For Greedling week 2017 on tumblr! I don't think most of these fit the themes, some of them do. However, I still wanted to write something. This is for the seventh day!
Sibling Greedling AU! Little stories of different plot in each chapters.
The last chapter is the only reason why it's rated M and I am terribly sorry for any grammar mistakes I made.
After a long day, he looks forward to nothing, but to relax at home and take a long shower. Then sit lazily on the couch and not do homework; while watching late night tv shows and munching on a few snacks. So, needless to say that the apartment should be clean and in pristine condition.
So why… why does he come home to this mess?!
"Oh! Hey Ling! Everything is under control, no worries!"
So his twin brother reassures him with a huge shit eating grin along with huge ass flames roaring at the stove. The sink and counters splashed with all sorts of color like it was an artist canvas. Pots and pans littered all around the place like a tornado passed through. He can't imagine the state of the rest of the house if this was what the kitchen looked like.
"It's not. What it looks."
So what it suppose to look like?! Not a complete nightmare because that is all he's seeing. His usually slit eyes went wide with a mixture of fury and shock. "GREED!"
"Yes, the one and only! That's me!" Greed cackles in a cheerful tone as he dumps water over the fire, but it does little to tame the heat.
Ling's bag slips from his shoulder as he gawk in horror at his twin's reaction.
"No need to yell! I've got it under control, see with this!" Greed raises the emergency fire extinguisher he had in his hand. Why they had a fire extinguisher was for this sole purpose. A friend of theirs gifted it to them.
"Then use it!" Ling snaps with horror and all his brother does is laugh, never mind the fire.
Greed pauses and mumbles to himself. "How do I…"
"Jesus, give me that!" Ling rushes over to his twin and grabs a hold of the fire extinguisher. However as he did Greed shot a massive of foam all over the place. The pressure knocks both brothers onto the floor, Ling slips back and lands against Greed's chest. Meanwhile, Greed gets hit with the bulk of the force and his brother's weight.
Needless to say that Greed figured out how to use the fire extinguisher and effectively cleared the fire. The only minor outcome was… he in the process created a whole new level of mess.
Ling groans and after everything, his brother huffs. "Anytime you want to get off of me, piss ant?" He really want to punch Greed, so he turns to face him, but he ends up bursting into a fit of laughter. He laughs, hard and that irritates Greed.
"What's so funny?!"
"Y-y-o-haha-u look f-funny!" Ling manages to gasp a he's clenching his chest. He forgets at how angry he's suppose to be with his brother.
Greed snatches a pot of the floor lying on the floor and stares at his reflection. There was foam on his hair and it strangely, made it appear he had a pompadour. Damn, he did look fucking ridiculous. "Stop laughing!"
"S-mm-orry!" Ling snickers, but his command only makes it worse.
Greed couldn't help, but let a small smile stretch across his face when an idea forms in his head. He grabs a fistful of the foam and shoves it onto his brother's face.
A nice beard forms on Ling's face.
"Nice mustache." Greed smirked, revealing a set of sharp teeths.
The two begin to throw a flurry of foam at each other and eventually, they ran out. Though, that doesn't the stop the two childish antics and they begin to wrestle on the floor.
It ends with Greed pinning his brother to the ground… painfully until Ling cries aunty.
"It's uncle, you idiot."
"Oh, well you know what I mean." Ling smiles as the tension eases from him and he sits up with his back against the kitchen cabinet. He surveys the mess and himself, then the time. Leave it to his idiot twin to pull him into stupid shenanigans for the next three hours. Well, not as bad as the police car chase that one time. "Don't tell me, you tried to cook?"
"Obviously, I did. Don't you see the cooking shit all over."
"You… can't cook." He had called his brother to get takeout because he'd be home too late to cook dinner.
Greed fumes like a cat and hisses. "I can cook and when I do, that shit is going to be delicious." He gets up from the floor and grabs the pan with the "food" inside. "Here." He practically shoves it into his brother's hands.
The metal is cool from the foam and whatever was inside of the pan, it was all white now.
"Uhmm, what is it?" Ling was afraid of the answer to this one and didn't want to guess.
"Food. Can't you tell?" Greed scoffs.
Ling winces... that was the answer he was afraid. He loves food, he can't go an hour without stuffing his face. So he knew what food looks like, smells like, tastes like, and feels like. However… this… this abomination in the frying pan is not food. "This is not food, this is a sin against god."
As soon as the word left his mouth, a towel hits his face.
"Hey! Greed, where are you going?!" Ling sputters in bewilderment, almost tripping when his brother gets up and grabs a coat.
"Leaving."
"Leaving?!"
"Leaving. "Greed repeats in a nonchalant tone. "Cause someone is an ungrateful, piss ant."
"What about this mess?!"
Greed bows mockingly. "A gift from yours truly to you, be grateful."
The door slams shut before Ling could protest or even stop his brother. Great. So there goes the rest of his night and he tries his best to clean up the aftermath of the war caused by his brother. "Damn it, Greed." He scrubs and scrubs, wondering every time, what did Greed do in the kitchen?! How can someone mess up this badly at cooking?
He finishes cleaning the stove, counters, fridge, and cabinets. However, it was already three in the morning and he still hasn't wash the pile of dishes in the sink. The word sleepy doesn't begin to describe how exhausted he was. To the point where he couldn't care at how loud the screams were coming from his stomach. "I'll just take a five minute break…" He mumbles against the wooden table and sinks into a dream world.
So is it a surprise he dreams of food?
….
….
….
It was amazing… until he wakes up to the harsh reality. He's now well rested and so he's able to pay attention to his body. No way could he now ignore how painful his stomach cries were.
"Jesus, do you have souls of innocent people or something inside your stomach? It's been shrieking in agony nonstop."
"Greed!" Ling cries with joy and especially when he notices a bag of takeout in his brother's hand.
"Yea, yea. Here." Greed grumbles, using the food to distract his brother from giving him a hug.
Ling eagerly digs in from congee to noodles to rice to buns to dumplings. He loves how Greed knows exactly what to get him to eat; even if his brother can't cook.
Greed watches him and rolls his eyes. "Hey, slow down. You're going to make a mess on the bed."
Ling pouts as he's being treated like a child when Greed wipes his mouth with a napkin. "If I do make a mess, I'm the one who's going to clean it in the end."
"Damn straight."
Ling pauses for a moment from acting like a vacuum cleaner and frowns. Mess… mess. He didn't clean all the stuff in the sink?! And how did he end up in bed?
"Relax, I took care of it all." Greed grabs a container and fork from the bag.
Creepy, but… they were twins after all. "Thanks Greed."
"Course, I take care of what's important to me."