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queenwinry · 6 years

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To Save a Life-Part 2

Pairing: Royai

Rating: T

Words: 2944

Part 1, Part 3

A/N: Here’s part two of the Firefighter!Roy au!! I’ve decided I’m going to make this three parts so you guys will be getting one more. This has been so fun to write! Once again, it’s based off @thesilentwatcher‘s awesome piece which you find here. Hope you guys like the next part!

The light from the pentip was blinding and Riza had to resist the urge to squint against it. Her head still hurt like the devil, but she tried to remain cooperative for the exam.

“Alright, pupils are accommodating to light appropriately, that’s good. Now, follow my finger with your eyes and don’t move your head,” the soft voice of the young doctor said as she moved her index finger in the shape of an ‘H’, and Riza dutifully followed her instructions.

Dr. Hughes continued the rest of her exam, checking various seemingly benign features to make sure the young woman hadn’t sustained any neurological damage from the accident. According to her nurses, she had been unconscious for a good deal of time before she came to in the ambulance, and all the others she talked to in charge of her care worried for some type of brain damage.

Riza wringed her hands together as the soft-spoken doctor finished up the exam, anxious to know the results. The minute she looked on the other woman’s calm, smiling face, a good deal of her fears dissipated.

“Good news, my exam shows no abnormalities, which means there’s no neurological damage to speak of. We’ll need to keep you for observation a little longer to make sure that doesn’t change, but I’m hopeful given what I’ve seen here and what we’ve gotten back from the scans that you walked away with nothing more than a minor concussion.”

Riza let loose a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in.

“Thank you, Dr. Hughes. That’s good to hear.”

The woman with the short, dirty-blonde hair smiled at her and turned to write something down on the clipboard she had brought in. “You’re a lucky woman, Ms. Hawkeye. From what my husband told me, it was quite the nasty crash.”

Riza immediately perked up at that statement, though she made sure not to move too much for fear of hurting her side. Though she hadn’t sustained any major injuries, she still had quite a few bruised ribs, not to mention the countless other gashes and bruises, plus a badly sprained wrist. “Your husband’s the police chief right?”

The doctor, Gracia Hughes, nodded her head. “Yes, he was one of the first ones on the scene. He said the car was a mangled bit of metal by the time they saw it, all except for the driver’s side. It’s miraculous, really.”

Riza’s eyes drifted to the rain still steadily falling against her hospital room window. “Y-yes...I suppose I am pretty lucky.”

Immediately pausing in her furious writing, the doctor eyed her patient’s quiet form with renewed interest. Cocking her head and setting aside her notes, she spoke up. “You don’t sound so sure,” she remarked.

Immediately Riza’s eyes were back on the doctor, and she widened them slightly before attempting to remain unphased. She could tell Dr. Hughes had noticed though.

Gracia let out a calm sigh before she sat down at the foot of Riza’s bed. “Not all doctors are good listeners, but I would consider myself one. I got a bit of time before I have to see my next patient, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

Riza thought about staying quiet, but Gracia’s soft eyes lulled her enough into spilling her guts. There was just something about the kind doctor that made Riza trust her, despite everything.

She let out a hefty sigh and began. “I...I shouldn’t have survived that crash. I didn’t deserve to.”

Riza wasn’t looking at her to notice, but Dr. Hughes lifted an eyebrow curiously at her words. “What does that mean?”

“I was being stupid. I should never have even gotten in the car.”

Gracia’s eyes narrowed curiously. “What are you talking about? Your toxicology report came back clean.”

Riza shook her head. “No, not that. I wasn’t...driving illegally. I just wasn’t...in the right mindset. Driving through the mountains was an obviously poor choice.”

Dr. Hughes made a noise of understanding and beckoned Riza to continue her story. “There’s just been a lot going on in my life. I’ve gained a bunch of new responsibilities lately and...I’m not sure I’m as well equipped to handle them as everyone thinks I am.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with your grandfather being the President would it?” the doctor asked, only somewhat seriously.

Riza flashed her an ‘are you serious’ look and Gracia smiled genially. “Unfortunately, you can’t choose who you’re related to, Ms. Hawkeye. Every human being ever has had to come to terms with that reality. I can’t even begin to understand the stress of yours in particular, but I do know a thing or two about having a lot of responsibility.”

Riza still didn’t look convinced, so Gracia continued. “I’m an ICU doctor, Ms. Hawkeye. People’s lives are quite literally in my hands every time I come into work. My husband is the head of police. And, as if our combined professions weren’t enough, we have a three-year-old daughter. ‘Responsibility’ doesn’t even begin to describe what we’ve willingly taken on. But...if we let it completely consume us, we’d just burn out. As I said, I can’t claim to know what you must have to deal with, but I don’t think it’s ever healthy to dwell on it this much. And...that’s my piece.”

Dr. Hughes stood from the end of the bed after her mini speech, Riza eyeing her with wide eyes as she moved. She certainly hadn’t been expecting a lecture quite like that when she’d revealed what had been on her mind to the kind doctor. Her life the past few weeks (and really the past few years) had been one unimaginable hurdle after another. She had really thought no one could even begin to understand, but perhaps taking Dr. Hughes’ perspective into account would be worth it.

“Don’t think everything you do is your fault. Going for a drive to clear your raging mind is hardly a crime, and given how lucky you are to even be alive right now, I don’t think the accident happened to punish you.” The doctor gave her one more reassuring smile and turned to exit the room. “You should get some rest now. It’s clearly been quite an intense 24 hours for you.”

“W-wait!” Riza immediately called as a thought occurred to her. Gracia stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned curiously back toward her patient. “Yes?” she asked.

Now that the opportunity had presented itself, suddenly the young woman became nervous, as a dusting of red overtook her cheeks and she avoided her doctor’s stare. “I-I was just wondering. Since your husband is the police chief...do you know anything about the person who rescued me?”

Ah, yes, the man with the dark eyes she had practically lost herself in who held the side of her face and called her beautiful in relief while they rode in the ambulance. She hated herself for it, since he was probably just doing his job, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he gently brushed his hand against the side of her face to calm her down once she realized what had happened, or the way he had stayed with her even when they arrived at the hospital to make sure she got the proper care, or how one of the nurses whispered that he’d remained there in the waiting room, periodically checking up on her condition, until he was forced to report back at the firestation.

No, she most definitely could not bring herself to stop thinking about her brave rescuer. The man who had literally scaled half a mountain to bring her to safety. Maybe it made her old-fashioned, but there was still something so striking about him, and she just couldn’t get her mind off of it.

Of course, she quickly reminded her raging mind, she only wanted to know more about him so she could thank him properly.

Gracia smiled knowingly and nodded her head, and Riza wasn’t sure if she should be happy or not. “Yes, I do. He’s a friend of both of ours.”

Gathering her nerves and telling herself how foolish she was being for caring this much, Riza asked, “Would it be possible to get his contact information? I think it’s only right to at least thank the man who went through so much trouble for me,” she said, by way of explanation.

The doctor’s smile softened even further, and Riza thought she detected a knowing twinkle in her eyes. “Sure, no problem. I think he’d like to make sure you ended up alright anyway.”

Riza breathed out, trying and failing to calm the erratic pace her heart had suddenly acquired. “Thank you, doctor.”

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Roy grimaced when Chief Hakuro’s fist slammed down on his desk. The experienced firefighter felt like a child being reprimanded by a principal as he sat and listened to his superior’s frustrations.

“The bottom line is you broke protocol, Mustang! Riding in the ambulance and staying at the hospital while on call is not part of your job description. You should’ve reported back to your team.”

“Sir, I-,”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have a very specific and very important job, Mustang. And coincidentally, it doesn’t involve dealing with someone after they’ve been rescued. Honestly, she couldn’t have been that pretty.”

Roy tightened his jaw at that particular jab and made sure his boss didn’t see him clench his fists, but he remained silent against the onslaught, all the same.

“This rescue was enough of a headache already and you failing to do what you’re told only makes it worse. Tell me, Hercules, did you happen to catch the name of your damsel in distress?”

Roy’s face twisted in confusion at the fire chief’s words. Her name? What the hell did her name have to do with this?

“Uhh, no, sir. Why does that matter?”

Hakuro smiled but it was anything but genuine. His eyes still flashed menacingly and Roy had to remind himself for the hundredth time since he walked in the room not to wilt under the heat of the glare.

“Because, wouldn’t you know it, that pretty girl you rescued off the side of the cliff is the President’s granddaughter.”

Immediately Roy’s eyes widened. “W-what? Are you serious?”

“A Ms. Riza Hawkeye was your unfortunate crash victim last night, and yes, she’s part of the First Family. Apparently she tries to stay under the radar because she doesn’t want people to treat her differently or some shit, but I got a call from higher ups in the government not too long ago. What happened has become a matter of national importance.”

Roy remained still as he processed all this new information. Suddenly, his strange insistence on seeing her rescue through quite literally to the end became a lot more complicated. What if someone had recognized her? What if they made assumptions about him? Was he going to have some posse of men in black suits with headsets in their ears knocking on his door and interrogating him because he dared interact with her?

“So...as you can see, Captain,” Hakuro continued with a sneer. “You failing to do your job exactly like you’re supposed to puts me in a bit of a tricky spot. And I don’t take too kindly to my subordinates acting out like this, especially not the ones in charge of a good portion of the brigade.”

Roy had half a mind to tell this guy to screw off, but he knew that would bring a boatload of trouble on top of the mountain he already had accumulated. So, he held back any snide comments, stood at attention and finally said, “I’m sorry for disobeying your orders, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, it better not. Because if it does, you’ll be dealing with a fire a hell of a lot nastier than the ones you’re so used to. Now, get out and get back to work,” Chief Hakuro spoke dismissively, waving his hand dramatically for Roy to leave. The young firefighter was only too happy to oblige.

As soon as he was out of the office and had closed the door behind him, he let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. He had not been expecting one little detour from his usual job to land him in such hot water. He still wasn’t entirely sure why he had stayed with the woman (this Riza Hawkeye), but there had just been something about her that made him want to make sure, absolutely sure, that she was safe and taken care of. Getting Gracia assigned as her doctor had only happened because of his persistence.

But of course, she just had to turn out to be the President’s granddaughter. Dandy.

“Woof, that didn’t sound pleasant,” a new voice spoke up, bringing Roy out of his thoughts. He lifted his head in confusion and found his best friend leaning up against one of their trucks, a teasing smile on his face.

Immediately Roy frowned at the sight of him. “No, it wasn’t.”

“Chief got ya for sticking with the pretty girl, huh?”

If possible, Roy’s frown worsened as he brushed past his friend and walked further into the station.

“Can’t really blame you for it. I didn’t get a great look at her, but even I could tell she was really easy on the eyes. Never really pegged you as someone who would go after a person you rescued, though.”

Roy stopped and swiveled in place, fixing the full heat of his glare on his gloating ‘best friend’. “I wasn’t ‘going after’ her. You think I’d be that selfish to only care about somebody because they were attractive? Something told me I should help her out, and I’m glad I did.”

“You mean because of who her grandfather is?” Hughes asked, crossing his arms.

Roy’s eyes widened before they narrowed and he pulled his friend aside to avoid any listening ears. “How do you know about that?”

“We got a call at our department as well. Her security wants to keep this all under wraps. Apparently she had escaped from them when she drove off the cliff. They don’t want the press to think they’re bad at their jobs.”

Roy scoffed. “They are bad at their jobs if they’d put her in such a dangerous situation. Does Gracia know about this?”

“She does, but only because I told her. I actually just got off the phone with my beautiful wife. She says your presidential rescuee wants to meet you.”

Roy’s body stilled at this bit of information. He tried to keep a nonchalant air about him, but he knew his best friend was too attuned to his emotions not to notice it. “Why does she want to do that?”

“To thank you for your courageous act of bravery, I’d assume.”

Roy scowled and looked away. “She doesn’t need to thank me. That’s my job.”

“That’s what I said, but according to Gracia she’s very insistent. Do you want me to get you two in touch?”

The raven-haired firefighter paused as he weighed his friend’s proposition. On the one hand, he’d get to see the woman who had been on his mind continuously since he’d pried her out of her mangled car. He still had no idea why he couldn’t stop thinking about her (she was pretty, but he’d been with countless beautiful women) and it was beginning to freak him out that she had enraptured him like this, especially given her high-profile family. Of course, on the other hand, he’d just gotten chewed out by his boss for making sure she was okay in the first place. He just knew that if he got more involved, Hakuro would come down on him like a ton of bricks. And, despite how curious about this Riza woman he was, his job was everything to him. He was good at it and he enjoyed it. He had a hunch that Hakuro would hold enough of a grudge to not only dismiss him from the brigade, but also tell other departments not to let him on.

No, this was beginning to become too risky. He’d already gotten far more involved than he should have.

He shook his head and answered. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. Hakuro is already on my case for staying at the hospital with her. If he heard we met again, he’d bring even more shit down on me.”

Hughes pondered this. “Yeah, probably. But that doesn’t mean he has to find out.”

Roy’s eyes widened fractionally and he turned back toward his smirking friend. “What the hell does that mean?”

“What I said it does. Yeah, Hakuro probably wouldn’t appreciate you getting friendly with the President’s granddaughter, but your best friend is a chief of police. There are ways to be secretive about this.”

Roy contemplated his friend’s words and eyed him skeptically. “You’d really help me keep it under wraps.”

Hughes scoffed. “Come on, Roy, we’ve known each other long enough to not make this a big deal. I’m your friend, and I can tell you really want to talk to her again. I can see it in your eyes,” he spoke with a slight wiggle of his eyebrow and Roy inwardly groaned at the sight of it.

“It’s pretty risky,” Roy reminded him, though he had already made his decision.

Smiling slyly, Hughes answered. “You’re a firefighter, Roy. I think ‘risky’ is what you do best.”

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queenwinry · 6 years

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Passing the Torch

Pairing: Royai

Rating: K

Words: 1094

A/N: So a little bird told me that today is @theysangastheyslew‘s birthday and I just couldn’t not let it past without writing a little something. Elena makes our fandom so much better with her AMAZING art that makes me cry from angst or squeal from fluff. I so appreciate everything she brings to our fandom! Happy Birthday Elena, I hope you enjoy some cotton-candy sweet fluff!

Roy comes to the most horrific and world-shattering realization on a benign Tuesday morning in the fall.

The camera nearly drops from his hands, the smile on his face falls, and his whole body freezes. The doey brown eyes that seem to always be filled with wonder and a familiar softness he had long ago come to adore stare back at him curiously. For once in his life ignoring those wonderfully familiar brown eyes, Roy turns to the nearby dining room table, where photo albums are scattered about and hundreds of glossy pictures are waiting to be sorted.

Oh god, he’s become Edward Elric.

Or worse, they’ve both become Maes Hughes.

There were certainly worse men in the world he could emulate, but the memories of his late friend’s incessant gushing about his young daughter, combined with the more recent influx of pictures and stories detailing the lives of Fullmetal’s children stop him cold. His eyes widen and a strange feeling of dread comes over him.

Sitting across the rug from him and eyeing him strangely is his wife. She notices his quick change in demeanor with her usual expertise and lifts an eyebrow. “What is it?” she asks.

“I’ve turned into Maes,” is all Roy whispers, willing up enough brain power after the startling epiphany to set the camera down before it falls from his hands and breaks.

If possible, Riza looks even more skeptical after that. “What are you talking about? He’s right here,” she says, indicating the young five-month-old happily bouncing away in his chair, staring up at his father with his usual infantile awe.

Roy breathes out, attempting to remain patient. “Maes Hughes,” he corrects.

Understanding immediately dawns on the veteran captain’s face and she smiles slyly. “You’re just now figuring that out? You’ve been like Hughes since the day Maes was born.”

Quickly, Roy straightens up. “Y-yeah, but I wasn’t that bad at the start...right?” Suddenly, surrounded by photographs (all of either his son or his wife), the general realizes that this isn’t a new development. Ever since that first time they’d bundled up the child with his father’s messy hair and his mother’s incredible eyes and placed him in Roy’s arms, he’d been sold hook, line, and sinker.

Riza smirks, an unusual look on her normally stoic face but here, with her two favorite boys, she’s free to be herself. Her teasing, shockingly sarcastic self. “Roy, by the time they wheeled me out of delivery and back to my hospital room, you’d already bragged about Maes to all of the team, the Fuhrer, Madame Christmas’ entire bar, and the Elrics. You’ve been as obnoxious as he was since day one.”

“Then why am I just now realizing that?” he speaks in a baffled tone, a completely shell-shocked look still taking up residence on his face.

Riza’s smile grows even wider. “Maybe you’ve just been too busy printing out photographs the last five months to notice.”

Before Roy can even begin to form a response to that, a small giggle is heard from the middle of the rug and both parents look down to find Maes Mustang smiling and laughing up at his father. Immediately the general’s entire world lights up once more and his hands desperately reach for the camera again.

“Look, Riza! He’s laughing at me!” He exclaims joyfully clicking picture after picture of his happy baby.

Riza shakes her head. “He isn’t the only one.”

“Hey, I may be just like Hughes now, but I’m starting to get the sense that he was justified. I mean, when you got something this adorable in front of you, how can you not gush?” Roy says with a smirk, his head still behind the lense of the camera. Riza resigns herself to her husband’s obnoxious adoration. She doesn’t dare tell him how much joy it fills her each time she watches him get excited about every new little thing Maes does as he grows. Or how sexy a man loving on a baby is.

“Well, all the same, it’s naptime,” she says with a definitive tone, rising to her feet and walking over to Maes’s bouncy chair.

The disappointed look that overtakes Roy’s face almost makes laugh out loud, but she manages to rein in the emotion.

“Already? Surely it’s not that late.”

Riza unstraps the baby from the seat and lifts him into her arms with an ease no one who knew her would have ever seen coming. “You’ll have more opportunities for photo shoots when he wakes up.”

Roy sighs in resignation. “Fine, but at least let me get one more.”

His words stop Riza on her path toward the nursery and she turns around with little Maes in her arms, a curious look on her face. Roy doesn’t hesitate in snapping a photo of the two of them, watching as Riza immediately frowns at the act.

“Roy, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” she admonishes.

The smile that overtakes the general’s face is doey-eyed and filled with more love than most people can even comprehend. It’d be easy to forget in that moment that the man was a powerful general in the military and not just an idiot dad in love with his family. “Indulge me,” he says by way of explanation as he sets the camera down. “I just want a picture of the two people who make me the luckiest man alive.”

Though it’s cringe-worthy at best, Riza can’t help the small upward tilt of her mouth. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“Since I became Hughes apparently.”

Riza laughs genuinely at this and turns back toward the nursery. “Well, Dad Extraordinaire, I hope you’re still feeling like that when he needs a change. You’re up for the next dirty diaper.”

An unpleasant thought, but Roy waves it away with ease as he gets up and turns toward the pile of photographs. Yes, he is obnoxious and cheesy and everyone probably hates him as soon as he pulls his wallet photos out, but he can’t help himself. He finds one in particular of Maes and Riza and his smile softens even more.

This life, the one he never thought he’d get the chance to live, is more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. So, yeah, he takes too many pictures and gets way too excited about the smallest things and has become just like his obnoxious best friend, but Roy finds it’s worth it everytime he sees either his son or his wife smile.

Oh so worth it.

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