic
William Herondale - romantic
Tessa Gray - romantic
James "Jem" Carstairs - romantic
Bolin (legend of Korra) - platonic/romantic
Bonnie Bennett (the vampire diaries) - Platonic
Caroline Forbes - platonic/Familial
Rebekah Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial/Romantic
Kol Mikaelson -Platonic/Familial/Romantic
Niklaus Mikaelson -Platonic/Familial
Elijah Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial
Finn Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial
Freya Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial
Hope Mikaelson - Familial
Hayley Marshall-Kenner - Platonic/Familial
Davina Claire - Platonic/Familial/Romantic
Marcel Gerard - Platonic/Familial/Romantic
Rosalie Hale (Twilight) - Platonic/Romantic/Familial
Emmett Cullen - Platonic/Romantic/Familial
Jasper Hale Whitlock - Platonic/Romantic/Familial
Embry Call - Platonic/Romantic
Leah Clearwater - Platonic/Romantic
Paul Lahote - Platonic/Romantic
Harry Potter - Familial, nephew/ adoptive son/fraternal twin brother
Lily Potter nee Evans - Familial, Sister/Mother
James Potter - Familial, Brother in law/Dad
Neville Longbottom (HP) - Platonic
Cedric Diggory (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Theodore Nott (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
William "Bill" Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Charles "Charlie" Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Percy Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Fred Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
George Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Luna Lovegood (HP) - Familial/Platonic
Susan Bones (HP) - Platonic
Blaise Zabini (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Daphne Greengrass (HP) - Platonic
Tracy Davis (HP) - Platonic
Padma Patil (HP) - Platonic
Parvati Patil (HP) - Platonic
Penelope Clearwater (HP) - Platonic
Nymphadora Tonks (HP) - Platonic
Remus Lupin (HP) - Platonic/Familial
Sirius Black (HP) - Platonic/Familial
Regulus Black (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Fleur Delcour (HP) - Romantic/Platonic
Games:
Asra Alnazar - romantic
Portia Devorak - romantic
Wyll Ravengard (bg3) - romantic
Jenevelle Hallowleaf aka Shadowheart (bg3) - romantic
Karlach Cliffgate (bg3) - romantic
Thancred Waters (FF14) - romantic
Ascilia aka Minfilia Warde - Platonic
Owyne - romantic/Platonic
Ryne Waters - Platonic/Familial
Alisaie Leveilleur (FF14) - Romantic
Alphinaud Leveilleur (FF14) - Platonic/Familial, Brother-in-law
Regis Lucis Caelum (FF15) - Familial, father
Noctis Lucis Caelum - Familial, half brother
Sylva Via Fleuret - Familial, aunt
Lunafreya Nox Fleuret - Familial, Cousin
Ravus Nox Fleuret - Familial, Cousin
Tredd Furia - Familial, Adoptive cousin/brother figure
Luche Lazarus - platonic
Axis Arra - platonic
Sonitus Bellum - platonic
Nyx Ulric - romantic
Libertus Ostium - platonic
Crowe Altius - platonic/romantic
Pelna Khara - platonic/romantic
Gladiolus 'Gladio' Amicitia - platonic
Ignis Scientia - platonic
Prompto Argentum - platonic
Link (loz) - romantic
Zelda - Familial, half Sister
Riju - Familial, distant relative
Sidon - romantic
Mipha - romantic
Gorou (Genshin Impact) - platonic/Romantic
Itto Arataki - platonic/romantic
Childe aka Tartaglia - Familial, half brother
Nilou - platonic
Kaedehara Kazuha - platonic/romantic
Kamisato Ayaka - platonic
Kamisato Ayato - platonic
Sans (undertale) - Romantic/Platonic/Familial, brother figure
Papyrus - platonic/Familial, Brother figure
Asriel Dreemurr - platonic/romantic
Napstablook - Familial/Platonic, Brother figure
Rosalina (Mario) - Familial, mother figure
Bowser - romantic
King Boo - romantic
Sun (fnaf) - romantic
Moon - romantic
Mei-Ling Zhou (overwatch) - Romantic
Snowball - platonic
Brigitte Lindholm - Romantic
Genji Shimada - Platonic/Romantic
GLaDOS - platonic
Brewster (animal crossing) - Familial
Celeste - Romantic
Blathers - Platonic
Tom Nook - platonic
Timothy 'Timmy' Nook - Familial, nephew
Thomas 'Tommy' Nook - Familial, nephew
Redd - Platonic
Duolingo - Platonic
Fanfics (likely i haven't had the chance to read the source material but the fics are good):
Bharin Kalzik (TBDH) - Familial, father figure
Patrick Kalzik - Familial, father figure
Surajini Kalzik - Familial, mother figure
Quinten Auwren Kalzik - Romantic
Dyshoka Kalzik - Familial, sister figure
Ithycar Deveraine - Familial
Bahn Deveraine - Familial
Aracle Insen Deveraine - Familial
Greta Deveraine - Familial
Ilsa Gorgens Deveraine - Familial, mother figure
Ariki Deveraine - Romantic
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A Stitch in Time Saves Lives- FMA One-shot
Helloooo @dragontamer05 I'm your Secret Santa (pinch-hitter) :DDD Hope your holidays were amazing, and your new year off to a fabulous start <3
Summary: A dry-cleaning accident ruins Greed's jacket, and now the team must come together to save both it and the dog chimera responsible.
Tags: Humor, shenanigans, family, Devil's Nest crew, making fun of Greed's (lack of) taste, Martel has to put up with a lot.
XxXxX
“I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today,” Dolcetto began, his behavior unusually solemn for the typically easy-going dog chimera.
Martel in fact was wondering, because she had been knee-deep in the final book of her favorite period drama, and a secret meeting in the dark sewers underneath The Devil’s Nest with her four obnoxious “brothers” was taking her away from the big finale.
“Are you going to tell us, or are you going to make us guess?” Ulchi griped, crossing his big muscly arms and giving Dolcetto a glare that was nothing short of reptilian.
Without any more preamble, Dolcetto pulled a garment from behind his back and laid it out on the stone floor.
Martel felt her cold blood go just a bit colder.
“Is that . . .” Bido began, horror dripping off every syllable.
Dolcetto nodded. “Greed’s jacket.”
Forbidding silence stole their voices for a long while, the true magnitude of the situation settling heavy on their shoulders. Sewer water bubbled and rushed past as Martel saw visions of their impending doom play out in her mind’s eye in increasingly creative scenarios.
Bido, never one for silent contemplation, couldn’t take it anymore.
“We’re dead!” he wailed, fretting his spongey fingers together, long tail swishing in anxiety. “We’re dead, we’re dead, we’re dead! He’s going to kill you Dolcetto, and then he’s going to kill all of us just because we know!”
Roa, ever the level-headed one, brought a meaty fist down on Bido’s head, effectively halting the tirade.
“What happened?” Martel demanded, hoping no one heard how weak her voice had become.
“Greed’s favorite dry cleaner was closed for Meat Day,” Dolcetto explained, “so I took it to the one on the south side of town. They said it was an accident and offered to buy a new one, but Greed’s had this probably longer than we’ve been alive. I don’t know where you’d even find another jacket as tacky as this one.”
The tacky jacket in question laid incriminatingly between them. Most of it looked great; the black leather was clean, the fur collar fluffy and white, silver buttons attached and gleaming. One sleeve was stretched out neatly, a bit of thread stitching together the small hole Greed had put in the wrist years ago. A good patch job by a reputable dry cleaner.
But the left sleeve, the whole length of it, looked like it had been used as a rottweiler’s tug toy. It was stretched and shredded, the fur cuff of it chewed and mangled almost beyond recognition, the leather torn and scratched and a complete loss.
Oh yes, Greed was going to kill them.
“Anyone want to say a few words?” Ulchi asked. Martel smacked him in the stomach, the highest point she could comfortably reach on the man that claimed to be mixed with a crocodile, but Martel suspected it was probably a giraffe.
“What are we going to do?” Bido fretted, clearly recovered from his previous assault and ready to panic again.
“Where’s Greed now?” Dolcetto asked.
“Sleeping,” Rao said.
Martel quirked an eyebrow. “It’s almost two in the afternoon.”
Rao shrugged. “Guess he had a late night.”
Martel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Probably a late night up to no good. She loved their leader with a loyalty that could rival Dolcetto’s, but Greed’s interests always seemed to be both eccentric and excessive. The man did nothing if not live up to his name.
Dolcetto looked at Martel, his gaze going all glossy and hopeful—the quintessential ‘puppy dog eyes.’ “Can you fix it?”
Martel gave him the quintessential ‘murderous glare.’ “Are you joking?”
Rao crossed his arms. “Don’t you think that’s a little bit sexist?”
Dolcetto shrugged, gesturing to Ulchi and Bido. “It’s not going to be one of those two idiots.”
“Hey!” both objected.
Roa looked at the two idiots in question. “Hm. Point.”
“I’ll have you know I fixed this myself!” Bido said, holding out the sides of his tattered tunic. Martel wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be looking at until she noticed the jagged line around the bottom.
“You’re telling me you cut off the bottom with a box cutter so it would fit your stubby frame, and you think that means you’re fit to fix clothing?”
The chimera glared up at her. “It’s more than you have on your resumé!”
Martel was starting to get a headache.
“So, no one here knows how to fix this?” Dolcetto asked with a resigned sigh.
“I can try,” Roa said, stepping forward. At everyone’s incredulous look, he frowned. “What? My mom taught me some stuff.”
“No judgement,” Dolcetto said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “How long do you need?”
“An hour, to be on the safe side,” he said, bending down to scoop the jacket up in one large hand. “It’s not gonna look the same though.”
“I’ll take functional,” Dolcetto assured him. “Greed might not kill me if it’s functional.”
Roa nodded. “I’ll take it to your room; you’ve got the best light for this kind of thing. Dolcetto, you come with me. He knows you were supposed to pick up the dry cleaning today and he’ll be asking for it if he sees you.”
“Good idea,” Dolcetto agreed. “And you three just . . . keep him busy. He might not even wake up until it’s ready.”
A muffled voice filtered in from the closed wooden door behind them.
“Hey, Martel? Roa? Where is everybody?”
The group let out a collective groan.
“So much for that,” Martel groused.
“I can’t go in there!” Bido cried, pulling his tail to his chest like a teddy bear. “I’m too weak! I’ll tell him everything!”
Martel resisted the urge to smack him on the back of the head. “Fine, stay here.”
“You can’t leave me here alone!” he howled, dropping his tail to snatch her by the shirt. “It’s dark, and what if he comes out here looking for me?!”
“You are completely useless,” Dolcetto sighed. “Ulchi, stay out here with the snitch. Martel, I guess that means you’re running interference alone.”
And she was so excited about it.
“Grand.”
XxXxX
“Hey, Martel,” Greed said when Martel finally emerged from the cellar. She carried a bottle of something probably expensive and completely incompatible with her tastes if she’d bothered to look, but she needed a reason to be in the cellar, and getting a drink was probably a better excuse than looking for root vegetables.
The homunculus looked around the empty bar, his neck strangely long without the cover of his fur-lined jacket. “Where is everybody?”
Martel was accomplished in many things, from tactics to assassinations, but she was a terrible liar.
Oh well. May as well try to save Dolcetto’s neck, and by extension her own. Being a team player and all that.
“They’re all out with Dolcetto getting the dry cleaning.”
Greed frowned, his violet eyes narrowing. “All of them?”
“Guess there was a lot of laundry,” Martel shrugged and hoped it came across nonchalant.
“Ulchi was supposed to be watching to door,” he groused. “If those kids try to sneak back in here, we’re going to have the military all over us for serving minors.”
Martel was pretty sure the verbal exchange said kids had with Roa had discouraged any future attempts at sneaking into The Devil’s Nest, and that if that didn’t work, the way Dolcetto had chased after them like a blood hound after a fox surely did. She’d never seen kids move so fast.
“No kids have tried to get in this morning. Hey, would you mind helping me with something?” She fought off a wince at how unnatural the request sounded.
Greed cocked his head to the side. “You want my help?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. Too quickly.
Keep it together.
“With what?”
She was horrified to realize she hadn’t thought that far ahead. Dolcetto just said to get him away from the cellar door, then keep him occupied.
Occupied with what?
Maybe she should have asked.
“My closet.”
“Your . . .closet?”
“Yes. Very disorderly. I need some help with organization . . . stuff.”
Greed quirked one dark eyebrow. “Martel, I’ve known you for five years. You’ve never so much as misplaced a sock, much less needed help organizing your closet.”
Where did the idiot that frequently asked Roa to knock his own head of his shoulders for kicks get the gall to be observant?
“Fine!” Martel huffed. “I need help rearranging my room.”
Greed’s look of concern turned sleezy. Martel reflexively gripped the bottle tighter. “Babe, if you wanted to spend some quality time with me, you should have just asked—”
Thunk.
“Owe!”
Maybe bringing a bottle up from the cellar wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
XxXxX
If Roa didn’t hurry, Martel wasn’t sure they would have a fearless leader to surprise anymore.
“To the left,” she instructed.
“We already moved it to the left.”
“More to the left.”
“It’s right back where we started!”
“That was before we moved the dresser.”
“We moved the dresser back where we started!”
“If you didn’t want to help me, you should have just said so!” she spat, wrenching the bedframe out of his grip and dragging it to the left. Exactly where it had been thirty minutes ago before she and Greed had rearranged her room.
She was a woman of precision and order, and her room had been exactly the way she wanted it since she’d moved in.
Maybe Dolcetto should have given her a little more guidance than “keep him occupied.”
“I’m helping, aren’t I?” Greed groused, crossing his bare arms.
“Debatable.”
“Why are we moving the furniture in a circle, and why aren’t the guys back yet?” Greed’s eyes narrowed again, something lighting behind the suspicion.
His eyes widened.
“They’re here, aren’t they?”
Martel’s hands went cold. “I told you they all—”
“Went out for the laundry, yeah, yeah,” Greed waved her off, heading for the door. “Lying to your boss. I should fire you,” he grumbled, stalking out into the hallway.
“Wait!” Martel called, slipping past him to block his way as only a snake could, raising her arms to bar his advance. “They’re trying to surprise you!”
He regarded her blandly. “The only thing surprising to me right now is how you have a bed, a dresser, and a nightstand in your room, and you managed to make me waste half an hour moving it absolutely nowhere.” He pushed past her, stopping in front of Bido’s door and throwing it open.
Inside was dark, the curtains drawn tightly shut, and a pungent, musty sort of smell assaulted her tongue.
Greed shut the door faster than he’d opened it. “We have got to make that little gremlin clean his room.”
Martel was a little too smell-shocked to comment.
Taking advantage of her distraction, he threw open the next door.
Roa and Dolcetto, both sitting cross-legged on the dusty floorboards, stared back at them like deer in the headlights.
Very guilty deer in the headlights, if Martel was any judge.
“Ah-ha!” Greed declared, stalking forward. Dolcetto shuffled a pile of leather and fluff behind his back like a culpable toddler, and Roa slowly scraped a few pieces of leather under his pant leg. “You two nitwits made my best soldier lie to me, and I’d like to know why.”
Dolcetto shot her a look of utter betrayal. Martel stuck her forked tongue out at him and flicked it once. Served him right, ruining her afternoon with his idiocy.
“Look Boss,” he began, getting to his feet, hands clutching the evidence of his crime behind his back. “I have some bad news, and some good news.”
Greed crossed his arms, sighing both loudly and dramatically. “I can’t wait.”
As for Martel, she took a small step backwards.
“The bad news is . . . your leather jacket was maimed in a dry-cleaning accident.”
Greed stared at Dolcetto.
Dolcetto stared at Greed.
Martel was pretty sure she heard every muscle in Greed’s body snap tight.
“What . . . did you say?” The last word had a fury of a thousand souls in it, chilling Martel to the bone.
Martel took another step back, just to be safe.
“My jacket?! I always get everything I want Dolcetto, but that jacket was everything I loved!” Greed snarled, stalking forward, forcing Dolcetto back. Martel hadn’t seen Greed this angry since Bido accidentally left a tuna fish sandwich in his new car for three days in August. “I’ve had that jacket longer than you’ve been alive, dog boy!”
Dolcetto had gone an interesting shade of pasty white. “The good news is,” he quickly added, voice crackling like an octogenarian’s knees, “is that we made some improvements!” Without further delay, the chimera whipped out the remains of the jacket, crouching behind it like a shield.
It was Greed’s jacket alright, but . . . less.
In fact, it was missing both sleeves.
The jacket had become a vest, and in a bizarre twist of fate Martel could have never predicted, it somehow looked even worse for it.
Dolcetto was in for it now.
But instead of bridging the gap and wrapping his ultimately-shielded fingers around Dolcetto’s throat, Greed reached forward and gently took the vest in his hands.
He turned it over, examining the empty sleeves, the hem, the fur.
“This looks . . . great.”
. . . great?
“It does?” Martel and Dolcetto asked in unison.
“It does,” Greed said, slipping it on over his black shirt. The thing looked absolutely ridiculous on him, and with a sinking feeling, Martel was beginning to realize that was the reason he liked it so much. “I didn’t think this jacket could get any better and it did!” he grinned, admiring his own biceps in his now sleeveless jacket. “Man, this looks a lot better! I thought I was going to have to kill you Dolcetto.”
“Heh. . . heh . . .” Dolcetto forced an unconvincing laugh. “Real funny, Boss.”
“Oh, I wasn’t kidding, I like this jacket more than I like you,” Greed clarified, running his hands over the soft fur collar. “But you guys really outdid yourselves this time.”
“Nice to be irreplaceable,” Dolcetto growled, shuffling back behind Roa, seemingly in case Greed suddenly discovered a sense of taste and hated the vest.
Thump, thump.
Everyone froze, listening.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
“What on earth . . .” Greed began but didn’t get to finish before Bido burst into the room.
Martel narrowly avoided a door to the nose.
“Dolcetto did it!” Bido screamed, eyes wild and red-rimmed, tail swinging violently behind him. “It was Dolcetto, not me, and I can prove it!”
Ulchi stomped into the room on the other chimera’s heels, panting hard.
“Sorry guys, I tried to stop him. Little weasel is slippery.”
“Gecko,” Bido corrected hotly, turning back to their boss. “Greed, I had nothing to do with it! They were holding me in the sewers against my will or I would have told you sooner!”
Dolcetto made a very canine-sounding growl. “Bido.”
Bido flinched, hunching his neck into the cowl of his tunic like a cowering turtle as he turned to face the other chimera. Bido was an idiot, but he could take a hint.
“Yeah, yeah, we already know all that,” Greed said dismissively, waving a hand like he would shoo a fly.
Bido blinked. “You do?”
“Yup.”
His eyes darted from Dolcetto back to Greed. “And Dolcetto is . . . still alive?”
“Yup,” Dolcetto responded, the vaguest promise of a threat in his voice.
Bido swallowed loudly. “Oh.”
“Well,” Greed began with a wide, toothy yawn. “This was fun guys, but I’m gonna go take a nap.”
Dolcetto frowned. “You just got up.”
“Yeah, well, it’s rough managing a business.”
“Roa manages the business,” Martel muttered.
“It’s rough pretending that I manage the business,” Greed snarked back, pushing past Martel and out into the hall.
Everyone stared at each other for a few seconds, basking in the relief of an operation well-executed.
Then Martel had a terrible thought.
“Dolcetto . . . you said Greed’s jacket was ruined in a dry-cleaning accident.”
Dolcetto went very still very quickly.
“Yes . . .”
The terrible thought bloomed into a burning flame.
“Where are my clothes, Dolcetto?”
Dolcetto took a small step back. “Um, that’s a very good question Martel—”
“Where are my clothes?” Ulchi asked, a note of panic in his voice. “I only own three shirts, and you dropped off two of them!”
“My pants?!” Bido demanded. “That was the only pair that fit!”
“Look guys, I don’t—”
Roa finally got off the ground, towering over Dolcetto at his full height. “My suit?”
Martel had never seen a man run so fast.
“Get back here!” Ulchi screeched, flying out the door after him. “You owe me shirts!”
Roa lumbered after them, Bido on his heels, leaving Martel to stare at the scraps of Greed’s jacket and Dolcetto’s open closet door.
An open closet filled with clothes.
And she smiled.
You know what they say: When life gives you lemons, steal a roommate’s clothes and make lemonade.
To be fair, Martel got a couple of pairs of very nice cargo pants out of the deal.
And if Dolcetto’s kimono was suddenly missing its sleeves, he never asked about it.
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Fin
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A.N: I had a lot of fun with this one (but let's be honest, I usually do xD). I've never written for the Devil's Nest crew, so this was a nice little exercise away from my typical Ed or Roy POV lol. Comments/reblogs are treasured, and I will post to AO3/FFN at some point as well. Hope you enjoyed!
God Bless,
-RainFlame
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