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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Comfortember 2020 Day 5: Cuddling Word Count: 1068 Author: Katie/Ally (aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl) Rating: T Characters: Black Hayate, Team Mustang Warnings: NA Summary: All Hayate wants in life is some cuddles. Well, that and peanut butter. But definitely cuddles. Notes: I really wanted to make this a “five times” story, but it just didn’t work out that way.

Cuddles

Fuery:

Hayate padded up to the dark-haired man, watching him for a moment before giving a soft whine and gently pawing at his leg. He wanted his attention. Mistress had been gone for a while, and Hayate missed her. Fuery looked down at him and smiled, before squatting down to his level.

“I know,” he said. “You miss her. But the Lieutenant will be back soon. I promise.”

Fuery gave him a good scratch, then stood up again, finished whatever it was that he was doing, and then walked back towards the couch. He gave a soft “C’mon,” and Hayate followed along. When Fuery sat down, Hayate jumped up on the couch with him. Mistress didn’t always let him do this, but Fuery did sometimes! Hayate was in luck this time. Fuery shifted around and brought Hayate into his lap.

Hayate settled in, not minding that Fuery was reading a book, or drinking a hot drink of something. He simply laid there and accepted the cuddles that Fuery was giving him. He wasn’t Mistress, but Fuery gave good cuddles.

Falman:

There wasn’t a lot of room on this trip, but Hayate was thrilled that he got to come along. He didn’t always get to come on Missions, and he was more than excited that he got to come on this one! The Pack was packed tightly in two cars, and Hayate didn’t know which one he was going to be in. He wanted to be with Mistress, but he didn’t know if that’s where he was going to be. The Pack talked and then, after a few moments, he was picked up and deposited in the backseat of a car with Falman. Hayate wiggled around, trying to find the best way to sit. It wasn’t easy. There wasn’t a lot of room to sit or lay comfortably. There was too much stuff in here!

“Here, boy.”

Hayate raised his head at Falman’s voice. Falman patted his lap, and Hayate didn’t waste any time. He moved right into Falman’s lap, giving the tall man a little lick. Falman didn’t seem to mind, and his hands started moving to scratch at the places that Hayate liked the best. With a contented sigh, Hayate settled into the scratches and the cuddles.

Breda:

Missions were things that Hayate only sometimes got to go on. Overnight missions were decidedly less common. But Mistress and Colonel had brought him along and he had been thrilled to help. He had traveled from Pack Member to Pack Member over the stay, taking turns getting and giving attention with them.

All except for Breda.

But now it was night, and Breda was asleep. The rest of the Pack was sleeping or busy, and Hayate decided that maybe now was a good time to go to Breda. Carefully he climbed next to the man, eventually laying on top of him, and cuddling in tightly. It was warm, and comfortable, and Breda’s arm sort of seemed to curl around him. Hayate let out a sigh. He was content sleeping there, cuddled in with Breda.

He never did understand why Breda screamed so loudly in the morning.

Havoc:

Hayate liked Havoc. And Havoc liked Hayate. He didn’t always like the smoking sticks that Havoc had, but he did like Havoc. So, when Havoc came outside and sat under the tree that Hayate was under and pulled out one of his smoking sticks, making it smoke, well, Hayate decided to go to the man anyway. He seemed kind of sad.

Havoc heard him coming and looked over at Hayate. He reached out to him, giving him a scratch on the head. Hayate leaned into it.

“Hey boy,” he said with a sigh. “Hope you don’t mind me joining you. I don’t really feel like sitting in the office and listening to being teased about another girl dumping me.”

Hayate whined a little, and then pushed further into Havoc’s lap. Havoc chuckled a little but let Hayate do as he wanted. “Alright, alright boy. You settle in and I’ll tell you all about her.”

Hayate’s tail wagged, and he settled in for cuddles and scratches.

Mustang:

Colonel liked to nap. Mistress didn’t always like it when he napped, but Colonel still liked to nap. Right now, Mistress was out of the Office and at the Range and so had left Hayate here. Colonel had fallen asleep not long afterwards. There weren’t many others in the Office either, and so Hayate made a decision. If Colonel wanted to nap, then Hayate wanted to nap with him. Colonel wasn’t very asleep yet, so this should be fine. He walked over to Colonel and jumped in his lap.

Colonel started “What--!” he said, but then looked down at Hayate, who was busy making himself comfortable in Colonel’s lap. Colonel chuckled.

“I see. You want a nap too. Alright. Let’s take one together, at least until Hawkeye gets back and yells at us both.” Colonel yawned, and ran his hands over Hayate, before it slowed, and they both fell asleep together, cuddled up.

Hawkeye:

Hayate wasn’t always allowed on the bed. Mistress didn’t allow it. Except when she did. Sometimes she did. This seemed like one of the nights that she would let him on the bed. He whined from the floor as he heard her. She was moving on the bed, making distressed noises, and panting. It was like she was in a Fight or on a Mission, but she was asleep.

Hayate knew what this was. This was a Nightmare. Nightmares were Not Good. They made Mistress Upset and made her Sad and Angry.

It got worse, and Hayate didn’t wait anymore. Hayate jumped on the bed, and started whining and pawing at Mistress, licking her face and trying to wake her up. It took a few moments, but Mistress suddenly jerked awake with a gasp. She was breathing hard, but she didn’t have Gun in her hand, which was good. After a second, she turned to look at Hayate.

“…Thank you,” she said, and reached out to pet him.

Hayate moved into it, and then into her lap. Mistress sat there and cuddled him for a while, until she finally seemed calm again. Then she laid back down, but she kept Hayate with her. Hayate didn’t mind. He just cuddled up with her for the night. They would both sleep well now.

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vannahfanfics · 5 years

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An Understanding

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang

Riza sat patiently on the hospital bed, gazing at the wall with tired eyes as the nurse wrapped her arm in thick, white bandages. Her shoulder was throbbing with pain, despite the painkillers that they had administered her, like snakes of fire shooting down her arm and back from the gunshot wound that had only been stitched shut a few minutes ago. As the nurse tied off the bandage, Riza glanced down to see that the wound was still leaking blood, staining the pristine whiteness a dark shade of red. Not that she could complain about any of it. It had been her own reckless actions that had earned her yet another scar on her body.

“Now, try not to move too much so that the wound can fully close,” the nurse instructed as she rose straightened up. “For the next week, the bandages should be changed approximately every twelve hours. Would you like for me to explain how to do so, Miss Hawkeye?” She asked politely. Riza shook her head and stood up to grab her uniform jacket and slide her good arm into the sleeve.

“No need. This isn’t my first gunshot wound,” she responded simply, wincing as she eased the other arm into the sleeve. She moved stiffly, but her shoulders still flared with intense pain. I don’t want to take any more painkillers. It will dull my senses, she thought as she carefully buttoned up her jacket. She bowed politely to the slightly stunned nurse, who was clearly not accustomed to dealing with members of the military, before retrieving her things and exiting the room.

“Lieutenant,” came the voice she had been dreading and hoping to hear. She stopped at the door, her eyes sliding to where Roy was leaned against the white walls with his arms crossed and his expression taut. He’s angry with me, she realized. That was to be expected. Roy Mustang was the type of man who would sacrifice himself to ensure his underlings remained out of harm's way. It was a part of him she loved, but also a part of him that made them clash incessantly. She saluted him properly, thankful that it was not that arm that had suffered the injury, and he sighed deeply and straightened up to walk over to her. His eyes fell on her injured shoulder, his expression growing sad.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

“Not really, sir,” she answered, then swallowed as he suddenly slammed a fist into the door frame beside her head. His expression had turned thunderous, now, and she heard the nurse in the room squeak in alarm. Trying to contain his rage, Roy grabbed her by her good arm and dragged her over to an empty side hallway. “Colonel, sir-" she objected, but he whipped around on her and her words died in her throat.

“I told you to run away. What part of that wasn’t clear?” he growled at her. Riza's cheeks flared with anger, but she remained composed as she stood stock-still in front of her superior.

“I wasn’t going to leave you, sir,” she answered firmly.

Earlier that day, Colonel Mustang and his squad had been dispatched to deal with another rogue alchemist. They had been cropping up frequently as of late, leading to many dangerous situations and quite a bit of paperwork. The confrontation had been with a specialist in gun transmutation, and the situation had gotten dicey when they had fallen into an ambush prepared by the perpetrator and his small gang of followers. Having not anticipated a group assault, the colonel had ordered a retreat, but had of course intended to fend off the foes himself. The fool had his pride, and Riza wasn’t going to allow him to die for it. So, she had stayed, and had earned the gunshot wound and their victory. Roy, however, was more concerned about the wound than anything else.

“I had the situation handled,” Roy mumbled grumpily. His anger at her was fading, now that he realized that she was more or less unhurt, but her insubordinance, particularly the kind that ending up with her in harm's way, was a sore spot for him. “I ordered you all to fall back. Why did you stay?”

“I thought you needed some backup, sir,” she answered honestly. Why doesn’t he understand? It’s my role to protect him, she thought in frustration. Roy didn’t take lightly to that, and pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. She wanted to yell and scream at him to get it through his thick skull, but she knew that wasn’t her place. I know he cares about me, but he has to understand that I am completely capable of holding my own. After a minute of stewing, he sighed deeply and ran a hand over his face, gazing at her with his intense, dark eyes.

“You have the rest of the day of, Lieutenant. Go home,” he muttered. Riza had no choice but to bow her head in submission. After clapping her lightly on her uninjured shoulder, he walked past her, brushing against her slightly. He paused for a moment. “Lieutenant… Don’t you dare disobey another order.” She felt like a sharp knife slashed through her heart as he said that, and continued to walk away without looking back. She couldn’t help but turn and watch him leave, his cape billowing after him. Why can’t he understand? I want to protect him, she thought miserably.

Riza did as she was bid and returned home to her apartment. Black Hayate picked up on her gloom right away, for when she walked into the door he ran up to her legs and began wagging his tail, whimpering. Smiling slightly, she leaned down to pat him on the head before walking over to the couch and sinking down into the cushions. She leaned back, relaxing as much as she could with her aching shoulder, and Black Hayate hopped up into her lap. Through half-lidded eyes, she stared up at the ceiling while scratching her puppy's head half-heartedly. It was always when she went home alone that her heart ached. He can be so kind, but sometimes he can be so cruel, too.

The rest of the day passed like a dream as she brooded over the argument. She tried to distract herself by cleaning her gun or reading or playing with Black Hayate, but the damned fool always crept back into her mind. That night, she lay in her bed in her nightdress staring at the ceiling with tears stinging her eyes. Why? I just want him to understand.

She jolted upright as a knocking sound echoed through the small apartment, and the rapid motion made her gasp as fiery pain bloomed up her arm. She glanced down to see that a red stain was spreading across her bandages. Sighing deeply, she endured the pain to stand up and walk across the apartment to see who was knocking on her door. She unlatched the lock and turned the door, swinging it open. Her eyes widened at the man standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” Roy muttered awkwardly, avoiding her gaze with one hand shoved into his pants pocket and the other clutching a bottle of wine. He was in his civilian clothes.

“Hey,” she stammered back, unsure how to react at the sight of her grumpy superior in her doorstep. He swallowed nervously, fidgeting, before thrusting the bottle into her hands.

“Here. I know you like it. It’s, um… an apology,” he sputtered, and she was shocked to find that his cheeks had grown slightly red. Riza blinked, then chuckled and accepted the gift. My favorite, she thought with a small smile. Roy shoved his other hand in his pocket, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It was amazing how confident he was on the job, but all of that melted away when it was just the two of them on the outside. Gazing down at the bottle and feeling her gloom finally fading away, she just stood there in silence until she heard him cough uncomfortably, “You’re bleeding.”

“Oh,” she murmured, returning to reality. Blood was dripping down her arm now, the bandage too full of the substance to absorb any more. “I guess I moved it too much.”

“Come here,” Roy sighed and grabbed her hand, shoving past her to pull her into the kitchen, pausing only to kick the door shut behind them. He plopped her down into one of the kitchen chairs and began rifling through her kitchen drawers, searching for the first-aid kit.

“Third drawer on the left,” she called quietly as she set the wine bottle on the table and leaned back in the chair, not sure how to feel about the situation. Roy found what he was looking for and walked back to where she was sitting, grabbing a chair in spinning it around to drop it in front of her. He sat down in front of her and indicated for her begin taking off the bandages.

“They’re wrapped around my chest, you know,” she told him as she shrugged out of the top of her nightgown, letting it fall around her waist. Thankfully, the wrappings covered her entire bust, but that didn’t stop her from feeling mildly embarrassed. If it bothered Roy, he didn’t show it.

“I’m just going to change the ones on your arm,” he responded as he took out a small pair of scissors and began cutting away the soiled bandages. Riza sat patient and still as he went to work, but the feeling of his fingers brushing across her skin made her heart begin to palpitate. Roy remained strangely quiet as he worked, tossing the ruined bandages onto the table. After a minute her entire upper arm and shoulder was exposed, with just a thin thread of bandages holding the wrappings around her bust in place. She prayed for them to hold. Roy stood up to wet a dishrag, then sat back down in front of her to clean the blood off her arm. It was a lot more than she had realized; soon the soft cloth was stained dark red all over. As the stitches of her gunshot wound came into view, the colonel's hand faltered.

“Sir?” She inquired, wondering why he was staring so intently at her injury. She blushed lightly when he suddenly sighed and leaned his forehead against her upper arm, a few inches down from her stitching.

“It’s my fault,” he muttered suddenly. He's… blaming himself? She blinked. It wasn’t unlike him, but he had been so angry with her before. “I yelled at you, but really I was just projecting my own self-loathing. I shouldn’t have let you get hurt.” Riza gazed down at him for a moment, and then her eyes softened and she reached up to gently pat him on the head, softly stroking his black hair. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed the right thing to do.

Here, he’s just Roy, and I’m just Riza, she reminded herself as she felt a little awkward. Roy didn’t admonish her, just remained still as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I think it’s safe to say that we're both to blame here,” he conceded. “You shouldn’t have tried to shoulder everything on your own, but I shouldn’t have been reckless, either.” At that, Roy turned his head to gaze up at her with sad but hopeful eyes. “It happened, though, and if I had to do it again, I would,” she told him firmly. His lips curled into a smile, and he reached up to take her hand as he sat up straight. He held her hand in his for a moment before letting it drop into her lap.

“I guess that’s fair,” he mused quietly. “You’re so stubborn, Riza.”

“You’re just going to have to learn to live with it, sir,” she smiled warmly. He does understand. He just wants to do the same for me. That thought made her heart swell, but she refrained from allowing the emotion to show on her face. Roy, seemingly cheered up, finished cleaning off her arm and wound a fresh set of bandages around her arm. When he finished, she slipped back into her nightgown while Roy cleaned up after himself. “Are you leaving?” She asked abruptly as he made for the door.

“I see no reason to stay,” he replied, and she felt slightly sad. Her eyes slid to the bottle of wine.

“I was just thinking it would be a shame to drink this all by myself, sir,” she said casually. He gazed at her long and hard for a moment, and even she wasn’t sure what was going on inside that head of his. Then he smiled, and walked back over to reclaim his empty chair.

“Yes. What a shame that would be,” he winked at her, and grabbed the bottle of wine by the neck. Riza couldn’t help but let the smile spread over her lips.

Roy… Someday I’ll be able to tell you just how I feel about you. The time hadn’t come yet, though. For now, she was just content to drink the night away with him by her side…

Enjoy this story? Here’s Part II! Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

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writer-and-artist27 · 5 years

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Video Game Dialogue

Since Fate: Grand Order has kinda taken a bit of my time for destressing purposes, I couldn’t help but remember this old drawing and decided to explore it a bit more. Basically, me getting the chance to write Tomoko a bit more in a video game setting, where she interacts with someone new. That someone being you as the reader/player.

Think of the following under the cut as a What-If where fanfictions could get games and Tomoko was your helper character. Also, this is to see how many character references I can smash into one post!

Tagging @langwrites, @owlsofstarlight, @abalisk, and @hylianhick here too since their characters are mentioned.

Opening the game for the first time: “Oh! Hi! Welcome to Konoha!” (waves at you with a smile) “I’m Hoshino Tomoko! What’s your name?”

Opening the game after establishing a save file: “Hi, [Player’s Name]! Welcome back!” (smiles) “It’s good to see you!”

You’ve played the game for more than 2 hours: “I’m glad to see you hard at work at something, but make sure to take a break, please?” (smiles wryly) “It’s better to have just one workaholic in the group.”

You’re playing at 12 am at night: (frowns at you, arms crossed) “...Not to sound rude, but please go get some sleep. Work doesn’t look as great when you’re sleep deprived. Take care of yourself!”

It’s your Birthday: (lights are off before candles light themselves, revealing a cake) “Happy Birthday to you~” (room slowly lights up, revealing Tomoko behind the cake, beaming and singing) “Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you, dear [Player’s Name]! Happy Birthday~! To~ you~!”

During an Event: “Huh, there’s something going on outside. Make sure to suit up with whatever you need and be careful, okay?”

You just won a trophy: “Congrats on the newest achievement! I’ll go get the cake! Hm? Yes, yes, I made a cake. And it’s all for you!” (grins)

You’ve won a battle: “Congrats on the win! Make sure to heal up when you can!” (pauses) “Hm? You want a break?” (smiles happily) “I can play piano for you!”

You’ve lost a battle: (reaches over to pat your head, voice soft) “I get it’s frustrating. It’s okay to feel that way. You did a lot. Take what time you need to recover, think, or really vent. I’ll always be here if you need me. For now, what can I do for you?”

You come back to the game after a long period away: “Eh?” (gasps) “[Player’s Name]...” (tears up before smiling softly) “Welcome back. And yes, before you say anything. I did miss you. Where have you been?”

Loved Ones: “Who I love? Um. Mama, Papa, Sakumo-jichan, Wataru-jichan, Miyako-bachan, Team Minato, Haya-kun, Jack-nii, Leith-nee, Saber, Archer...” (counts off fingers) “Kuroha-san, Kei - eh?” (shakes head, face red) “I-I am not blushing! Please stop focusing on that, [Player’s Name]!”

Likes: “What I like? Hmmm... the piano, being with my friends and family, baking, no war whatsoever, dreamless sleep, and uh...” (blushes) “Can I say lots of hugs? I mean, I’d like to hug you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfy, so...” (giggles nervously) “I’ll just leave it at that. What do you like, [Player’s Name]?”

Dislikes: “What I don’t like?” (immediately frowns) “The entire ninja system, war, and bullshit fighting tactics. Konoha’s seen its fair share of bad stuff. Um. Just don’t tell Team Minato I said that first part, please?” (shakes head) “Also, I’m not for sex, bullying, and any form of abuse. Eh? What I mean by the first part? I-I mean, it’s fine for others to like sex, I’m just not for it myself...” (smiles sadly) “When it’s all okay, I’ll tell you that story another time, [Player’s Name].”

Conversation 1: “You certainly have some time on your hands. What can I do for you?”

Conversation 2: “When do you want to head out, [Player’s Name]? Do you want me to set you off with some blueberry muffins? Or are cookies better?” (blinks) “Wait a minute, maybe granola would be a better choice...”

Conversation 3: “You’ve really come a long way since we met, [Player’s Name].” (smiles softly) “You’re amazing, y’know that? Keep up the good work. Just remember to take breaks every now and then, and if you need music, just visit the Cafe. I’ll be there. Hm? I look sad?” (shakes head) “No, no, I’m just...thinking. If you’re worried, all I ask is to please come by and visit me every now and then, okay? I’d like to check up on you.”

Conversation 4 (Requires Uchiha Obito): “Eh - Obi! Aaaah, it’s good to see you! Hehehe, you’re tall now. You should’ve told me you were around [Player’s Name] sooner! I would’ve made an extra helping of muffins for you!” (pouts before smiling softly, opening arms) “C’mon, you owe me a hug. You absolute goof. I love you too. And you don’t have to cry now. I said I’d be there and support you whenever I could, didn’t I? Now get over here.”

Conversation 5 (Requires Nohara Rin): “Ricchan! You’ve been keeping up the medicine! Ehhhh? I know I saw you just yesterday on hospital duty, I just like seeing you! Blame a civilian girl for loving her ninja friends! Muu.” (rolls eyes before giggling) “I have my keyboard, I can play something for you again! Yay! Or, if you want to go out for shopping, we can go!”

Conversation 6 (Requires Hatake Kakashi): “Kashi... you’ve definitely mellowed out since I’ve last seen you. Are you taking care of yourself properly? Yes, yes, I know you’re helping [Player’s Name], and that you can live on your own now, but you should know me after all these years. I worry about you because you’re my friend, okay? I can get some Scooby Snacks for you and the ninken.” (blinks) “Oh? Broiled saury? Okay.” (smiles) “Welcome home, Kashi.”

Conversation 7 (Requires Gekko Hayate): “Hi, Haya-kun.” (smiles fondly) “You’ve definitely gotten taller than me. Even though I would like to be a bit taller, oh well. The fact that you’re helping out [Player’s Name] and fighting just as well as everyone else really shows how far you’ve come from that little boy I hugged all the time. You dork. Let me go get a banana-muffin for you and [Player’s Name] before you head out again.”

Conversation 8 (Requires Yuki Judai): “Papa... You’re heading out again, with the headband.” (sad smile) “I know you want to, I wasn’t going to stop you, even though I really really want to. You’re my only Papa, of course I love you a lot. Just be safe out there, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name.]” (blushes with a frown) “Y-You didn’t have to kiss me on the head, Papa! [Player’s Name] is still looking!” (still smiles) “Okay, okay. I know. I love you too, Papa.”

Conversation 9 (Requires Hoshino Hikari): “Mama... When did you get that spear? I feel like I should be worried, especially since I’ve never seen you fight before, but I know you’re really strong in your own way. Just come home quick, okay? It gets lonely without you, and I still need to learn how to dance better. You’re my dance instructor, and no one else does it better than you. Not to mention all the clothes. I guess... yeah. I love you, Mama.”

Conversation 10 (Requires Hatake Sakumo): “Sakumo-jichan, you’re sure?” (pauses) “I know, I know. Just, just give me a hug and let me play you something before you go out with [Player’s Name], okay? And be safe.” (opens arms) “Love you too, Sakumo-jichan.”

Conversation 11 (Requires Gekko Miyako): “You definitely look tough with that headband on, Miyako-bachan. Eh? You’ll come back soon?” (smiles) “Aye. I could already tell with the look in your eyes. Kei has the same look when she heads out too. I know, I’ll do my best to keep up the base when you’re gone. And I’ll make sure to have some tea when you get back.” (giggles nervously) “D-Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to not be lonely. I love you, Miyako-bachan.”

Conversation 12 (Requires Gekko Wataru): “Wataru-jichan... hee hee. You definitely look handsome with the headband on. But you know what I’m going to say, right?” (smiles wryly) “Now I know where Kei gets her dorkiness from. No offense intended, Wataru-jichan, you’re silly sometimes. But that’s what makes you the Wataru-jichan I love a lot. Just come back soon, okay? And be as safe around your explosives as you can be. I love you, Wataru-jichan.”

Conversation 13 (Requires Gekko Keisuke): “Kei...” (unsure smile) “Hey. You’re a dork, you know that? I’m guessing you’re heading out again. Another mission? With [Player’s Name]?” (sighs) “I don’t even know where to start. You know me, and I know you’re going to call me out for being too emotional or broody or something.” (pauses) “Eh? You’re not calling me out? Or going out yet? Then... why?” (blinks) “Inertia? Again? And you just wanted to check in... Oh.” (turns face away, ears red as she opens her arms) “...Just give me a hug, you ridiculous swordsman. I love you too much and frickin’ missed you like all hell, now get over here before I want to throttle you. Or tackle you.”

Conversation 14 (Requires Kuroki Otoha): “Kuroha-san! Welcome back. You’re working with [Player’s Name] too?” (smiles happily) “I’m glad to see you nonetheless. Friends seem to like coming back, and I’m glad that you do. Do you want to make mochi together? Kei’s here too! I think. What I do know is that you’re here, we get to spend time together, and you deserve some nice things.” (opens arms) “I missed you too, Kuroha-san. So, hug?”

Special Conversation 1 (Requires Davy Jackson): “Nii! Hi!” (blushes a light pink from embarrassment) “I love you too. I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. Things happen, and well, you’ve met Kei. And [Player’s Name]. They’ve both taken up seats in my heart. You’re still here, though.” (pauses) “...With a beard and abs.” (ducks head, ears pink) “Could I ask for a carry hug? Like when I was little?” (pause) “I just missed you. And your hugs, and Mr. Hat, and Wendy-nee, and everything back there. I still love you.”

Special Conversation 2 (Requires Leith): “Hi, Leith-nee. You’ve certainly changed since I last saw you. In the good way. Is Ace-nii doing alright? I hope he is, since you look happier. Eh? You’re a mom now? And I’m an auntie?” (blushes a bright pink) “Th-That’s new. I wasn’t expecting that. For now, though...” (opens arms) “I’m still your Princess. So, um. Can I ask for a hug? I missed you.”

Special Conversation 3 (Requires Arturia Pendragon, Saber version): “Saber... You look more satisfied now, with that invisible weapon in your hand. You’re sure that you’re going to be okay?” (pauses) “I do trust you. So much. I just worry, okay? Because you’re not just a Servant to me.” (smiles softly) “You’re my friend and the Knight I grew to love, so please, take care of yourself, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name]. I love you, Arturia-san.”

Special Conversation 4 (Requires Heroic Spirit EMIYA, Archer version): “Archer... You definitely are dead set on doing what you feel is the right thing, huh?” (smiles wryly) “I wasn’t going to stop you in the first place, just give you a few words. You heard me talk with Saber, didn’t you? Then you know what I’m feeling now. You’re my friend too. And I care about you. So don’t die. Do your best to live out there, and come back to Nagareboshi Cafe soon. I love you, Shirou.”

Special Conversation 5 (Requires Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Lancer version): “Dia, you’re here too...” (fond smile) “Make sure to handle everything with Usako-san before you head out with [Player’s Name], okay? And come back soon. I’m not your Master, nor am I any royal you should pledge your allegiance to. I’m still a civilian girl, but you are my friend and you deserve lots of nice things. Be safe.”

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Mun, whats your opinion on FMA 03 vs FMA:B? Do you like one better? Do you like them both? I would like to hear your thoughts!

Oh, interesting question anon!

Let me preface this by saying that I think both series were well done. They were different, but they were both well done. I don’t think that, objectively, one series was superior to the other, but that it all boils down to a matter of preference. I also think that no matter your preference there are good things that can be pulled from both as well as criticisms that can be made of both.

But to answer your question, anon overall, I prefer Brotherhood, and let me explain why.

One thing that will always make a show (or movie or book or manga or comic or game–just entertainment in general) more or less enjoyable for me is the overarching theme. I have a tendency to prefer things that have a hopeful tone to them, or, when they end, I can see a way for the characters to get whatever it is they’re looking for. I also like it when the good guys generally win. I don’t care for sad or hopeless endings in general, or ones that leave me unsatisfied because things aren’t resolved. Yes, I know that’s more akin to real life, but in general I come to entertainment for an escape from real life, not to watch real life play out before my eyes again.

To me the overall tone of Brotherhood had more hope in it then did 03. There was a goal, there was direction, there was a bad guy to overcome, and, there was always this sense of hope and a refusal to give up. At the end most characters were placed either where they had what they wanted or were obviously working towards it. There were going to be hardships, sure, but it was clear that things were moving forward with purpose and drive and the urge to better things. And that I liked immensely. Having that good, hopeful, resolution means a lot to me in how well I like and enjoy a story. Hope is a cornerstone in my life. I like it in my media too.

With 03, the tone to me was overall more somber. Yes the boys had a goal and there was direction, and there was a bad guy to overcome, but there was always this sense of isolation, of “we have to do this on our own” and, at times, a sense of lostness because the characters weren’t sure where to go or what to do or who to rely on. Which could have been fine, except that to me, that was never completely resolved. And to be honest, the ending killed me. So much was lost, and I couldn’t see a way for the brothers to get back together again. I took some comfort in seeing Roy and Riza practically together, true, but there was so much lost. Now, yes, Shamballa did resolve some of that, getting Ed and Al back together again, but, again, there was so much loss to me. Roy’s decision to give up his rank, his separation from Riza who, while she kept moving, was obviously still waiting for him to some degree. Winry being left behind again, this time permanently. And then knowing that Ed and Al were in our world, and that WWII was coming and what all that entailed, especially with their entire support structure gone. 03′s endings (including Shamballa) just left me over all dissatisfied because I wanted good things for these characters, and I could see mostly coming or present pain for them instead.

Now again, and hear me, I think that both series were handled well, and have their merits, they just have different themes and goals. I have my likes and problems with both of them.

I like the time spent on Hughes and the Tuckers better in the 03, as well as seeing the full Youswell story and the incident on the train. I thought the boys encountering Barry the Chopper while he was still human was interesting too. I enjoyed seeing Ed’s alchemy exam. And all of the extras with Team Mustang, like the battle between Roy and Ed, the Mystery of Warehouse 13, Havoc meeting Catherine Armstrong, and Riza getting Black Hayate, I really loved those! They added to the story and to the universe and I found them enjoyable. I missed those in Brotherhood. I also thought that the homunculi had very interesting motivations in 03. But in Brotherhood I also enjoyed the introduction of new characters, the expanding of the world, learning the backstory of Roy and Riza and the way the whole thing was like some giant chess game, with moves and countermoves, and an obviously tight knit group of people working together, even secretly, to take down a threat. That strategy game in the plot was well done and honestly I liked the bonds that it showed. I found the gate more interesting too, because there was a purpose to it, not just a gate with a flow of energy between it that had no explanation, really.

I did question Ed and Al’s decision not to kill in Brotherhood, although I respected it. And while it’s always preferable to preserve life, sometimes, well, things happen, and people will take advantage of someone’s resolve not to kill–as Kimblee did in that abandoned town near Briggs. It worked out for our boys, because it’s fiction, and, as I said, I respect that decision, I just sometimes question it. I also felt like the beginning of the series was rushed, although I honestly chalk that up to the writers assuming that people had seen the 03 series and so didn’t feel the need to spend the time on the introductions of those characters or on those arcs. That being said, I didn’t care for what they did with some characters in 03, such as Mustang killing the Rockbells, or the way Scar just seemed to disappear from the storyline. And there was no tight knit group working together in the end. They were all spread out kind of doing their own thing, although it apparently worked out in the end somehow–and I’d really like to know how.

As I said, both series have their merits. Both series were well done. Objectively both series are good and neither is superior to the other. In the end, they just have different themes to them, and different goals for their endgame. My personal preference for Brotherhood is just that–a personal preference. It honestly has to do with me and the type of thematic media I like to consume, as opposed to any judgement on the quality or merit of either series.

In the end, that’s really all that this is about.

And as a closing note, I would like to say that, no matter your preference, I have no problem writing with you or talking with you or discussing things with you. We’re allowed to have different opinions, and I’m always open for discussing them for the fun of it! I like hearing others’ opinions, and I think that being able to discuss them–be it on series, characters/characterization, AUs, or what have you–without either/any party being upset by someone having a different opinion is part of the fun of fandom, and is something that I will always enjoy, regardless if I agree with said opinions or not!

I hope that this fully answered your question, Anon!

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alltheworldsinmyhead · 6 years

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#royaiweek2018 day 1.: Parental!Royai

like the dawn you broke the dark

ao3/ff.net

If only you knew

The sunlight shines a little brighter,

The weight of the world’s a little lighter,

The stars lean in a little closer

All because of you.

- Sleeping at Last “Daughter”

The calmness of those early hours of the day amazes him.

It’s almost as if the world took its collective breath and held it, too enchanted with its own beauty to let it out. Stillness, quietness; the sky turning light blue and the pink and then soft yellow, the sun still not visible on the horizon but its light already shining through the darkness of the night.

His daughter stirs in her sleep, stretches out in her blanket, small wrinkle appearing between her brows. She’s a good baby, a calm baby, almost sleeping through whole nights already, but she likes to be held, to feel one of her parents with her at all times or else she gets restless. And he doesn’t mind that, would never complain about that; if there’s even such a thing as peace in this world, he has never been closer to it than like this – at 5 a.m., with Elizabeth in his arms, Riza curled and breathing evenly by his side. He’s not a believer of a faith of any sort and he’s not exactly sure that humans get anything more than this one life, but if he could pick-and-choose, he would choose this moment to stay in for the whole eternity.

He hums a lullaby under his breath, rocking the baby in his arms gently to lull her back to sleep. The lines on her little face smooth out instantly and then she yawns; something like a small smile appears on her face before she calms down again.

He caresses her cheek with his thumb – god, she’s just so tiny – and starts to wonder, for the millionth time, what does this wonderful, cruel world have in store for her. This fair-haired, dark-eyed little baby born out of a bond that stretches decades, out of love and loyalty and bloodsheds. She is held by the hands that killed, comforted by the smell of gunpowder in her mother’s hair, tickled by fingers who snapped and obliterated everything in her father’s wake. And how does she fit into all of this, how will she grow up with this kind of heritage?

How can he protect her from the mistakes that he’s made? How can he keep her frozen in time, innocent and unspoiled and golden? There will be a time, and it’s coming soon when it will take more than a few notes of a lullaby to soothe her. All he wants is for her to stay safe and sound and how he’s supposed to do that?

“ You’re doing this again.”

A soft, sleepy voice derails his train of thoughts; without looking, he can feel her shifting beside him and sitting up, leaning her head on his shoulder. So early in the morning, she’s younger; stripped out of her old uniform and all the years of discipline and yearning and cruelty. With her blond hair unbound and eyes half-open she could as well be no older than this pretty village girl he has left standing alone on the train station in a different lifetime.

“What exactly am I doing?” he asks her with a hint of amusement in his voice, because, well, he already knows the answer.

“ Overthinking everything”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shakes her head, clicking her tongue in annoyance and taking Eli from his arms; she lifts her up to kiss the baby’s forehead.

“ She’s not hungry yet, you should sleep.” He grumbles, looping an arm around Riza’s waist to press them both closer to him. She props her chin up on his collarbone and looks up at him; cognac-eyes, messy-haired, with pillow wrinkles on her cheek, milk stains on her shirt and holding their baby… she takes his breath away.

“ Well, you’re not sleeping either, so-“ she lets the unspoken question of “why aren’t you” hanging in the air. She’s not going to ask it because they both know the answer. It’s embarrassing and it’s true; he can’t stop thinking that as soon as he’ll fall asleep, it will all disappear.

The nursery next to their bedroom, the bedroom itself, Riza from his side and Elizabeth from his arms. And he’ll wake up in his old apartment again, with the stale taste on whiskey in his mouth and this bitter, bitter ache in his chest, as if he was missing something vital and didn’t know what.

And he knows that and she knows that, and he knows that she’s afraid of that too; that this life they have now is just some cruel joke of a universe, a coma dream, a mist and a mirage. That it’s not real and it will not last.

He raises her left hand to his mouth, kissing the cold, metal band of her wedding ring and lies.

“ I don’t know, I’m just not sleepy. “

Riza nods her head knowingly, sending him a sad smile before looking down at their daughter again. She caresses the pink bud of the baby’s lips with the tip of her finger, watching as Eli scrunches her button nose in displeasure.

“ I count on her fingers” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough for him to hear them, even in the quietness of the morning. “ When she’s eating. I count on her fingers just to know she is real.”

His arm tightens around her waist involuntary. There is a heavy burden they both have to carry; how can you cope with having a happy ending after spending your whole life believing that you don’t deserve one?

“ And you know, she is. She is real. It is real. Although it’s hard to believe it sometimes.” She tugs at his heartstrings with each and every syllable. He kisses the crown of her hair, wordlessly assuring her that yes, I know that and she sighs deeply, snuggling closer to him and leaning her head on his chest.

It’s getting lighter outside; early sun rays are spilling into the room, basking everything in this ethereal pinkish glow. The white curtains are billowing on the summer breeze, which carries the smell of fresh cut grass and peonies growing in the pot on their balcony. The birds are chirping cheerfully, getting louder and louder with every passing minute. He can hear the sound of Hayate switching position in his wicker basket downstairs; a few years ago Riza would probably already be on the morning walk with him, but now the dog has finally gotten used to the new routine and stopped waking them up with pitiful wining at the crack of dawn.

Soft snore echoes in the room and he realizes that Riza has fallen back asleep on his chest, with Eli tucked in the crook of her elbow and her small head cushioned on Riza’s breast. As they lay like that together, mother and daughter, with their golden hair and fair skin and faint freckles scattered on the bridges of their noses, they are the epitome of serenity older than time.

He could stare at them forever, stay like that forever with them in his arms and never get bored, never have enough of it.

The clock chimes half past five and he realizes he could actually let his girls sleep, get out of bed and start a day now. Make himself a cup of coffee, eat a toast, walk Hayate. There is a thick stack of papers on his desk, all very urgent and he has a few important meeting in the afternoon that he has to prepare for.

He could start a day now. But he won’t.

Instead, he leans his head down, burying his nose in Riza’s hair ( all he can smell is her mint shampoo and baby powder, nothing, nothing else) and breaths out. He gently nudges Eli’s palm with his index finger and watches, transfixed, as her tiny fingers wrap around his much larger one.

He counts down all of his blessings; all millions of them contained in two.

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ssadropout · 6 years

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Wednesday’s Child

Day 1- Parental Royai

Beware of angst. About 1750 words.

Mustang sat at his desk looking even paler than usual. His head was pounding so violently that he was sure that it was visibly expanding and contracting. He was grateful that he had skipped breakfast. He'd never have kept it down. Hawkeye, on the sofa, looked like she might cry. He had seen- and done- terrible things in Ishval, but not even that could prepare him for the horrendous alchemy that a father had performed on his own daughter. He wished that he could have shielded the Elric boys from such an amoral horror. Hindsight is 20/20.

Shou Tucker was in pilloried custody, and Nina Tucker was in the Infirmary.

“We're going to investigate the disappearance of Tucker's wife, but I'd wager that no trace of her will be found. I fear that she was Tucker's other chimera. How could I have...”

“Sir... Roy...” Hawkeye broke in. Startled, by the interruption and the use of his given name, Roy jerked his head towards Riza and waited.

“Sir, I can't stop thinking about Nina. What is going to happen to her?”

I don’t see any way that the transmutation can be undone, but Ed is looking into it. If anyone can find a way, it's him. However, time is of the essence. We don't think that she is... viable.” Roy was too upset to insult Fullmetal. “Why don't we visit the Infirmary and see how she is?”

Hawkeye nodded and rose. Mustang joined her, and he informed the others that he and the Lieutenant might be gone for awhile.

Riza scanned the cots in the infirmary. One was occupied by a male sergeant, and the rest were empty. Finally, her eyes found what looked like a dog in a corner, curled on the floor. She whispered, “Sir,” and he looked where she was looking.

“Nurse! Why is the patient on the floor? She should be resting on a cot!”

“She's a dog, Sir!” Then, a little softer “'Mostly a dog. We can't have her soiling a cot.”

Roy walked over to the chimera and knelt. “Nina, I'm Roy Mustang. I'm so sorry about... what happened to you. Would you be more comfortable on the cot?”

The poor chimera nodded and then, in that deep distorted voice that was almost a bellow, “Thank you mis-ter.”

“Call me Roy.” Glancing up at Hawkeye, he saw her nod. “And that's Riza. Can we get you anything? Have you eaten?”

“I just want to nap, now, Roy.”

“Okay, Nina. We want to talk to the nurse now. Ed and Al will come to visit you, later.”

“O-kay.” She sniffed and curled up.

“Nurse, will she be medically cleared? Where will she be sent?”

“There is nothing that we can do for her, and she's not contagious or dangerous, so she will be sent to a kennel. Children's Services will have nothing to with her.” The nurse's voice faded as she said it, anticipating the Colonel's anger.

“That is unacceptable!”

“Colonel, Sir...” Riza's voice was steeped in urgency.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, I want to take her home.”

Roy stared at his adjutant sure that his eyes reflected the same pain that hers did. They both wanted the poor child to have as good a life as possible for the time left to her. He nodded.

“I'll make it happen.”

Hawkeye was granted leave, and Mustang was cleared to spend the nights at her apartment, having convinced the top brass that it was necessary to have an alchemist present during the off hours. He drove them to Hawkeye's stopping along the way to pick up some food. Nina wanted human food- well, human junk food- and they indulged her, because nutrition was of no concern. Roy secretly hoped that Riza would let him have the same diet as Nina, but he knew that she would never allow it. Riza decided that Roy and Nina would wait outside while she put up that gate that she sometimes used with her pup. It would be the best way to introduce them.

Hayate seemed to be rather confused, but he generally got along with both dogs and people, so he was freed in less than an hour.

Nina seemed to be happy playing with him. Ironically but understandably, she missed Alexander. Her appetite was not great, but she ate enough of her mac and cheese, and she demolished her ice cream, surreptitiously sharing some of it with her new pal.

“Think about what toys you want, Nina, and I'll bring them to you after work tomorrow,” Roy told her.

“O-kay, Da.. Roy.”

“I think that you need a bath, Sweetie,” Hawkeye said kindly but firmly.”

“O-kay, Ri-za.”

Roy did the dishes while Riza bathed Nina. When she was clean and dry, Riza read to her from a book she had bought for Elicia. Nina drifted off , and Roy carried her into Riza's spare bedroom where Hayate joined her.

“How could he do that to his little girl?” Roy plaintively asked Riza. “Tomorrow, I'll bring her blanket and some records along with whatever she requests.” He got under the covers, and she joined him.

“The situation makes me sick,” Hawkeye replied. “Thank you for arranging for me to have custody. I really need to take care of her. And thank you for arranging to stay with me. We don't get to spend the night together nearly enough.” She kissed him, and he pulled her close.

“I really need to take care of her, too,” he whispered.

It didn't take long. They'd been asleep barely an hour when the haunting sound awakened them. The wail was as unearthly as that of a banshee. Riza was running before the cry ended, and Roy was on her heels. Hayate was whimpering and butting Nina with his head, but she seemed to be unaware. Riza scooped up the chimera as well as she could considering Alexander's size.

“Nina. Sweetie, Are you okay? How can we help?” No one but Hawkeye could have such a catch in her voice or look on her face. Roy sat beside her on the bed and leaned in, silently offering comfort.

With much difficulty, the poor girl cried, “Da-ddy hurt me. I want my Da-ddy.”

The next day, Riza and the Elrics took Nina and Hayate to the park. She didn't think that she had seen Ed so subdued since the day she had met him, fresh from the traumatic transmutation. The first thing he said to Riza was that he and Al had found nothing to help Nina. He and Al tried to play with Nina, but she barely reacted. Never running more then a few steps. Never knocking Ed over or riding Al.

“Does she ever play with Hayate's toys?” whispered Al.

“No. She doesn't do much of anything. Not people things. Not dog things,” Riza lamented.

Later, Roy arrived with enough spaghetti and meatballs for everyone from his favorite Aerugian restaurant and a chocolate cake from Ed's favorite bakery. He and Ed nodded at each other in silent agreement to not argue. The agreement was unnecessary. The soldiers and the boys attempted to hold a conversation, but Ed mostly just petted a sluggish Nina. “What can we bring you tomorrow?” asked Al.

“I don't feel like play-ing.”

The night passed with only one incident of hysteria, but the once lively child didn't want to get out of bed in he morning. She refused everything that Riza tried to feed her, and she just shook her head when Riza asked what Roy should bring. She did not respond to Riza reading to her, but she seemed a little less sad. When the lieutenant's voice faltered, she played some of Nina's records. Not wanting to leave the child alone, Riza had Hayate go on paper. The pup didn't seem to mind, and he suppressed his usual high spirits to stay near his new friend.

Roy came over with two pizzas, each with two toppings. He thought that he'd enjoy eating all the good stuff while Hawkeye let him, but he barely tasted the pepperoni and anchovies. Nina took one bite. The Lieutenant didn't eat much more.

“Does anything hurt you, Nina? We can give you medicine if it does,” Roy asked while he stroked her head.

“No.” Her breathing was a little labored, and she was too leaden to move much, but her body did not seem to be otherwise in distress. Hayate lay with her, sometimes crying softly.

“It's getting close.” Roy spoke lowly, and Riza nodded. They'd both seen enough people die. At least Nina seemed peaceful so far.

“She's such a sweet little girl. How could such a calculated horror happen to her? Did Tucker want children, or was it just his wife? Why do people that shouldn't have children have them while people who love children can't?” Riza's voice broke throughout her question.

Roy knew that the query was rhetorical and just gathered her into his arms. Hayate stayed with Nina since he knew that Roy was taking care of his beloved human.

They decided to have “everyone” sleep together in Riza's queen-sized bed. Nina's breathing grew raspier and raspier. Neither adult slept. Roy crooned to little girl, as he tried to think of her. Riza stroked her back while Roy sang soothingly. Before long, the child's breaths began to rattle. Riza looked at Roy, and he sat up, gently pulling Nina into his lap. Hayate curled up as close as possible, and Riza leaned against Roy and caressed the dying girl. After a crescendo of noise, there was silence. Not really knowing how to take a dog's pulse, Riza held a mirror to Nina's nose and mouth.

Nothing.

Hayate, always sensitive, whimpered. Roy and Riza kissed Nina and covered her. After keeping the body company for awhile, the humans moved to the sofa. “She didn't deserve this. She was cheated,” Riza sobbed.

Roy held her and spoke, after a pause. “She got what everyone gets. A lifetime. We will continue to strive to fight premature death and misery that occurs through human agency. That's what our love will do. Our love will never be wasted.”

Roy's quote about everyone getting a lifetime is a paraphrase of a quote from Neil Gaiman's Death: The High Cost of Living.

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bleedingcoffee42 · 7 years

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Absent- Part 37

I haven’t been posting updates on this since I have been trying to get it all edited and posted on FFN and A03, but since I got a few ‘Dumbass Warehouse 13 episode is after Hughes dies’ I figured I should post this part since I’ve had this explanation all along. Ye of little faith.

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Roy cleared his throat, “Lieutenant, please continue.”

Riza now had to determine how much she could tell with the boys here. She looked to both of them and they were waiting for her to speak, waiting to be of some help to her and hear that this was not in any way their fault. She looked to Roy and locked eyes with him, because to tell the rest of the story she had to share their past.

“Go ahead.”

Riza could feel Ed's body shift on the couch as he looked at them both and tried to figure out what was going on, uneasy with the silent communication. She pulled the coin from her pocket and once again the couch cushions shifted as both boys leaned over her to see the treasure she held in her hand. She understood now what was going through their heads, how much information they were trying to process as they looked at the coin to determine what it did and how if worked. “There is an alchemist who was rejected for the certification test who was determined to try and get back at the Colonel for denying him his chance to show off his work.”

Ed's mouth opened to say something but he closed it immediately. He wanted to demand to know why this guy was so pissed at the Colonel and imply it was because of the man’s shitty interpersonal skills, but he was too focused on the coin now. This was the man's work, a coin with his array on it. It was brilliant to use a coin as a transmutation circle and he wondered how he had never seen this technique before. However it was the information on it, the combination of chemical manipulations that made him uneasy and he quietly ask, “What...was his research on?”

“It puts the patient in a chemically induced coma.” Riza said. “It was being marketed to the military as a was to fix insomnia and nightmares and increase productivity in soldiers.”

They were all silent as they digested that. Al knew his brother was thinking of Nina, just like him, thinking of another way alchemy had been twisted for the approval of the state. Al finally answered, “That's incredibly dangerous and certainly could be misused.”

“And it was.” Riza said and the boy's reacted with a mixture of horror and sadness. “It's how I was attacked.”

Ed looked to Mustang and gasped, “You...reversed this? You took a chance like that and put the Lieutenant's life at risk?”

“Edward, you must be new here.” Roy said simply. “The Lieutenant is perfectly capable of saving herself.”

Al tilted his head. “You overcame this alchemy? How?”

“I had to find my way out of the dream that I was in. The coin put me in a deep sleep, but my mind was still very active and I was able to work my way out of it. With your help, actually. All of you.” Riza said and took a deep breath. “All the alchemy you have studied, all the research you have shared...everything I have ever been a part of in my life helped me find my way out. I had to comprehend that the reality I wasn't real. Then you all helped me deconstruct it all with the knowledge you have shared with me over the years. Ultimately I was able to reconstruct reality and leave that dream.”

“How?” Ed asked. “Did you use alchemy?”

“I thought I did.” Riza rubbed the coin on her leg. She wasn't sure how to explain this part to herself, more or less the audience hanging on her next words. How did she say she was a fool for believing she was capable of using alchemy? “I never told you two that my father was an alchemist did I?”

Roy watched them react with surprise and felt his own tension begin to creep into his shoulder muscles and jaw. It was Riza's choice to share her history with whoever she wanted, he just always worried it would open up a vulnerability for her. This wasn't about him, this was about protecting the secrets she had worked so hard to keep. However, he knew keeping them bottled up was sometimes more debilitating than the perceived risk. She needed the boys to know, now it was important to her that they know.

“Did he specialize in this kind of alchemy?” Al asked.

Riza smiled. They were always trying to get ahead of things, see the future before it happened. Alchemists always. “No, his specialty was Flame Alchemy.”

Roy watched the reaction unfold. Ed looked confused but Al, he was immediately on the connection. His head had shifted and looked straight at him. He understood the link immediately. Ed took a few seconds longer, his denial stopping him from seeing what was laid out before him. Then again Ed was almost blind to the obvious 'childhood friends turned lovers' notion anyhow.

“The Colonel was my father's apprentice.” Riza said and Ed's look of shock didn't fade. Al, however, was already processing it all.

“So you have had alchemy in your whole life and had access to it in your dream because you absorbed all of it.” Al said. “That's how you were able to figure out what happened to you and work your way out of it's hold.”

“Yes.” She replied. Ed made an odd gurgling sound and his brother took the opportunity to keep talking.

“If you didn't have this information, you could still be in this coma.” Al said and looked at the coin. “This alchemy is terrible, trapping people in their own bodies and making them question what is real.”

“Luckily I had all of you.” Riza replied. “In this dream I went to you all for help and you helped me work through the problem so that I could figure out not just what happened to me but who was responsible.”

“Something happened though.” Al said. “Or else you wouldn't have had the entire military out looking for us.”

Riza nodded and she had to close her eyes because the memories can flooding back. Fake memories but so damned real. Hayate jumped up on her lap and when she opened her eyes she could see Roy half out of his seat and both boys had moved closer to her. “Yes..a fear of mine was the the fight with Scar played out differently and it did. I lost all of you.”

“Destroy that thing and all of his research.” Ed said quickly.

“Brother!”

“Al!” Ed snapped. “We've come across too many instances of alchemy being used for unethical reasons and this is no different than that fake philosopher's stone Cornello had or Shou Tucker! Misleading people, making them believe that the answers are so easily fixed with a transmutation circle and abandoning them in the aftermath of it all. Don't you see how inviting this sounds? To sleep, to sleep and live in your dreams and then have it turn against you?”

“Actually, I do.” Al said.

Ed looked up at his brother and felt the pain of that statement. Was...that how he felt about his blood seal? Trapped in a body by alchemy and struggling to understand what was real? God...it was. And here he was declaring someone else's attempt to do the same was too much power, too much pain....

Riza reached over and held his good hand. Ed had talked to her about his nightmares and she had in turn shared the techniques she was trying to use on herself and Roy to help him. He relived that night he tried to bring back his Mom, over and over, complete with the pain of losing limbs, his brother and seeing the creature he made. PTSD came in many forms. She reached over and held Al's for the same reason, because he had told her what it was like to never sleep. To see his brother fight demons in his sleep and never had any rest himself because he didn't feel real. “The research is all out there, destroying the coin or his work won't stop the inevitable. I understood the science behind all this because of my own issues sleeping, and I was able to wake myself from it because of the practice of lucid dreaming. I understand it could be a weapon, and it was used as one against me, but I think the focus should be on finding a way to reverse this because of all the people I know...you three can do it.”

“Lieutenant..” Roy finally decided to contribute. He could see the gravity of this decision weighing on everyone in front of his eyes. In instances like this it was best to look at the worst case scenario. “I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Ed.”

Al freed his hand from Hawkeye's grasp and slammed his hands on his knees and startled them all. He huffed. “Well I don't. We're alchemists, we know that some of the most incredible discoveries come from other people's failures. Isn't that what our journey is about, Brother? Or should we just wipe off my blood seal now because we preformed the taboo and used alchemy for the most selfish of reasons?”

“Al...” Ed was still at a loss for words, not sure weather to be furious at himself for being so blind about his brother's condition or angry that he had no idea how to comfort or reassure him that he'd make this right.

“No. Seeing alchemy used for the wrong reasons has been an awakening for us. We used to think it was the answer to everything and we have found out it's the cause of so many problems. However we don't just walk away, we fix them. We find better answers. That's what alchemy is about. Destroying the evidence is a setback for science and you both should be ashamed of yourselves to even suggest it.”

Riza saw both Roy and Ed slump a little, admitting defeat. “As terrible as it was so see this alternative reality, it opened my eyes to a lot of things. I hate to admit it, but it really did help me come to terms with a lot I had buried deep in the back of my mind. I know you are both upset, and want to attack the thing that hurt me...however it really did serve it's purpose. It just needs an exit, it needs to have a fail safe built in so people can’t be trapped there.”

“I guess...” Ed started and stopped. “I guess I lost sight of that and just reacted to the fact it was used against you.”

Riza looked over at Roy. If Ed could admit he was wrong, he better do the same.

“I also...” Roy said and paused as Ed looked up at him. “Had a hard time looking past the fact that this was a weapon used against you.”

“How were you able to get free, Lieutenant?” Al asked, continuing to pursue his cause here. The answer was right in front of them and Hawkeye had already used it to solve the puzzle.

“I took control of the dream.” She said and looked at Roy when she said. “I knew it was taxing on my body so I was running out of time, so I used what I knew and that was Oxygen manipulation. I believed I was capable of it because I had a deep understanding of it from spending most of my life with the only two Flame Alchemists. I believed that I could do, so I drew an array that I knew so well and I activated it to pull oxygen concentration closer to my body and active my fight or flight mode. Of course I simply tricked myself and I didn't actually do it...”

“I think you should have that same amount of faith in yourself in reality as you did in that dream.” Roy said. “I trained with you, I know you're capable.”

Riza felt the air being sucked out from around her as his words made her blush a little and Ed sat next to her struggling with the information that his commander was now confirming.

Al nodded. “I agree with the Colonel, you have helped us see things when we were both fixated on the wrong path.”

Ed finally joined in. “Yeah, you saved all of us from Scar because you saw that alchemy wasn't going to win that fight. You're way better than us.”

She watched Roy fold his hands and rest them under his chin and smile. Then he heard something in the outer office and frowned. Someone else had arrived and she was happy for the interruption before the Basics of Alchemy book came off the shelf and she had three eager teachers trying to convince her to transmute something. She stood and walked to the office door and opened it, Hughes had arrived.

“Ghost warehouse?” Hughes asked Fuery. He hated talking to Roy's staff, there was always so much back-story and so many tangents. All he did was ask what happened and he opened himself up to a ridiculous adventure story his daughter should be telling him. He looked up as Hawkeye materialized at the office door, safe and sound. Well, that was a good sign.

“Warehouse 13!” Fuery said. “Certainly you have heard about it?”

“Yeah, but it's in Central not East City.” Hughes said and patted Fuery on the head as the rest of the team stared at him in disbelief. “Your warehouses are lettered here, in Central we use numbers.”

“Fuck it really was Warehouse B.” Breda said and watched Fuery try to process the information Hughes had just delivered.

“We should have known that.” Falman said and slapped his head with his hand. “Dammit.”

Hughes walked into Roy's office and looked at the Elrics who were firmly planted on the couch with a spot in between them where Hawkeye must have recently been from the dimple in the cushion. Hawkeye closed the door and went to stand by Roy's side at his desk, ready to report when called upon. Hughes waved to the Elrics and figured they would be helpful in shedding light on the alchemy portion of this situation, Roy was going to have a hard time seeing anything but Riza having been in danger right now. He had to play it cool here, last thing he wanted was Roy going into that interrogation hot. “So, why does this shit only happen to you, Roy?”

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Royai Week 17: Day 5

So this is a combination of angst and fluff. Because I have a pattern this week and can’t simply write fluff to save my life.

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four

Theme: Letters

Words: 3,994

Riza removed the rest of the hangers from the closet and set them in the box. It was already filled with other miscellaneous items she had found and gathered from around the bedroom. A small bedside lamp, a couple of empty picture frames that had been hidden behind the dresser, one of Hayate’s balls, and an old book about the alchemical properties of gases. Just small things that the movers had missed when they took the large furniture out of the apartment.

Not that they really needed to move the furniture out of the apartment. The presidential mansion would be fully furnished when they moved in.

Riza’s lips ticked upward at the thought. They had finally made it. Roy had finally made it. All of the trials and the hard work paid off in the end and Roy was the leader of the nation. The image of Roy being sworn in on stage in front of a crowd of thousands would remain burned in her memory for the rest of her life. Even though she had been on duty, not even her stoic professionalism could prevent the smile from breaking across her face that day.

The same smile was spreading across her face now. Turning back to the closet, Riza stood on her tiptoes to see if there was anything left on the top self in Roy’s closet. He had been whisked away to a meeting with foreign dignitaries to discuss their treaty and had asked Riza if she would finish clearing his apartment for him. She responded with a dry quip about it being her day off and not being his wife, to which he gave a brief smile she couldn’t decipher before dropping a kiss to her forehead and leaving to meet Havoc outside.

Her eyes barely peeked over the edge of the shelf. There was a large amount of dust on the shelf with a few voids where boxes had been. She sighed and went to grab a dusting rag when a small box tucked into the corner of the shelf caught her attention. Reaching as far as she could on her tiptoes, she grabbed at the box. When she finally had it in hand, she pulled it across the dusty shelf, raining specks of dust down onto her head.

She sneezed at the irritants but looked at the box closer. It wasn’t coated in the layer of dust that the rest of the shelf had been and was in fairly good condition when compared to the other boxes she had unloaded from his closet. Her curiosity flared and she removed the cover to look inside.

There were papers inside. Some were yellowed more than others, indicating the age in which they were added to the pile. Her fingers drifted over them, feeling the edges underneath, before she picked one at random and pulled it from the box. The worn paper crinkled as she unfolded it, and Riza’s breath caught. It was a letter.

Addressed to her.

The date was faded and blurred by water but the year was legible. From the year it was likely to have been written sometime after her father’s funeral and the subsequent sharing of the secrets of Flame Alchemy. Riza glanced back at the box and wondered if they were all like this one. Letters addressed to her. She licked her lips quickly before sitting down on the sill of the window, letter in hand. The box she set on the floor beside her.

For the first time, she read the old letter scrawled out by the familiar chicken-scratch of her oldest friend.

Dear Miss Riza,

Forgive me. My train back to Central leaves in two hours from the time I’ve sat down to pen this letter to you, and by the time you read it I’ll be on my way down the tracks. I suppose I could have woken you prior to leaving, but you finally were in a sleep that seemed free from your nightmares, and I didn’t want to disturb that.

No. I don’t want to feed you another lie, even if it holds truth in it. I left without saying a proper goodbye because I’m ashamed. You’ve given me so much in these past few weeks, more than you’ll ever know, and there’s little I can do to repay you. You gave me a way help the nation, yet I could not help you when you needed my help most. Please forgive me for that too.

I’ll return to you and pay back my debt to you one day. I don’t know when that would be, or what I may be bringing you, but I swear that I’ll come back. Wait for me.

Your Friend,

Lt. Roy Mustang

Lowering the letter down to lap, Riza thought of the morning she had woken up to find that Roy had left for the State Alchemist’s exam. Ironically, it was due to a nightmare that she woke up.

She glanced down at the letter and pursed her lips together. Did he still think he owed her? Because he didn’t. If he had at one time, he had paid for it in full by now. In any case, she still needed to talk with him about the ‘debt’.

Folding the letter, she replaced it in the box and looked through a few more of the letters. Every one she opened was addressed to her. Though the way she was addressed changed as the date progressed. The earliest letters were addressed formally, always with ‘Miss’ preceding her name. But those eventually disappeared and he simply used her first name. The content of the letters were all similar. He catalogued what he did during the day. The training he was doing, the research he was conducting, the antics his family would get into at the Madame’s bar. Occasionally he rhetorically inquired about what Maes was doing. A sad smile would appear when the younger Roy talked about his friend. From the dates of the letters, Maes would have been in Ishval for the majority of them.

The next letter she drew from the box had no addressee, no date, no signature. It held only two sentences, and Riza’s heart dropped. While the other letters had been written from the heart of a boy that was still somewhat naïve and hopeful, this one was not. She had no doubt when this one had been written. Ishval.

Don’t wait for me. I’m not worth it.

Riza’s fist clenched against her thigh. She didn’t know where the surge of anger in her veins was directed towards Roy or towards the corrupt government that had manipulated and betrayed their country. Towards the homunculi that played people like puppets on strings.

In the end though, it didn’t really matter. They were all complicit in the act. They all bared the blame.

She picked up the next letter after returning the scrap in her hand to the box. The new one in her hand wasn’t in much better condition than the small scrap she returned. The whole thing was crinkled, like it had once been waded into a ball before it was smoothed back out. In addition, there were places where the paper was warped due to water, sweat or tears. It didn’t matter at this point. It wouldn’t make a difference.

The noise that filtered in from the street grew louder. More vehicles were being driven on the road to get to their owners to their places of work on time. Voices, male and female, shouted into the street after others reminding them of things forgotten.

They all drowned in the scream the paper gave.

God damn you, Riza Hawkeye. Why did you have to come here? To this hell? This is not the place for someone like you, with your kind disposition and generous attitudes. This is not the place for people who want to do good for the people.

Whatever happened to you reconnecting with your mother’s side of the family? To finding something that you could claim as your own? Your father didn’t leave you with many options, and I know that you are brilliant enough to go on to achieving a higher level of education. I know you talked about that, before all of this.

You haunt my dreams, did you know that? On the nights I’m even capable of sleeping at all. There were times when all I could think of was your father’s face, your face, when you learned of what I was doing with the alchemy that you gave me. The way your disappointment would be written across your face; a stone face with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. It plagued me along with the faces and screams of the people I murdered with my flames.

But my nightmares couldn’t hold a candle to seeing that expression in real life. Because it wasn’t the same. Because it was like looking into a mirror and seeing all of the loathing I had for myself personified and taking the form of someone who once cared for me.

Do you loathe me as I do? There are times when I wish you do. Yet there are times, lowly selfish times where I wish that there was some small piece of your heart that could forgive me. But as I said it’s selfish. There’s nothing I could ever do to regain that trust I’ve broken and to erase the pain I’ve caused and will continue to cause.

I guess I could say I’m sorry, but such simple words would never cover everything I’ve done. Perhaps one day, I could find something more than words to achieve these things, but until then, all I can offer are my words. And for that, I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Mjr. Roy Mustang

Riza dropped the letter to her lap and rested her hands over the words. There was so much about Ishval that had broken everyone. But he was right. She had hated him. Almost as much as she hated herself for not realizing that her father had taught her everything she would need to know. Those in power would do anything to exercise their will upon those below them, even if, especially if, they were working for the greater good. She had her father’s ink to remind her of that fact every single day.

The street outside quieted down a little. Vehicles were still making their way across the stones, but the large amount of shouting that had been going on had ceased. A few birds twittered as they flew overhead. Riza breathed deeply.

They had changed so much since then. Yet, in a way they didn’t change at all. His dreams could still be idealistic, and she believed in him and his dreams.

Riza folded the letter and returned it to this proper place in the box. There were only a couple letters left inside that she hadn’t read. She stole a glance at the wristwatch she had been gifted and attempted to gauge how much time she needed to get across town to the presidential mansion. Perhaps if they got everything moved in and in their proper places, she could have the rest of her day off to herself. Perhaps she could finally sit down and finish the book she’d been attempting to read for the past few months but kept having to set aside.

She had time, she decided, and reached in for the last two letters. Neither one looked to be any thicker than the other letters and therefore shouldn’t take very long for her to read. Leaning back against the windowsill, once again, Riza read the words written to her by her oldest friend.

Lieutenant,

It seemed like only yesterday you agreed to stand and my side and help push me to the top of this country’s military so I might change this country to right the wrongs it committed in the past. And true to your word you’ve been there at my side, always dependable, always someone I could count on. But now you’re not. You’re gone, pried from my side in an attempt to keep me in line in a much larger game than we expected.

I can swear up and down that I know you’ll be alright. That you won’t do anything that would put yourself into any more danger than I’ve already put you in. That you are strong and capable, and anything they throw at you, you’ll be able to handle in your own way.

But there’s something else. Something I’ve come to realize recently and haven’t been able to bring myself to actually confront. And I probably don’t even have to tell you, because you already know. You always seem to know things before I tell them to you. I don’t know how you do it, but I am in awe every time you do it.

But here it goes. I, Roy Mustang, love you, Riza Hawkeye. It’s stupid and nothing can ever come out of it, you would make sure of that, but it doesn’t mean that it’s any less true. Perhaps I’ve loved you for a long time now, but I’ve never really been the most observant when it came to things like that have I?

And I know my timing is terrible. Discovering that the leader of the country is a homunculus and that they have some dastardly plans for everyone in this country, and forcing you to become a hostage isn’t the best time to confess and realize what the feeling I’ve had for a while is. But as the saying goes, you never know what you have until it’s gone.

I promise you Riza, I will find a way to topple this and return you to my side. Whatever it takes, however long it takes, I will get you out from under that homunculus’ thumb. Take that to heart.

Wait for me.

Yours,

Roy

Riza couldn’t help the small laugh from escaping her throat. Even when they were young, he always seemed to be cursed with poor timing. She remembered one time, he spent the whole morning working up the nerve to ask her to for a walk with him, only for it to start raining the moment the question left his lips. She teased him about that for the rest of his stay as her father’s apprentice about that.

So she wasn’t surprised to hear that the moment he became aware of his feelings for her was in the moment it appeared he was losing her. Riza would have been more surprised if he hadn’t.

Trading the letter she had read with the only one she hadn’t read yet, she hoped that he wouldn’t talk about the Promised Day. Not because she didn’t want to know what he had thought about what happened that day, but because she already knew.

There had been a lot of time just to themselves after the Promised Day. All those days in the hospital, sleeping in beds across the room from each other. With her under strict orders from the doctor to limit her movements due to her injuries and loss of blood, and him with his loss of sight, there hadn’t been much else they could do. Their friends had come around frequently, but visiting hours only lasted so long, and there was still so much to do with half of Central Command destroyed in the Promised Day’s proceedings.

With all of the time they had to themselves, they did the only thing they could. They talked. From the meaningless trivia, like Hayate’s favorite food, to the deep questions and topics that needed to be discussed between them. What had happened on the Promised Day had been covered in depth over and over again. To have to read over that once again would be redundant at this point.

Riza shifted in her perch for a moment, she flipped open the last page waiting for her to read.

There was the tell-tale sound of the hall outside the apartment creaking as someone walked across it, but Riza paid it no attention. She was already deep into the words that had been carefully written across the page in her hand.

Riza,

You’ve been through so much in your life. Much of it at the hands of other people. Yet you were stronger than all of them. When your mother died and it was only you and your father, you stepped up and took care of everything that needed to be done, even though it wasn’t your responsibility. You managed to keep your father and yourself alive, even with the little that you had. You may not have thrived, but you survived. You survived Ishval, and you stood by my side afterwards. A fact that even now, I find myself somewhat amazed at.

Looking back upon my life, the near constant thing I can remember is you. You were always standing beside me in some way. Like when I was only an apprentice under your father’s tutelage, you were there making sure that I remembered to do silly things such as eating and doing laundry. Then you were there in Ishval making sure my dumb ass didn’t get killed. Something you continued to do after we returned home and to the East. Even when we were forced apart in the months leading up to the Promised Day, I know you were still looking out to make sure I wasn’t dumb enough to get killed.

But I almost lost you that day. Just as you almost lost me. And ever since we’ve been dancing around each other, unwilling to move forward, but unable to go back to what we had been before. I refuse to go back into the dark. I’ve made it as far as I can with you pushing me from behind.

Now please don’t think that I’m casting you aside. I’m not. I never could. I’m merely suggesting a change in position. You may not think that it’s wise, but I’ve never been the smartest when it comes to matters of the heart have I?

Riza jerked her head up and out of the reading. He couldn’t really be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. Her hands gripped the side of the paper a little bit tighter. It just wasn’t possible. That much had been decided when she accepted the position to stand at his side as his bodyguard and adjunct. They were never to become anything more than that.

But they had. The years of working side by side with one another, the unspoken words inside of them, the way they couldn’t help but put the other’s needs and priorities over their own, built up. They bottled it down, but the Promised Day broke the wax seal and pulled the cork. Everything rushed to the surface and they couldn’t contain it anymore.

She could still remember the way everything crashed in the living room of her apartment late one night. And as much as she knew that it was wrong, Riza wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

The wood floor creaked again, closer than the hall outside the apartment this time. Riza’s head spun to look at the door to the bedroom, hand already reaching under her skirt to grasp her gun. It was unlikely to be anyone of real threat, but training never went away.

Riza found that it was the very man she had been reading letters from.

“Sir? What are you doing here?” Riza stood from where she sat and attempted to hide the letter in her hand. “I thought you had a meeting with the ambassador to Aerugo this morning?”

Roy scratched at the back of his head. His face tilted down, but he maintained eye contact with the woman standing across the room to him.

“It was postponed. Something came up that needed my attention right away. I’m hopeful the ambassador can understand and would be willing to extend his trip for an extra day or so while I attend to this.”

Riza’s mind spun. If something had happened that needed his attention right at this moment, why was he there, with her, in a nearly empty apartment? If something happened shouldn’t he be at Central Command, arguing with his generals about the right course of action to handle the situation?

The little voice in the back of her mind whispered about the letter she still had in her hand. No, that couldn’t be it. Logically, he wouldn’t have postponed a meeting as important as one with their neighbor to the south to do what he implied in his letter. His letter that she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be reading in the first place.

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Roy smiled at her and walked closer. She watched as his eyes darted to the letter in her hand, to the box it came out of, then back to her. There was a familiar twinkle in his eyes that she had come to associate with trouble over the years. He reached out and grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding the letter. It was her left hand.

“Riza, there are so many things that have gone unsaid between us over the years. And a lot of it doesn’t need to be said. Not when we know each other the way that we do. You probably already know what I’m about to say, but I’m going to say it out loud. Because there are some things that need to be spoken out loud.” Roy raised her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm before dropping it down to press it against his heart. “Riza Hawkeye, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Riza stared up at him. He couldn’t possibly—But he did. He did and he was waiting for an answer. She swallowed.

“I thought it was customary for the proposer to get down on one knee? And have a ring in hand?” She couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across her face.

Without letting go of her hand, Roy dropped to a knee faster than she could disengage the safety and fire a shot on her gun. His free hand groped around in his pocket for a moment or two before he pulled out a simple gold band with a single stone on it. He offered it up to her, his face beginning to accumulate perspiration near his hairline. His mouth was slightly open, ready to respond to her answer at any moment. His eyes were hopeful.

Riza knew she should refuse. She was chief of his security staff at the moment, and it was a job she took with utmost seriousness. But there was no more pushing for her to do. Only guiding him to ensure he keeps his promise with every decision he made from now on. And perhaps she would be able to keep him there better if she were his wife, to be at his side when he needs her the most, than his adjunct, whose job ended when the work hours were over for the day.

She didn’t recall saying anything, but suddenly he was up on his feet again and she was gathered into his arms. He was kissing her, and she was kissing back to seal the decision. The cool metal band was slipped on her finger while her attention was elsewhere.

Roy drew back. Riza could see that his face was beaming. She wondered how she looked. It was probable that she had a smile very similar to his spread across her face.

“Thank you Riza. Thank you so much for waiting for me. Even if you did it in your own way.” Roy leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.

Riza closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling themselves closer together.

“You didn’t even have to ask.”

#royaiweek17 #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fma #fullmetal alchemist #my writing #this thing got really long really fast #jeez louise

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