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fullmetalscullyy · 3 years

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summary: Riza sustains her Promised Day injuries at the same time Roy is pinned by Pride in the transmutation circle

an: tldr i was consumed by this idea all evening. the narrator, probably: this is the darkest timeline

this was originally supposed to be “riza gets her promised day injuries AFTER roy goes blind” but it evolved, grew arms and legs, then ran away from me. but. i am still v invested in that original idea so. why not play about w and write the same thing/something similar twice right? yolo

also. its been like. 4 and a half hours of work so if u see any mistakes no u didn’t <3

shoutout to those who left encouragement/interest in this idea and to meg for spurring the bradley being Bad idea along <333

rating: t | words: 3262 | tags: graphic depictions of violence, angst, angst with a happy ending, promised day, canon divergence, royai

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“Let him go.”

Riza orders the Fuhrer to step down, to remove his swords from the Colonel’s hands, to stop piercing his flesh. Her gun is trained on him easily and Riza discovers she has no qualms about shooting the man in charge of the country. She will not hesitate to do so if he so much as breathes in the wrong way.

After his appearance, and his assault on the Colonel, Riza had watched the tips of Bradley’s swords pierce through the Colonel’s palms, had seen them bury themselves in the gaps in the stone beneath her commanding officer. With her heart in her throat, Riza had inhaled sharply and drawn her weapon without pause, training it on Bradley’s head.

Riza’s voice didn’t betray her raging emotions within. For years – over a decade – she’d kept them under wraps for a variety of reasons. And even now, faced with this horrifying scenario, she did not let them surface. As much as she wanted to, she wouldn’t do it again. Not after her confrontation with Lust. She’d made a promise to the Colonel, and separately, in private, to Roy, not to.

“You were always an exemplary soldier, Lieutenant Hawkeye, following every order without question or complaint,” Bradley remarks. His spine straightens but does not remove his swords from the ground beneath the Colonel’s palms. He does not stop from looming over Mustang but turns his head to look at her. It’s reminiscent of a shark swimming right towards its prey, going for the kill, but Riza does not let that analogy get to her. She strengthens her grip on her pistol instead. “What has changed now?”

He’s toying with her. If she argued against any of his orders while his hostage, he’d have her killed.

A memory suddenly pops into her mind.

“You could always court martial me, sir.”

Riza’s eyes flick to quickly look down at the Colonel, lying pinned, helpless, and watching her anxiously on the floor. Mustang never would, but she misses the days where she could argue lightly against his orders and do what she felt was right and just by him and others she cared about and supported.

The doctor with the gold tooth writhes in agony above the Colonel, Bradley, and Pride, trying to call out for help and salvation, but the homunculi ignore him. Unfortunately, Riza has to as well, for she has seen how quick Bradley is and has felt the terror and harshness of Selim’s shadows, so cannot let herself slip for a second. If she does, it may cost her life. Or the Colonel’s.

“Simply doing my duty to this country and it’s citizens, sir,” she replies evenly. She holds no remorse for her actions. Not after the Fuhrer took her hostage for so long and the team discovered he was part of a scheme to try and kill everybody.

“Your duties involve following my orders, Lieutenant.”

Bradley is reminding her of her position as he trains his single eye upon her, but Riza tries her best to ignore it. It’s unnerving how piercing his gaze is, but she holds steady. She will not give into him and his intimidation.

“I am the highest authority to you. At ease, soldier.” He bites out the words, forcing them out as he tries to keep a lid on his fury.

“Not this time, sir.” She will not blindly follow his orders. Images of the desert flash inside Riza’s mind. Not again.

It angers him, but before he can react properly, Pride quite possibly saves her hide.

“We don’t have time for this, Wrath,” Pride sneers suddenly. He glares at Riza and she stares back, unflinching. She’s an expert at this by now after so many months under their scrutiny. She will not fall now at the final hurdle.

In response to Pride, Bradley angles his head towards him, looking away from her, and Riza feels herself relax momentarily. She does not turn complacent. Far for it. She’s too wired and on edge with the Colonel pinned in a transmutation circle underneath a homunculus’ feet to be close to any semblance of calm. But with Bradley’s gaze no longer pinning her, it’s a welcome reprieve. Her shoulders relax and lower a fraction.

“Enough of this conversation,” Pride continues. “We’ve got more important things to do.”

“Of course.” Bradley sounds so calm that it causes the knot inside Riza’s stomach to tighten. It’s the same knot that’s filled with unease and uncertainty regarding their current situation. It trembles and contracts as she stabilises herself and recentres her weapon so it’s ready to make a kill shot if need be.

“We have more important things to do,” Bradley repeats quietly to himself. His voice is without emotion, completely different from the rage-tinged tone he’d used just moments ago. Under his moustache, Riza sees a small smirk. One corner of his mouth quirks upwards.

In a flash, he rips the swords out of the Colonel’s palms, causing him to cry out in pain. They must have snagged on his skin because his loud gasp was laced with anguish.

Riza fires unflinchingly as Bradley charges at her.

“Lieutenant!” The Colonel’s cry is a gasp. She knows he fears for her, but she cannot focus on that right now.

Her finger does not let up on the trigger and it is relentless. She doesn’t have time to pay attention to it, but behind Bradley, Pride’s shadows dance around the room and she cannot fathom why. If she could spare enough of her concentration and tear it away from the charging homunculus, she’d realise the shadows were protecting Pride’s main body from her bullets flying behind the Fuhrer.

Bradley is too fast. He ducks underneath her weapon and outstretched arms, swinging around to her back.

Before she can blink, Riza can feel the kiss of cold metal on her throat.

Shit.

Her eyes widen, and so does the Colonel’s. His teeth are gritted together as he’s trapped in the transmutation circle, but his eyes meet hers immediately. It’s interesting to note how her own gaze zoned in on his during her sudden moment of helplessness, but Riza knows exactly why. She does not deny it to her heart.

“You’re a pest,” Bradley hisses in her ear.

The metal moves easily against her skin, like a knife moving through butter, and she hears the Colonel yell. As her body crumples to the floor he calls to her. He barks her rank, pleading with her to stay with him and focus on him. Her head hits the ground hard, and she’s dazed for a second. Her vision turns grey, and she cannot focus on anything, but still hears the Colonel calling out to her.

“Hawkeye!”

The others try to surge forward to intervene, but Pride’s shadows lash out and keep them at bay, pushing them backwards towards the outer wall. The homunculus forces them away from the two on the ground, preventing them from helping.

This is it.

She’s lying on the floor, bleeding out, with no one to assist her, and the Colonel is going to be forced to open the portal against his will.

She was supposed to watch his back and protect him. She was supposed to make sure no harm came to the Colonel so he could forge ahead and set in motion the plans he’d voiced to her over a decade ago. This was not how this was supposed to happen. Things changed in nanosecond and Riza’s brain has whiplash from trying to keep up.

“Do it, Pride.” Bradley’s anger is back under control. The bout of rage he’d experienced while advancing on her is gone. Or, it is back underneath his mask, hidden out of sight but simmering just below the surface.

Riza’s eyes meet the Colonel’s – no, Roy’s. His eyes are wide and panicked. She watches him strain against the dark tendrils holding him in place, but his struggle is futile and probably harming him. Through blurring vision she can see the colour red around his hands and up his forearm. The restraints must be cutting into his skin. Her mouth opens, asking him to remain still and not hurt himself. To not harm himself trying to escape to try and help her.

Impossible, she thinks to herself. Roy Mustang would tear the world apart for you. And you, him.

“Colonel –!” She wants to cry out to him, but with her injury it’s just a croak. A strangled, garbled call that doesn’t sound much like anything.

“Lieutenant!”

The homunculi ignore Roy’s cry, filled with such helplessness and anxiety. His expression is one of horror as their predicament hits him full force. His fight abates slightly, it stutters as his chest heaves with panicked breaths while realisation settles upon both their bones simultaneously.

They’re stuck and completely at the mercy of their enemies, with no hope of escape. No hope at all.

“It’s a shame to waste a soul,” Pride remarks quietly, sounding as though he’s talking to himself as he stares at the struggling doctor. His eyes lower lazily and focus on Riza. “When we have a perfectly good one right there.”

“Do it, Pride,” Bradley repeats, snapping this time. His mask is slipping.

Pride’s gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer before turning back to look at the Colonel. His expression is unbothered by what he’s about to do. The complete opposite to the terror Riza can feel building within her.

You’re going to die, and he’s going to be forced through the gate.

“What will be taken from you Colonel, I wonder?”

Roy’s pained scream fills the air and infiltrates the gaps between her ribs. The sound cuts through her painfully, rattling her bones and constricting around her heart. She was supposed to prevent something like this from happening, but she didn’t.

Her vision fades and blurs even more intensely than before as the blue light from the human transmutation turns almost white. She cannot breathe. She cannot think.

The light winks out, leaving nothingness. The doctor falls to the ground, rolling slightly from the impact but Riza can no longer focus enough to determine what has happened to him.

You’re dying and he’s gone.

There was still a chance… A toll must be paid to pass through the gate so he may return alive, able to press on forward and achieve their goals and beat the bastards who did this to them today…

But it will be without her.

As Riza lies there, in a pool of her own blood, hearing her comrades call desperately out to her, a tear escapes from her lids and runs down her temple. She’s breaking her promise to the Colonel, to Roy. She’s leaving him, but it’s against her will, just like he had been forced through the gate against his.

She doesn’t want to leave him.

Images are flashing through his mind as he travels to the gate. It’s too much to bear inside his head. It feels like information is being stuffed into his brain far too quickly, and there’s too much. It’s overflowing. He sees snippets of his life, his past, and perhaps, what is yet to come?

Then there’s Riza, lying on the ground, clutching at her neck and lying in a pool of her own blood, but Roy blinks and she’s gone.

“Riza,” he gasps, the memory of what was done to her penetrating the fog inside his brain. It consumes him and his eyes squeeze closed. It does nothing though, it’s all he can see. It’s seared into his brain. He cannot escape the image of her dying, and him unable to help her.

The white room he suddenly finds himself in is featureless and unforgiving in its brightness. It hurts his eyes. Roy is reeling from arriving in the sudden and jarring expanse of white nothingness he finds himself in after passing through the gate, but he still squints and looks around frantically, looking for Riza, for some familiarity, momentarily forgetting himself as he’s overcome with his grief.

“What happened to her?” He demands an answer from the white being with the chilling smile. “Where is she?”

His questions go unanswered. When Roy starts to advance on it, the being simply smiles at him. After he takes about five steps, something secures around his aching wrist and jerks him backwards. Looking frantically down, wondering what is halting his approach, he realises with horror that these… things look similar to what Pride had used to restrained him before within the circle.

Not again.

“Is she okay?” His frantic cries are ignored.

Roy fights the tiny hands but there is no use. He cannot best them and it's worthless to try, but he continues to shout, beg, and pressure the smiling being to tell him what happened to Riza. To ask if she’s all right and going to live.

He has to. He needs to know.

Roy is drawn backwards, through a towering doorway, and into an inky black existence. Just like before, the last image he sees before everything goes black is chills him to his core. That white thing is still smiling at him in the distance, and for the first time since arriving there, Roy’s hoarse voice falters.

He will not receive any answers. He can yell until he is blue in the face, but no one will tell him if she’s okay, if she’s alive, or what happened to her. Terror was a constant companion after seeing Bradley’s sword slice through Riza’s flesh, but now panic was threating to overcome him once again.

Roy cannot lose her. He can’t.

The doors slam with a finality, leaving him in complete darkness that Roy gets the feeling he will never be able to escape from.

He’s blind.

The last thing he saw was Truth’s unnerving smile, and before that it was Riza on the floor, bleeding out and dying in front of him. That image was the last thing he saw in this world and it’s burned into his mind forever. It will not leave him be in his sudden pitch-black world.

He hates it. Abhors it. He wants to escape it but can’t. It’s with him always. A companion that lays out all of his failings before him. Roy chokes when he thinks about how she was left lying there, alone, critically injured, and he did nothing, could do nothing, to help or ease her pain.

Father tosses him around like a ragdoll, but Roy is still trying to adjust to being blind. He’s blinking furiously, hoping it will all turn out to be a horrible nightmare, but it’s futile. No matter how many times he blinks he cannot shift that image of her.

Is she even still alive?

He will not accept anything less.

“Sir?”

His head whips up and swings around frantically in its search. Roy thinks he may have been mistaken but… It is entirely possible his mind is playing a cruel trick on him, but he would also recognise her voice anywhere.

There’s a pressure on his forearm that commandeers his attention.

“Roy?”

The voice sounds scratchy. It catches as it pronounces the ‘y’ in his name, but Roy is filled instantly with recognition. The muscles of his face go slack as he stares wide eyed, yet unseeing, at the person he knows is in front of him.

Relief explodes within him. Muscles all over his body quiver and shake with it, and Roy cannot help himself. Every consequence, and everyone else, be damned. He surges forwards and upwards to his knees to wrap his arms – albeit clumsily – around Riza Hawkeye’s shoulders tightly.

He doesn’t even need her to confirm it. He knows it’s her by the smell of her shampoo and the faint smell of her perfume. It’s barely there underneath the smell of blood and the day’s grime, but it’s there, with him. It anchors Roy completely and tears surge into his eyelids.

“You’re alive,” he whispers.

Hands clutch desperately at his back. “I’m alive,” she confirms quietly.

Roy doesn’t care. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, and as an afterthought he realises he was lucky. It was not her injured side his face happened upon. Underneath his lips her skin is smooth and unmarked by the homunculi’s cruelty.

Roy inhales deeply and his eyes squeeze tightly closed as he savours the feeling of holding her, of knowing she is alive.

The last time he saw her, she was bleeding out. Dying. Chance, fate, or whoever, were smiling upon him today though, and Roy is grateful. He will take it. Roy doesn’t question her survival, just takes it at face value because that’s all he’s ever wanted in this last traumatic hour.

She’s alive.

Riza is alive.

His worst fear, his nightmare, had not come to pass after all, when it had seemed so likely before and he’d been left floundering, not knowing what the outcome would be.

The ‘how’ can come later. A tear escapes from beneath his closed lids and Roy simply rejoices in that fact while they have a quiet moment together. Another one follows suit when one of her hands lifts to rest upon the back of his head and pats it twice. It seems like a simple, friendly gesture, but he can feel the way the fingers of her other hand tighten their pressure upon his back. She’s still clinging to him and does not let up.

She’s alive. He can’t see her, but he can feel her touch and hear her breath.

“Are you okay?”

He wants to laugh. The joy bubbles up inside his chest when he hears the concern laced within her voice, simply because he is so happy to hear it.

Even if he cannot see her, this is enough for now.

“Are you?” He has no time to focus on himself. Not when the last time he saw her, she was so near death.

“Mei patched me up,” Riza explains, sounding hoarse.

Roy vows that owes that young alchemist a life debt. He will work until his dying breath to ensure it is paid for saving Riza’s life.

He pulls her in hurriedly for another embrace. It affirms that she is really there and breathing, and alive.

What he’s about to say is risky, but he’s in the mood for it. After what they’d just been through, Roy feeds the impulse because he needs her to know what he’s truly thinking.

Just in case.

When it came to Riza Hawkeye, his decisions always did have the tendency to be ruled by his heart, and while Riza still involved her heart completely, she was always the more level-headed and reasonable one, given their circumstances as subordinate and commanding officer.

Still, the situation called for it.

“I love you.” It’s whispered against the skin of her neck. Roy knows Riza hears him because her body stiffens with surprise.

Riza doesn’t respond until after a beat or two. It’s a simple nod, but it’s enough to know she acknowledges what he’s said. Roy doesn’t expect her to reply. They both know where they stand with one another and have done for years. The first time the sentiment had been expressed was after he returned from the academy, so this is not a shock revelation. It’s a means of comfort. A reassurance. And Roy feels it needs to be said. It’s also been a while since he’d last said those words to her, but right now it feels like it’s been too long. Another wrong in his book, but one he could correct immediately.

“I love you too, Roy.”

He blinks, surprised that she has said it back to him among the company of so many people, but they must not be paying attention to them.

Roy tightens his arms around her.

She’s alive, and she knows how he feels about her.

She knows.

They both do.

She’s okay.

That one thought eases all of his fears and leaves him feeling light, like he’s floating on air, so he buries his face into the crook of her neck once more to find an anchor.

#royai #royai fanfic #royai fic #royai oneshot #emma writes

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firewoodfigs · 3 years

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a smorgasbord of unbidden thoughts / highlights (long post ahead!):

we’re slowly creeping out of the lockdown, and we’re allowed to go out for meals now! I got to meet a friend for dinner on Monday and he treated me to some amazing Italian fare as a belated birthday gift :’) I was really craving Italian after watching Luca and I haven’t had good pasta in a long while, so that was really nice. I also met a friend for dinner today after work, and we’re just glad to have made it to Friday tbh lmao. it was nice catching up again after so long and talking about everything under the sun (in this case, under the moon). I love spending time alone and having time myself, but I can’t deny that I’ve also missed interacting with other sentient life forms lmao.

I managed to re-schedule my vaccine slots, and I'm getting my first shot tomorrow! fingers crossed it won’t be too bad (I still wanna be able to type through the soreness 😩). I'm a little nervous tbh because I absolutely detest needles, but I feel like at this point I just don’t care anymore LMAO. it also helps that my bf and I got the same vaccination slot, so I guess I'll just make a ruckus and be a nuisance if things go south. jk

next week’s my last full week of work before my two-month break begins! I'm really excited to finally get a breather from work (although to be fair I've only been working for like... 6 months lmao rip) before things get real hectic in September haha. I'm definitely not looking forward to the added responsibilities, and i’m honestly not sure how to feel about getting called to the bar because everyday is just a flurry of shit, am I really cut out for this and help, work is dulling my * sparkle * and yo, you think I can just move somewhere west and be a country singer? but oh well. too late I guess. I'm too deep in debt to get out now LMAO. jk

on the bright side, though, I received news today that I’ve been designated to my preferred area of practice for my next seat :) and i'm pretty excited about that! I've honestly been feeling pretty desiccated about the law ever since starting practice because it’s so different from whatever I've studied and something that college couldn’t have possibly prepared me for lmao (many thoughts but I don’t want to turn this into an essay so I will simply project my feelings onto my favourite war criminals)

it’s been a struggle to create lately, for various reasons. these days it feels like anything I make is woefully inadequate and subpar and mediocre, and i’m just. constantly torn between striking everything out altogether and desperately wanting to be better, to feel better. I felt a little burnt out after royai week because I was rushing to complete so many projects and ideas on time (I do tend to get a little overambitious and overzealous that way, haha), and so I tried to take a break, but I couldn’t properly rest, either, because these days I only feel alive when I'm... creating. LOL. it's like an unresolvable paradox where I slog to feel alive and then feel like death, and then feel like I'm wasting away and wasting time when I'm being unproductive and fruitless. idk, man. it’s probably the productivity guilt acting up or something. it doesn’t help that my mind is an unholy mix of anxiety and imposter syndrome and perfectionism, either, or that inspiration only strikes me at the ungodliest of hours. I find that it’s easier to write when I've cleared everything else on my plate, but sometimes it’ll be midnight by the time I've done that because there’s just so much to do. I end up writing at two in the morning and/or recording snippets of a putative song while half-asleep (the result is usually pretty dang awful, because I have no idea what I was saying when I listen to it the next day lmao).

I also find it to difficult to alternate between so many forms of writing. my job mostly consists of reading and writing (mostly boring and terribly dreary stuff, because lawyers have apparently never heard of punctuation or one-liners, and I am 100% proving this right now with my streams of consciousness), and my hobbies primarily include that, too. I've also been struggling to switch between writing prose/fic and poems and songs because i tend to focus on different things. (I also have the attention span of a goldfish. or a confused rat.) like, I focus a lot more on how things flow for the first, how things look for the second, and how things sound for the third, if that makes sense? but I also literally cannot focus on one thing at a time so everything is just a half-written mess and a smattering of my illegible scrawls tbh 😞 I'm hoping that I'll have more time to sit down and properly sort these out one at a time during my break hahaha.

that being said, I read something this week about the four stages of learning a new skill LOL iirc it goes (1) unconscious incompetence (2) conscious incompetence (3) conscious competence (4) unconscious incompetence? I find that I'm stuck at (2) atm for a lot of things, which is probably why it’s so hard to go forth and do the damn thing without descending into a spiral of self-doubt haha. the truth is I rely on external reassurances and validation a great deal to tide me through, because my mind is just so used to criticising myself for everything and being my own harshest critic that it’s become a challenge to objectively assess my own work. it’s probably a defence mechanism to feeling like failure is not an option and/or my upbringing or something, and it’s how I’ve coped with a lot of things, but I'm also coming to realise that it’s not always the healthiest way to live haha.

BUT, you know. at the end of the day it’s a hobby and it’s supposed to be fun and joy-inducing and. it’s so easy to ruin all of that in the process of pursuing perfection so. I think i’ll just work on attempting the damn thing and worrying about it afterwards 🤠 (and also being less exacting on myself haha)

ending things on a lighter and brighter note - I received a lovely surprise from a friend this week!! I ordered some earrings from her (the stuff she makes is the stuff of DREAMS) and she tossed in a necklace for me and it’s just. it’s beautiful. it’s handmade. it’s astounding. I'm weeping.

#personal #not fma #sorry this turned out to be such a long ramble lmao... I've just been keeping these thoughts to the back of my mind #and it's Friday night so I'm unleashing them from the vault LMAO #anyway I'm off to bed!!! <3 I hope y'all have a lovely weekend mwahmwahMWAH

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spidermanifested · 3 years

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remember when i said in my post about how bido is unappreciated that id talk about why greed/bido is a good and important ship but thats a whole other post. well This is that post

the first and most important reason that greed/bido is a good ship is very simple and that reason is Bido Was In Love With Greed The Whole Time And Nobody Noticed?????? how come nobody noticed. i mean SOME people noticed but nowhere NEAR enough people noticed

when greed compliments bido for successfully proving that alphonse is just a soul bound to a suit of armor, he blushes and acts very flustered and happy. unfortunately this scene is not animated in either show (bido talking to greed is changed to be over the phone in 03, and in brotherhood the scene just gets skipped, HOWEVER theres a single shot of bidos face in one of greeds flashbacks that shows him blushing and looking directly at the camera. ie at greed)

also in the manga his first thought when the military shut down the nest was to worry about whether greed SPECIFICALLY was okay (i used this page in my other post as well but its important)

and in brotherhood he was shown to have actually followed greed through the sewers during his fight with bradley but could only watch from his hiding place as greed was defeated and taken away; remembering this is what gives him the determination to hitch a ride to central to look for him

did i mention he went all the way to central to find him!!! clinging to a MILITARY TRUCK no less. as a very obvious chimera if he had been found by any of those soldiers it would have been horrible for him and every other time we ever saw bido faced with danger he ran away from it. but he was brave For Greed. he went into the labyrinth under central For Greed, and didnt try to escape until he was convinced greed wasnt there. and when it turned out he WAS there (and had lost his memory and had been trying to kill him) he immediately dropped his guard and walked closer to him because that was greed and he trusted him despite everything that had just happened. in the manga he grabs onto greeds coat as he dies and it is just about the saddest thing ive ever seen in my whole life

and then of course greed starts physically shaking because what he just did was so awful his body knows he fucked up before his mind even remembers Why it was fucked up and he cradles bidos body in his arms and screams. unfortunately if we are to acknowledge bido as the gay icon he was, we also must acknowledge that he was buried

(by all rights bido SHOULD have survived. where is the fanfiction where he survives fullmetal alchemist fandom or are you too busy writing the same royai-gets-married-and-has-babies fic over and over again. actually never mind i greatly prefer that to all the pedophilia. but thats another Other post, that unlike this incredibly niche topic some other people have almost definitely made before me)

the thing about grido is you could make a huge tragic thing about it being unrequited and frankly thats Fair, greed does not seem one to settle down in a relationship and bido likely has a lot of self worth issues that would prevent him from confessing his feelings. but you cannot deny that greed cared about him. he praises him, he pats him on the head (!!)

he COMPLETELY breaks down after he realizes he killed him. bido was so important to greed, as were the rest of the chimeras of course but i think theres a valid argument to be made that bido in particular was special to him. theyve got a few things in common actually that i find interesting:

both like to just chill on roofs??? when greed is in lings body he sometimes just hangs out on top of a roof. bido does this too

they could have hung out on roofs together.......maybe thats why greed likes to be up there. because he hung out with bido on roofs a lot. please consider this possibility

both of them are accidentally rude to children. the same children in fact

greed is like 200 and looks 30 while bido is middle-aged and people think he is a baby for some reason?????

okay this is just straight up a headcanon and has no actual basis in the text or subtext of fma but I Think Bido Is Trans and was cast out by his family in his youth and greed would understand that experience!!!! having left his own terrible family because they wanted him to be someone he wasnt

and then there are the differences:

greed is very outgoing and bido is mostly pretty anxious, though he has outbursts of confidence; that might be because greed being nice to him has built up his self-esteem (the way he calls himself cool/awesome when he escapes from the elrics, directly followed by greed complimenting his skills, really makes me think this is the case)

one is tall and lean........the other...is short and fat....... i know its cliche but let me have this

bido overthinks things. greed is a jock. with their powers combined they can do things at a mostly reasonable pace (as long as bido doesnt just go along with whatever greed wants which is probably most of the time what happens)

bido is outwardly inhuman and weird-looking but is incredibly caring and hard-working and loyal and sweet. greed is the sexiest motherfucker alive but hes literally the personification of a deadly sin and at his core he is technically just a rock made of pain. but below these layers both of them want the exact same thing which is to care about others and be cared for in return

also you know that post about how ships between immortal people and super young adults (or worse, teenagers) are OUT and instead we should have stories about immortal people dating 40-something accountants. bido is the 40-something accountant. except not an accountant. you know what im getting at though hes an Established Adult

and bido DESERVES it, he deserves to be loved by the person he cares about more than anything, he has been through so much and gotten nothing but pain and he needs something good for a change!!! and greed DESERVES someone who will love him with all his heart and make him feel wanted no matter what. just, listen to me okay, they would make each other so happy

so!!! there are MANY reasons this ship is interesting and a million different ways you could go about exploring it and there is just NONE of it out there. for some reason the chimera that gets shipped the most with greed is dolcetto (though ive seen martel as well) and i think that is probably because they are more attractive to people (and also id wager more than a few dollars people simply see a dogman and his boss and go wild for the petplay angle). like you dont see any greed/roa either and thats very telling since roa appears with the other two almost every time and nothing about him is different except hes older and not as. pretty i guess???? in my humble onion hes hotter than either dolcetto or martel but thats neither here nor there

the important thing about bidos relationship to greed is that he might not have been transmuted with an animal with a strong sense of loyalty, but he didnt NEED to be, to be loyal to greed. he loved him entirely because he was human. and in the end he did the most for him out of any of the chimeras. unfortunately it was via dying but through the power of imagination we can collectively ignore that and pretend both he and greed survived, and greed went back to his original sexy, sexy body, and they made out on a roof for several consecutive hours. thats how im coping at least. thank you so much for listening to my unhinged rambling about lizard man who dies of fullmetal alchemist (gay edition)

#fullmetal alchemist (fullmetal alchemist)#bido #fma greed #grido

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gisachi · 4 years

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If you’re still doing the ask for fanfic questions can you do 10 22 and 35 ☺️🤙

Ah yes, yes! Thank you for the ask! 💜

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Oh definitely. 60% of the fics I read are BNHA Kacchako lmao, but I’ve never attempted to write for this ship yet because I’m not confident to write Bakugou’s character haha! I also read BNHA TodoMomo and EraserJoke; KNY GiyuShino, ZenNezu, TanKana; FMA RoyAi and EdWin; AssClass Karma x Rio; and veeery little FF7 Cloti and RE Aeon mehehe but again, I’ve never written for any of them. As of now I only write for ShinRan, my ultimate OTP. ❤️

22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Hmm so far, none yet! But I do have some fics I want to edit so badly, like my older fics. I do not regret writing them because I cannot deny how much I enjoyed plotting and writing ‘em out back then. But maybe if I get my mind to it, I’d definitely rewrite / edit them in cold blood. 😂

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

Yes, that’s what I always do xD I live for ShinRan fluff, so I write fluff, sometimes nsfw ^^; I also write them in simple AU settings sometimes, college AU being my obvious fave! I have one ShinRan angst fic idea inspired by one song I listened to, but idk when I’ll push myself to write that lol. But yeah normally I write them being cutesy and lovey-dovey with each other if isn’t obvious yet! And I won’t ever stop writing them like that ehehe I just love my OTP so much!

/added/ 45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

For DCMK, my all time favorite ShinRan fic is Between the Lines by Lindt Luirae. It’s a oneshot, and I felt like I transcended to a different world after reading this. I literally have this bookmarked in my PC and phone for easy access. It’s perfect. It’s exquisite. I love everything about it.

For BNHA, on my main I never shut up about Mr. Brightside by SakuraDrops93 because I’m totally in love with this Kacchako fic. I’ve read this like... more than 10 times already. It has become my go-to fic. I’m also a fan of the author’s other works, she just writes so perfectly, I’m in love with her writing style ;;-;;

#...i meant to rb the ask meme in the other blog!#so some answers aren't dcmk-related ahhh but oh well!#thank you for the ask! 😊#asks

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by-nina · 5 years

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prompt 33 for royai please and thank you!

Simply Put A Royai fanfic | Drabble prompt - “You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.” Rating: K+ Genre: Romance/Fluff Word Count: 100

Love comes to Roy with peculiar strings and curiosities and a side of Riza he has never known before. Around him, she is comfortably cocky, so very honestly herself; she makes Roy laugh with a humor no one else has heard.

“You love me, sir,” she likes to tease him. “You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.”

Of course he loves her. He could never deny that. But the devil is in the details; he is a liar if only because he cannot give her the whole truth of how much he does.

“Okay, you’ve got me.”

#Fullmetal Alchemist #Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood #FMA #FMAB #Roy Mustang #Riza Hawkeye #Royai #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #fluff #writing #drabble #dvltgr #ask #prompt #request #written by nina

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tsaritsa · 5 years

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don’t let my ink fade

i wrote some royai angst. title taken from the cale hawkins’ song.

warning for mentions of abuse

He told me that alchemy makes monsters out of men, you know.

It comes as no surprise to Roy Mustang that the wretched case of Shou and Nina Tucker affects some members of his team in more ways than one.

The tragic, entirely avoidable death of Nina Tucker hangs over East Headquarters like the storms they often get in the summer: a thick, oppressive silence reigns where normally there is barely-contained chaos. While the city thrived despite the oncoming storm spilling over the Cremil Ranges, headquarters itself had practically come to a complete standstill in a matter of a few hours.

Over one-third of the non-sworn workers alone had called in their sick leave that afternoon. In an unplanned, but urgent meeting with the other high command stationed at Eastern Headquarters, it was agreed that they’d run on essentially a skeleton shift for the next day. People were in shock, reasoned General Grumman, and needed time to process what had occurred. Denying requests en masse would only encourage resentment. However, precautions would need to be taken, as the East was currently in the midst of an active recruitment drive. It would inevitably face some resistance in the wake of this… unfortunate scenario, sneered Lieutenant-Colonel Matthews.

Roy is well aware of the furtive glances towards him in that room at the insinuation. He is not the idiot most of them assume he is. The writing is clearly on the wall here: you fucked up monumentally, Colonel Mustang.

He’ll bear the public responsibility, make the necessary appeasing appearances. Actual repercussions won’t occur, not ever. Not his fault that the brass ignored his comments on Tucker’s application, had ignored the intel he had inevitably amassed for a man who had applied for the State Alchemist program over fourteen times. For such a sudden development in Tucker’s research from one year to the next, it only raised alarm bells for him. The leap Tucker had made in his research went beyond what even Roy knew himself capable of, and he had been given notes to guide him along.

But his comments fell on deaf ears, his preliminary application for rejection subsequently overruled. It can talk you idiot – the chimera can actually talk!

Sure, and all it says is ‘I want to die’.

He is utterly engrossed in Tucker’s file when the phone goes off. He barely has to incline his head and she understands what he is asking – Hawkeye rises from the couch, papers fluttering down around her like skittish birds. The nasal tone of the phone is harsh through his empty office, echoing starkly against the walls. Roy turns his attention back to Tucker’s successful application.

“...we cannot comment on this matter. Thank you.” The Lieutenant's tone is devoid of any emphasis, but the manner in which she practically slams the receiver back into its cradle makes him pause.

Her knuckles are still gripping the handle of the phone tightly, almost blanched white when he looks up. “Are they sniffing already?”

“Sewing-Life is being traded for Butcherer. It’s going to hit the morning newsstands. Headquarters cannot afford for so many to be absent tomorrow, personal inclinations aside.” Her tone is deceptively casual, but he’d be a fool not to pick up on the tension lingering within her words.

Roy sets down the file and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Our hands are tied either way Lieutenant.” It’s difficult not to let frustration seep into his voice. She doesn’t deserve his ire directed her way, not now.

Her clipped “Yes, sir,” tells him she won’t tolerate his bullshit beyond her pay check today.

In hindsight, he should have been quicker on the uptake, pieced together why this case in particular had rankled his aide so much. But then Scar had come along, and all thoughts of approaching Hawkeye had promptly gone out the window with the resulting chaos.

The debrief takes longer than he likes, made more complicated by the amount of paperwork he’s going to need to do to keep certain secrets well… secret. Over fifty of his men had seen the ruined remains of Alphonse’s armour – until now information that was closely-guarded, and very much on a need-to-know basis – and the last thing he needs is the papers having not only a ‘House of Horrors’ angle for the next week, but another series demonising Ishvallans because of the actions of a lone wolf.

He finds her in his office later that night, her back to the door, leaning against his desk and looking out over the parade grounds. It’s still raining heavily, and he thinks that the thunderous sound of the storm outside masks his entrance. If she hears him, she certainly makes no indication otherwise.

The Elric brothers… well, perhaps it was logical that his mind immediately went to their well being. They had been the closest involved in the situation. The sudden appearance of Scar, the revelation that he was an Ishvallan man with a vengeance carved into his very skin – Roy knows these are valid reasons on their own, but it does not mean his failure to check in on his team is any less forgivable.

He knows First Lieutenant Hawkeye is a strong soldier, unfazed and stoic. Her apparent quietness in response to the tragic fate of Nina Tucker may have fooled others into assuming once more that she had compartmentalised, had tucked away this sorry event for unpacking at a more agreeable time. Roy knows her better. A small part of him aches to reassure her through touch, even as scant as a gloved hand on her shoulder, however briefly before propriety and decorum settle across them once more. Instead, he mirrors her position against the desk and carefully peels off his gloves, tucking them into his pocket.

The way her voices hitches makes his heart squeeze tightly in response. “I thought I would be lucky enough to not see any echoes of my father anymore. I suppose that was foolish of me.”

Roy doesn’t have the words – there are no words, no sentences he can formulate that could even begin to acknowledge what she’s referring to. How can he possibly relate? He had practically been the apple of her father’s eye, before his enlistment. She would never go so far as to condemn her father, but Roy would do it happily in her stead. Years of emotional abuse and distance was just as horrific as the ink he left on her back.

“He told me alchemy made monsters out of men, you know. It always had this faint tone of self-deprecation to it, but…” she trails off, head hanging low. Roy realises she is holding his pocket watch, and she fascinates herself with the peaks and valleys of the military insignia.

“Is there even going to be an autopsy?”

The truth is bitter on his tongue. “Not for her. Major Armstrong's hypothesis that Scar is using at least the deconstruction part of a transmutation attempt will need to be verified, however.”

Riza nods shortly, throwing her head back swiftly to stare at the ceiling. He pointedly ignores the tears running freely down her cheeks.

“She would’ve gone along with it. Right until the very end. Anything to bring back the father she remembered.”

“You shouldn't do this to yourself.” We had no way to know, dies on his lips, because he did know. Suspected, at least. He’s well-aware that the Elric brothers hold themselves accountable for what has happened, but in truth the blame falls squarely back to him. He could have kicked up more of a fuss from the review panel’s decision. He could have required Tucker to provide quarterly reports.

This particular brand of madness, however – Roy is well-acquainted with it. So is Riza, crying openly next to him. They know they couldn’t have caught him – not before the damage had already been done.

The fact that it had happened twice, right under their noses, is the salt in a wound that has been bleeding slowly for years.

Riza blinks rapidly, and wipes at her face roughly. “I’ll go enquire with forensics. We might be able to give her a burial at least.” She passes his watch back to him, and for those brief, few seconds where their fingers overlap one another, Roy is almost tempted to engulf her into an embrace and never let her go.

Instead, he nods, and pockets the watch. He doesn’t have the heart to inform her that the body has already been disposed of.

She’ll forgive him in time.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #fma #my fanfic #we don't know a lot of riza's childhood #but i imagine she would be affected by the parallels of her story and nina's #wow im sad now

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miladyknits · 7 years

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Royai Week ‘17 // Day 7: Incendiary

So we’re here. The final day of Royaiweek17 and I feel so emotional. This was my first Royaiweek where I created something for each of the prompts and I am so grateful to be a part of such a wonderful celebration of two really special characters.

Thank you so much to everyone for all your beautiful comments and messages. It means so much to me; this was something I thought I’d try once and leave it at that, but your comments have inspired me to keep creating and for that I am truly grateful. A huge shoutout has to go to the wonderful Shay (@the-flame-and-hawks-eye) who was my sounding board for a number of songs and gave me the confidence to post these. So Shay, this song is for you.

I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for an absolutely amazing Royaiweek!! I’m already eagerly anticipating next year. <3 <3 <3

Fire Starters

What came first, the spark or the flame? The question distracts us from our sin Bleeding from the secret shame That’s stained onto my skin

I gave it to you and you took it well Watched it rise as it took shape Now amongst the ashes we must dwell And there is no escape

We know We are asking for this We’ve fallen so low That the pain is bliss We know We are asking for this We’ve fallen so low

Our sins are piled high Fuel for our funeral pyre We cannot deny We’re the ones who caused the fire And who lit the spark That opened the doors to Hell We’ll burn away the dark And our souls will burn as well

I know that we’ll never atone For the crimes committed in this land The stench of burning bone and the sight of the blood drenched sand

I watch as your flames run rife Left feeling shaken and hollow If I’m the one who ends your life Just know that I will follow

We know We are asking for this We’ve fallen so low That the pain is bliss We know We are asking for this We’ve fallen so low

We are the fire starters Uncontrollable disasters We are the fire starters

Watch us burn

We are the fire starters Uncontrollable disasters We are the fire starters

Watch us burn Watch us burn Watch us burn

#royaiweek17 #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fma #fmab #I can't believe we're really here #it's gone too fast #but it's been amazing #shout out to everyone who has been posting amazing work #it's been incredible #thank you thank you thank you #Cate sings #original song #I'm going to go cry for a week now

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by-nina · 5 years

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And I’m Not Going Anywhere

Royai Week 2019 | Day 4 – Pinned Rating: T (brief mentions of character death, profanity, violence) Genre: Romance Word Count: 1,048

A/N: Hi my name is Nina and I like making things complicated for myself! We’re going with the chess motif for this one. Anyway, this came in later than usual because I’m out of town and struggling to connect online, so my succeeding entries will probably also come in late, gomen ne. Thanks everyone for your love!

What else did she have to face because he kept her by his side? How much closer to danger did he bring her because he played his game the way he did?

"Are you with me, Lieutenant?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

They make this promise under a fire-colored sunset, in the wake of Hughes’ death. A promise had brought them together ten years prior, when Riza decided to entrust him with her father’s most guarded secrets; and another has bound them together since the end of the war, when Roy made her his conscience and executioner. Making one promise after the other simply seems to be the way their lives run by design.

Late that night, they return to their office in the Eastern Military Headquarters for the last time. There are only a handful of things left to gather before their transfer to Central, among them the chess board that he has owned since he first began to work. The last few pieces of an abandoned game remain on the board.

Roy begins gathering the pieces by way of playing the remainder of the game. He does this quickly, until he comes to a common endgame—the white queen pinned to the white king, an unmovable defense against the black king and a black rook. He smirks at his own predictability. Then, as he picks up the rook for a turn, in his mind, it begins to change shape and vaguely resemble other things. A phone booth. Hughes’ tombstone.

His hand trembles from the shock of the sudden image, and he drops the rook, knocking over the queen in the process.

“It’s late, Colonel. We should get home soon.”

Riza’s voice startles him, and the images change: her, lifeless in the phone booth stained red with her blood, and a tombstone bearing her name instead of his best friend’s. His queen, played and lost in a far more complicated, far deadlier game.

“Colonel?”

He stubbornly wills himself to remain calm as he gathers up the remaining pieces and locks them away in the board. The images leave an imprint on his mind.

He thought back to that last day in the East more frequently and more desperately as time went by. The fear and paranoia that Hughes’ death had caused him first came back on an undercover mission which had brought them face to face with the Homunculi. Riza had been on the phone with him when she was ambushed by the near immortal beast whose name they later learned to be Gluttony. The circumstances hit far too close to home for comfort, and though the gamble was foolish, he had rushed to save her.

I shouldn’t have asked you to come.

The thought had crossed his mind again not long after that encounter. The Homunculus named Lust was dangerous enough when he had faced her alongside Havoc, even before he’d found Riza and Alphonse in a losing battle against her. Riza was unharmed, but learning that she had considered a suicidal surrender to Lust when she believed him dead caused him considerable distress.

I should’ve dismissed you.

The threat of losing her loomed dangerously, tauntingly over his head again and again. She had been taken by Führer Bradley, threatened by the Homunculus Pride, and God knows what else—what else did she have to face because he kept her by his side? How much closer to danger did he bring her because he played his game the way he did?

He cannot deny her influence on him or her importance to the plans they have made. It is because of this that he finds himself in a constant battle with himself, with one eye on the seat of Führer and a better future for Amestris, another on Riza and all that she means to him and everything in his life that she has made better.

Goddamn it, Riza, I should have played this better.

Why didn’t you leave when you had the chance?

She points her gun at his back for the first time underneath the tunnels of Central. He unleashes a destructive blast of flames into empty space. They must be close to the end, but he had nearly gambled the dreams they had fought for together on his blind fury and thirst for revenge. He had given way to something dark and ugly in his heart, and the shadows fade as she calls to him, brings the light of her presence to him. He hadn’t been wrong; he needs her by his side.

“Come on, stay with me! Open your eyes, Lieutenant! Lieutenant!”

Later, in that same underground expanse, he holds her closely as she lays in a pool of her own blood on the floor. She’s safe, the little girl who had shut her wounds assures him kindly. She’s safe she’s safe she’s safe, Roy tells himself frantically as he watches her fight to come back from unconsciousness. The battle rages on around them, but he has fought enough—it’s enough as long as he is able to keep her safe in his arms.

I need you.

You’re the only reason I’ve come this far.

I can’t lose you.

“You should’ve walked away, Lieutenant,” Roy whispers shakily into her hair. “I should’ve let you go. I should’ve known better than to let this happen.”

Finally, miraculously, she regains consciousness and looks up at him. His chest fills with warm relief and gratitude. Riza is pale from blood loss, exhausted from fighting, but behind her eyes is something that remains warm and full of life and loving. They are also knowing, even as she struggles to keep them focused.

"Colonel… I'm so sorry…"

"No, don't speak. Just rest now."

She tells him she is surprised but glad that he had understood her when she was communicating to him with her eyes. He teases her a little, reminding her that they’ve been together long enough, and that he knows her glare well. She smiles and closes her eyes, and her voice drops to an even lower whisper when she speaks next.

“I wouldn’t have walked away. I knew what I was doing.”

“Your life is more important than your obligations, Lieutenant.”

Riza opens her eyes again, and amid the battle and its tensions and the adrenaline that ran through Roy’s veins as he rushed to be by her side moments ago, the world seems to stop turning for a moment.

“This is beyond obligation, Sir.”

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