#Royai week 2023

[meggsssart]

Royai week, day 3 - Haunted

Okay so I actually had no idea what to do for this prompt, and I’ve been so busy! I really just wanted to play around, so I went for a manga panel redraw (flipped for L>R reading).

I felt that this panel fits the theme, the reason being that Riza is haunted by her decision to entrust the secrets of flame alchemy to Roy - only for it to be used by the Amestrian military to commit genocide.

(Manga reference below :) )

#royai #royai week #royai week 2023 #Fullmetal alchemist #manga redraw #my art

[dr-fancy-pants]

“Nothing's perfect, the world's not perfect, but it's there for us, trying the best it can. That's what makes it so damn beautiful.”

June 16th prompt "Recovery"

#royai week 2023 #royai week #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fma 2003 #fma #i am NOT happy with this light and I am NOT happy with the colours but eh. did my best. so here #because i actually still like it #i've been wanting to do a redraw of this for a while now

[milekael]

💐raison d'être💐

#fma #fma brotherhood #full metal alchemist #fanart #full metal alchemis brotherhood #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #royai #traditional art #fma:b #watercolor #royai day 2023 #royai week 2023

[rizahcwkeye]

Royai fic recommendations in honor of Royai Week 2023!

Just wanted to share some of my all-time favorite complete M and E-rated Royai fics on AO3 ever since getting into the fandom last May 2021. I have a very specific taste (??) in how I envision Royai’s dynamic when they get together, and these fics personally just NAILED it. Like I cannot stress enough how every Royai fan should read these! Without further ado...

Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul by onthearrow (95k words, E)

“Something has changed between them since the Promised Day.”

This has to be my all-time favorite. Like it’s a bit insane how good this fic is. Roy and Riza pining for each other ... in the most pathetic horny manner. Also the smut here... will leave you a bit gagged, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. The author definitely did not hold back LMAO. So many moments in this fic where I had to put my phone down a bit just because I was so 😳😳😳 They have two complete Royai fics (including this one) and there’s one on the way for Royai Week 2023. I recommend to read all of it.

morning sun by hot_girl_burner_account (7.5k words, E)

“Roy walks Riza home after a wedding, and she's wearing this dress, and he might as well come up for some tea, and it's getting late, and the roads are icy, and they both run out of excuses.”

OH MY GOD if you’re looking for a fic set sometime after the promised day where Roy and Riza are just waiting for the ball to drop and immediately give in, this is it. The buildup, the context of being after a wedding.. the amount of flirting beforehand..like I know they were gonna fuck but the banter actually made me say OMG JUST FUCK!!! A sweet lil’ one shot that makes you want more.

the secret is to swallow / without expecting hunger to disappear by lantur (45k words, M)

“The fact that Hawkeye is Roy's subordinate is actually the least of his concerns. The least of the reasons why Roy keeps his distance, outside of their working relationship. It is difficult to keep his Lieutenant at arm’s length when all he wants to do is drag her closer and closer to him, pull her deeper into his orbit, but it has to be done.”

Am I the only one who loves it when Roy is pining and jealous and pathetic and he thinks his feelings are one-sided? Well, if you do too, this fic is perfect. Like... omg you’re so dumb Riza loves u !! Also I love that this is written in Roy’s POV

Once by TheFledglingDM (73k words, M)

“It was a longing like obsession, like madness, a yearning down to the bones. Once, he pleaded. Once, she prayed. Just once and I can move on. _ or - riza and roy's relationship over the years. covers childhood, ishval, the series, and post-promised day.”

HHHHHHHHH oh my god.... this fic... I read its entirety in one night! It’s basically a faster retelling of the events of FMAB except it’s entirely in Royai POV where they’re crushing and horny for each other (to specifically TASTE each other). This fic also would have an award if I gave out an award for Most Reread First Kiss, because yes it was THAT good.

First by TheFledglingDM (4.4k, E)

““So, Roy, I was thinking.” Riza said, as straightforward as if this were just another day at the office. Roy tried to speak but could barely produce volume. All he could manage was, “Uh-huh?” “We should have sex now,” Riza told him.”

Set immediately after Once by the same author. This is just sooo... exquisite I fear... Roy is so eager to please and honestly I get him! This can be read as a separate one-shot but honestly the 73k buildup in Once just makes the reading experience for this fic just 100x better

darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea by yourendlessblue (8.9k, E)

She looks up, and meets his eyes, blinking wide at him and demurely smiles, putting on a silent show. There’s power in this, she thinks, that she can affect him practically just by existing.

“Sir?”

“Havoc’s going to pick you up to our room,” he says, perfectly composed and prim. “I’ll see you.”

Roy is a sugar daddy. They both have feelings but they don’t talk about it they just have sex LOL. The way I wish this had a prequel and a sequel!! One of those rare AUs that just makes you want more!!! I WAS LEFT HANGING!! (not really but you get my point)

let’s fantasize from the other end of the line by lantur (10.8k, M)

“Riza receives a late-night phone call from Roy.”

This fic is soooo sensual. They both know what they’re doing is wrong on so many levels but neither of them ever address it so they CAN’T seem to stop. Also the work that lantur has done for the Royai community should be applauded LMAO if I wasn’t trying to keep this list short I would link all of their fics here. 

can we always be this close by lantur (10.9k, M)

“Roy sits in the spot Riza remembers as his favorite, too - in the armchair facing the entrance. He rises as soon as she walks in, striding toward her. “Thanks for joining me tonight, Lieutenant.”

It is silly, but Riza’s heart leaps at the sight of him. He looks pleased to see her, too. “Reginald?” She raises an eyebrow. “Really, Colonel. Could you have picked a stuffier alias?”

Roy and Riza have a rendezvous, or two, during the months of separation leading up to the Promised Day.”

OK LAST LANTUR REC (and last fic for this list) but oh god... this is so sweet and tender and UGH... that first kiss made me feel so warm!!! this fic is more emotional than horny.. but it’s so well done!

HOPE YALL ENJOY AS MUCH AS I DID !

#royai #royai week 2023 #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #royai fic #fmab #fma

[by-nina]

Flowers in the spring

AO3 | FFN Royai Week 2023 | Day 1 – Raison d'etre Rating: K+ Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance Word Count: 1,360

A/N: Late again, but like I always say, Royai Week is forever.

The Colonel’s voice is quiet, careful. It almost feels like it has been weeks since Riza last heard him speak, but only because it isn’t the same confident tone with which he has greeted the many visitors to their shared room and conversed with the doctors and nurses. It’s a tone she has heard only a few times before, but one she is deeply familiar with. Vulnerable, almost intimate, even. She remembers it best—bitterly—from the Promised Day, when the flames that had filled the tunnel died down and he fell to the floor, asking for her forgiveness.

He waits before he speaks again. “Are you awake?”

———

A pleasantly sweet scent fills the air; a splash of vivid colors is the first thing Riza sees when she wakes up one morning, sometime after the Promised Day. Her eyes take time to adjust to the striking sight against the backdrop of the hospital’s bare cream wall. Purple, pink, and red flowers sit in a tall glass vase on her bedside table.

Riza doesn’t recognize the kind they are, but they are so beautiful, so full-bloomed that they almost seem like they aren’t real. She finds herself smiling in admiration, then sits up to take a better look—carefully, so that her still-healing body doesn’t ache more. The blossoms’ rounded, delicate petals seemingly form trumpet-like shapes, and they bear hints of yellow, giving the red ones an almost flame-like appearance.

“Lieutenant?”

The Colonel’s voice is quiet, careful. It almost feels like it has been weeks since Riza last heard him speak, but only because it isn’t the same confident tone with which he has greeted the many visitors to their shared room and conversed with the doctors and nurses. It’s a tone she has heard only a few times before, but one she is deeply familiar with. Vulnerable, almost intimate, even. She remembers it best—bitterly—from the Promised Day, when the flames that had filled the tunnel died down and he fell to the floor, asking for her forgiveness.

He waits before he speaks again. “Are you awake?”

Riza doesn’t respond. It isn’t because she hasn’t fully recovered from her injuries yet; while there is a dull ache where her neck had been stitched closed, and speaking takes a great deal of effort, she is capable of short responses. It’s a different part of her that resists acknowledging him, still raw with the heartbreak of witnessing his rage. Her throat aches with the effort of choking back tears.

She lies back down on her bed and looks away from the flowers.

———

Riza witnesses many arguments in their room the next week or so. As the Colonel regains his strength, despite his eyes remaining blind and his hands still largely useless, more and more visitors come by to talk about cleansing the ranks in Central and strengthening ties among the troops from the different regions and moving forward with the restoration of Ishval. He is fiery and fully engaged in each conversation, almost as if they were back in their office and hadn’t just nearly lost their lives in battle.

She prefers this to the tense silence that had filled the room in their first few weeks of recovery. In private, the air had been thick with unspoken apologies and open secrets and things that they have long since accepted could not be addressed with words alone. But in moments that bear resemblance to their old daily lives, there is no burden to figure out what to do next, or what to make of the lines they had crossed in fear of losing everything they have been living for. There is only their work, and the choice to trust each other.

Another week passes, and Riza wakes up again to a vase of fresh flowers by the bed. This time, they come in white, pink, orange, and red, and they have a fainter scent, but Riza finds them just as lovely as the blossoms that had been there before.

“Tulips?”

The Colonel exhales as a small smile forms on his lips. He is lying on his side and facing Riza, his gaze turned vaguely in the direction of the flowers. His eyes are still as blank and cloudy as they had been by the end of the Promised Day, but they are relaxed, almost contented.

“Yeah,” he responds quietly. “I was thinking they would be nice to see in the morning.”

“They’re beautiful.” Riza pauses, then looks up at the tulips again. “That can’t be the only reason you chose them.”

He chuckles. “Well, they’re certainly not for me to look at. But I like what they mean. Pink tulips say that you wish someone well. Orange ones are given to the people you appreciate.”

“I didn’t know that different colors meant different things.”

“They do. White flowers often represent innocence. Or they can mean, ‘I’m sorry.’”

Riza stares at the Colonel’s face as he seems to wait for her response. His expression has turned somber, but there is far less despair than there was when he last offered his apologies. There is concern and longing and a wish that Riza can guess only because she has wished for this too: for things to return to the way they were before.

She rises from her bed wordlessly, then crosses over to his to sit at the edge. He blinks, still not seeing her, but feeling her weight sink into the mattress. His fingers twitch as she reaches for his hand tentatively, no doubt feeling her warmth and the apprehension of crossing yet another line between them.

The Colonel’s hand is rough, made even more so by the uneven scar across the back of it. Riza delicately skims across the raised red lump, his smooth veins, his knuckles, before slowly sliding her fingers into the gaps between his. He squeezes her hand with what seems like great effort on his part, but his thumb is gentle when he runs it over hers.

“What about the flowers you got before?” Riza asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Freesias. They’re a symbol of trust.” He carefully pulls her hand to rest on his chest. “There were many things I didn’t say back in the tunnel. But what I needed you to know the most was that your trust has meant everything to me.” He pauses. “It still does. And it always will.”

Part of Riza has always known this—the same part of her that broke and hurt when she thought that he had lost his way, the part of her that ached to forgive him even when she wasn’t yet able to. Peace settles in her now and drives away what remains of her doubt. She has always known that she would welcome him back, that he would find his way back onto the path they’ve long shared, but she will never admit the reason that she knows all this.

That this moment came is enough.

———

Roy returns to an almost unrecognizable apartment when he is discharged from the hospital at last. He was barely living in it when he last left home more than two months ago, before the Promised Day; he hadn’t even had enough time to sort the few possessions he has. But it isn’t in disarray like he expected, and for a moment, he wonders whether the Philosopher’s Stone had truly restored his vision or had left him with hallucinations.

He steps inside slowly, like he’s careful not to disturb anything. The place is neat and newly dusted; his furniture is all in place, his books sit in straight stacks and his picture frames are aligned, and other small things like his dinnerware and cufflinks are nowhere to be seen, perhaps kept away in containers. It’s as if someone had anticipated his arrival and made sure that he would be comfortable as soon as he was home.

The most curious detail is something he is certain he’s never had in his place before. A small clay pot sits on his windowsill, bearing a cluster of delicate white flowers that are unfamiliar to Roy. He strides past all his things to examine them up close, with their slightly drooping heads and thin, pointed petals. No name comes to mind, and no recollection of ever having bought them or even having seen them before.

Thankfully, he finds a small brown card on the sill next to the pot. It bears a painted illustration of the flowers, with a typewritten label right below that dispels any doubt of how his apartment was prepared for his return or of where the flowers had come from—and all at once, his simple house seems much more like a home than it ever has.

It reads:

The flowering ash— With me, you are safe.

#Royai Week #Royai Week 2023 #RoyaiWeek23 #Roy Mustang #Riza Hawkeye #Royai #Fullmetal Alchemist #Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood #FMA #FMAB #Day 1 - Raison d'etre #fanfiction #fanfic #one-shot #hurt/comfort #romance #writing #written by nina

[klainelynch]

The Fruits & Roots server came up with some Royai Week prompts a little bit ago, so I'm going to use those as inspiration for creating some mood boards for some of my favorite Royai fics!

Prompt: Sleepless nights / Last words

Fic: "oh, it's understood that the both of us are no good" by daisyjohnsons

Rating: T

Word count: 1,876

Summary:

Hawkeye takes his hand and leads it, and Mustang touches her throat gently, right over her bandages. “This could have killed you.” “I know.” “Had it been even an inch to the left—” “I know.” She watches as his face contorts in a mixture of worry and anger. “Were you scared for me?” “I was absolutely terrified.” or, the aftermath of the promised day

Photo credits under the cut

FMAB screenshots by me

eleven (329/365) by Tim Pierce

kiss by Bert Werk

#Royai #Riza Hawkeye #Roy Mustang #Royai Week #Royai Week 2023 #fic rec

[royaidaydreams]

Happy Royai Day!

Shout out to all of the fans who celebrate Royai Day and Royai Week but don’t have any fic or art to contribute. You are valuable, loved, and just as important as the ship that brings us all together.

Have a wonderful day!

#royai #royai week 2023

[onthearrow]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Royai - Freeform, royai week 2023, Royai Week, Post-Promised Day, Young Royai, Jealous Roy, Pathetic Roy, You know me by now is it really a royai fic if Roy is not jealous and pathetic, Multiple Timelines, Roy asks Riza to a dance, excessive descriptions of gowns and dresses, they're both so thirsty, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Bodice Ripping, Grumman being a busybody as usual, Fake Dating, Frat laws? What frat laws?, Weaponization of One Innocent Piece of Chocolate Cake

Summary:

Suddenly, she tenses. Her head flies up, her bright eyes meeting his. They hold that mischievous twinkle that tells him she has an idea. "Or is it?" she asks. "You may have just proposed the solution."

"I'm sorry?"

"By asking me to be your date to the ball. If we go together and tell my grandfather we're dating, and then ‘break up’ a while later, he won't be able to harass either of us about marrying each other anymore." She smiles wickedly, just like the same child that used to regularly sneak behind her father's back. "How about it, sir?"

___

OR: Roy and Riza plan a fake dating scheme. It dredges up some stuff. ___

Written for Royai Week 2023 for the following prompts:

1. Fake Dating (6/12) 2. Recovery (6/16)

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It’s HERE! Please enjoy the first chapter of my contribution to @royaiweek​ ! If you need a reason to read it, please note that i have inserted mini chocolate cakes for section breaks and think they’re pretty irresistible (see below) :3

Anyway let me know what you think!

#fma #royai #royai fic #royai week #royai week 2023

[dairogo]

President Mustang: I guess you could call becoming President my raison d'être. Reporter: Because you're so ambitious? President Mustang: because I may as well die if I can't change things here. Reporter: ... President Mustang: but also once I do!

#Roy Mustang #Royai Week 2023 #raison d'être #tw suicidal ideation #Fullmetal Alchemist #it really says something about me that I consider this Royai #Riza isn't mentioned at all - not even hinted at #it's like I forgot that Royai = there's meant to be romance between Roy and Riza #instead of just mentioning plans they've made together

[queen-isabelle-writes]

Royai Week 2023

Day 5: dreamers

#royai week 2023 #royai week #royai #riza hawkeye x roy mustang #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist manga #fullmetal alchemist anime #fullmetal alchemist fic #royai fic #queen isabelle writes

[beware-thegemini]

“You want me to pretend to be a girl who’s pretending to be your girlfriend? Just so that you can pretend to have a date in order to continue pretending to be a Casanova?” Riza asked, a vein beside her mouth twitching. “Have I got that right, sir?

“If you put it that way, then sure. But think of it instead as moonlighting.”

Royai Week 2023 Day 2: Fake Dating. Riza learns what moonlighting means.

#royai #royai fanfic #royai week 2023 #day 2: fake dating #this just happened #idk what it's trying to be #but enjoy

[meggsssart]

Royai week, day 2: Fake Dating

Every week is gonna be Royai week till I finish these prompts lmao

#Royai #Royai week 2023 #Riza Hawkeye #Roy Mustang #I'm sorry I have not honoured Royai week I am SO BUSY #but I still have ideas and things I wanna draw so stay tuned #Will I get through all the prompts? Probably not #My art

[dr-fancy-pants]

Royai Week - day 4 "Inheritance"

His fingers tentatively brushed the scars, testing what her reaction would be. When she didn’t show any discomfort, he placed his palm over the burnt marks, hugging her yet tighter. The last time he had touched her there, it was to tend to these wounds, right after he inflicted them on her.

Since I wanted something showing Riza's tattoo, I decided to draw a scene from a fic I've been working on for months (and hope to finish this summer).

No this isn't just an excuse to draw them naked, it's because of the tattoo, ok?

#royai #royai week 2023 #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #sketch #pencil sketch #wip #i don't have time these weeks haaaaa

[prettywitchiusaka]

Happy Royai Day, everyone! 😊

I’ll be working on my surprise project for my FMA OTP this week, but for today I’ll just post this in celebration.

#Fullmetal Alchemist #royai #royai week 2023 #royai day #royaiweek23

[scienceoftheidiot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Team Mustang Additional Tags: Post-Promised Day, Smut, Shameless Smut, Idiots in Love, Shower Sex Summary:

Once everyone is back on their feet after the Promised Day, a restless team Mustang is sent to the desert to start planning for the new railroad to Xing, across Ishval. After two months in the sand and heat, without so much as a little intimacy, a random occasion arises for the colonel and his lieutenant.

I’m very ashamed to be posting smut for Royai Day but I guess this is the life I have decided to live. I hope anyone reading this will like it. Cheers and happy Royai Day ! 

#royai #royai day 2023 #royai week 2023 #fanfiction #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #fma #fullmetal alchemist #read at your own risk this is exactly what it says on the can no less no more

[klainelynch]

The Fruits & Roots server came up with some Royai Week prompts a little bit ago, so I’m going to use those as inspiration for creating some mood boards for some of my favorite Royai fics!

Prompt: Inheritance

Fic: The Albatross Upon Her Back by rimahadley aka @catgirlalchemist

Rating: T

Word count: 1,639

Summary:

"And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.' 'God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS." Riza Hawkeye and Flame Alchemy: a character study across the years.

Photo credits under the cut

Wandering Albatross flying over the South Atlantic by Liam Quinn

Alchemist by lau.svensson

FMA photographs both taken by me

#Riza Hawkeye #Roy Mustang #Royai #Royai Week #Royai Week 2023 #fic rec