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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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And if youre still taking requests, would you mind doing a morning after where they were drunk the night before and slept the first time together? AU or not. Thanks!

of course!!! thank you i absolutely adored this one and i hope you like it! (it turned out so much angstier than i thought it would but lmao gotta stay true to my brand)

thank you so much!! uwu

Roy awoke with a pounding headache. Squeezing his eyestightly closed, grasping his aching head, he rolled over and –

His face his something solid and warm.

Eyes opening blearily, Roy could not make out what he wasseeing in front of him. There was blonde hair, a pale shoulder peeking outabove the duvet cover, the red ink of a sickeningly familiar tattoo –

Oh… Shit.

All he could do was stare down at the woman in his bed, eyeswide as his mind raced a mile a minute trying to come up with an explanationfor this. An appropriate explanation.

But there was none.

Riza stirred and groaned, lifting a hand to her head,apparently feeling a similar way to Roy. He watched, mute with his mouth partlyopened in shock, as she curled in on herself, pulling the duvet off Roy andexposing his very naked body to thecool air in the room. He shivered violently in the cold, jostling the bed as heshot up to a seated position and grabbed his boxers and t-shirt from the floor.

“What –” Riza murmured, rolling over onto her back. “R –Roy?” she stuttered. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, taking a deep breath.

This was not what he intended to happen when he suggestedgoing to get drinks last night. Her father’s funeral was yesterday morning. Notmany people came – just a couple of the townsfolk. There wasn’t a wake afterwards,just Riza exposing her back to him and entrusting her father’s research withhim. That was one of the worst afternoons of his life, so Roy took Riza intotown to the bar. There were no sorrows to speak of that she needed to drown,but uncertainty for her future hung in the air and Roy wanted to help herforget it all.

Apparently, they had forgotten too much. The last thing heremembered was kissing Riza hungrily in the back of the bar, outside the ladiesroom. What happened after that was evident in the sheets they were currently lyingin.

“Wh – What happened?” she asked fearfully.

That hurt to hear; the fear in her voice.

“I don’t remember,” he lied. It was white lie. He rememberedthe bar. He got a flash of them stumbling home well after midnight. More glimpsesof heat and passion. Whispers of words and promises against each other’s skin –

Roy squeezed his eyes tightly closed to try and block it out.If Master Hawkeye found them –

Master Hawkeye was dead.

Roy relaxed slightly.

“What?”

“I don’t know Riza, but I’m sure you can figure it out.” Roystood abruptly and left the room, his nervous energy clinging to him, refusingto let go.

This… This was unprecedented. He had always liked Riza, shewas kind and caring with such a dry sense of humour that he secretly adored. Asshe had grown older it had developed further, creeping up at the mostunexpected moments. He would never have dreamedthat it would escalate to this. She was the frighteningly quiet girl he hadgrown up beside and not someone he saw in that way…

Except when he had to leave over the Christmas break everyyear with a heavy heart upon the discovery Riza would be left alone in that housewith her recluse of a father.

Except when he would see kids from her school picking on herand feel an overwhelming urge to step in and protect her.

Except when he had seen her tattoo yesterday afternoon andfelt white hot rage boil in his veins, wishing Berthold Hawkeye could come backto life just so Roy could kill him forwhat he had done to Riza.

Okay, he really did feel that way about her.

The realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks. Roy pausedon the top step, foot raised in the air, ready to descend. One thought wasniggling at the back of his mind, freezing him in place.

You woke up in her bedand rudely brushed her off after sleeping with her. Not so brilliant for your firsttime, was it?

With the information he knew now, Roy turned around anddefeatedly headed back to her bedroom.

“Riza?” he called, knocking on the door. The sound, althoughsoft as he could make it, still shot through his pounding head. Roy winced ashe spoke, face scrunching up in pain. There was no answer. Cracking the dooropen he paused when he heard running water.

Perhaps making a start on breakfast would be a better peace offeringthan sitting on her bed waiting for her to exit the shower.

Pushing all thoughts of Riza showering from his mind, Roy quicklydescended the stairs and made a start on breakfast.

Riza apprehensively entered the kitchen, a wary look on herface as her eyes found his. He smiled weakly but it fell when Riza’s expressionturned hard. Without a word she stalked over to the oven and turned on the heatfor a clean frying pan.

“I made breakfast,” Roy offered.

“No thank you,” was her clipped reply.

“Riza –”

“Mr. Mustang,” she replied curtly, and Roy winced at the formality.Riza hadn’t called him that in years. Thisis what you get for snapping at her upstairs. This is just as much on you as it is her. The voice of reason inhis head was correct, of course. “I apologise for taking up so much of yourprecious time.” Her cold tone shot through his heart. “I took the liberty ofwriting down the train times yesterday before you arrived for the funeral. Ifyou wish, I can drive you to the station myself –”

“Riza, stop.”

“Stop what?” she asked, whirling around. There was something…different about her. It had been a year since Roy had last seen Riza, but inthis morning light, her expression hard, he saw there was a different air abouther. She stood taller, her shoulders thrown back and head held high. Whetherthat was the effect of finally being free from her father’s oppressive shadowthat no longer haunted these halls, or if it was the result of being here withBerthold while he left her behind to go off to the academy with big dreams.

He blushed, realising she had turned into a fine young woman.

This only caused her to glare at him as Roy struggled tocome up with an answer. Riza scoffed, shaking her head, as she turned back tothe oven. “I see how it is,” she muttered.

“How what is?” Roy frowned, placing his knife and fork down onthe table.

“You come back, preaching about big dreams for the world totry and win me over. Then, when you do, I show you that fucking tattoo and give you everything you want.” She angrilydropped the bacon into the pan, the sizzle no doubt matching the blood in herveins. “I played right into it like a fool. I always did with you, and youpreyed on that to get what you want.”

“That’s not it at all,”he replied, his own temper being tested.

“Well, what is it then?” she barked, refusing to look athim. A humourless laugh sounded in the cold room. “Don’t say it’s about feelings.Don’t try to kid yourself.”

“But it –”

“Don’t lie to me,” she growled, whirling around, baconforgotten as it spat oil angrily into the air. “I thought you were better thanthat. I was wrong.”

“Riza, I love you and I just fucking realised it this morning,”he replied. “Forgive me if I’m a little overwhelmed.”

“It took you that long to realise it?” she replied, tonemocking, but there was a wobble to it as another emotion threatened tooverwhelm her.

“Is that a problem?” Roy demanded.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, idiot,” Riza rounded on him, a single tear falling down her cheek.“Then you up and leave without a moment’s notice and leave me behind, alone, with that bastard. Then, when you come back, it’s for one thing only. One lastconquest before you go and take over the world with that cursed alchemy.”

“That’s not the case –”

“Really? It looked that way to me this morning when youfucked off after realising the mistake you had just made the night before.”Riza’s voice trembled in her anger and Roy watched as she clenched her handsinto fists by her side. “Flame alchemy can rot in hell for all I care. It’swhere it belongs, along with my father and anyone else who uses it.” She turnedback to face the oven, shoulders hunched over and beginning to tremble. Roywatched as she tried to keep control while trying to reign in his own temper. “Iwant you out of my house within the hour. Go and save the fucking world, Roy. I’llstill be here whenever the desire strikes you again.”

That hit a nerve.

That wasn’t what this was about at all and Riza wasn’t giving him a chance to explain that.

She is justified inher anger. You did leave abruptly both this morning and to join the military ayear ago. For someone who preached to Riza that you both “told each othereverything”, you failed to mention that little nugget of information.

It was because you didn’twant to admit you were leaving, another voice in his head replied. If you did, you would admit to leaving herbehind, subjecting her to living alone with her father once more. You would admit to subjecting Riza to a fatethat was so much less than she deserved.

She was so much more than a conquest.

Roy stood and Riza spun around at the sound, another teartracking its way down her face. She tried to fight it down, shifting to adefensive stance as he approached silently, eyes on her the whole time.

“What are you –?”

Roy wrapped his arms around her tightly. Riza struggledagainst his hold, the beginning of a snarl on her lips. She stilled when heburied his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Riza,” he whispered against her skin. “I havedone for years, I just refused to acknowledge it this last year. If I did, thecrushing reality that I had left you behind would have hit me, and I would havecome running back.” Roy heard her breath hitch. “I had to prove to your father thatnot only was I good enough for his precious alchemy, but that I was good enoughfor you as well.” Her body froze. “I returnedwith every intention of asking him for his permission to marry you.”

A strangled sob left her throat, but it was quickly smothered.“How do I know you’re not lying?” she accused, but the anger was gone from hervoice.

“Wait here?” he asked – no, begged.

Riza regarded him for a long moment before she nodded.

Returning to the kitchen with a small black box, Riza’sbreath caught in her throat when she saw it, tears pooling in her eyes.

“The reason I left so quickly this morning was I worried youmight have thought this was a mistake. We were drunk last night, and yousounded so scared when you asked what happened, I didn’t want to see the lookon your face when you realised you had made the biggest mistake of your life. Iwouldn’t have been strong enough to survive that.”

Riza choked out a laugh. “I thought you might have thought last night was a mistake. That’s why I wasso scared.” She lowered her eyes to the space between them, but her head turnedtowards the small black box he held in his left hand. “I couldn’t face thatrejection. Not after everything that has happened.”

Roy nodded, chuckling and voicing the absurdity of it all.Riza joined in, wiping away a tear from her face.

“I – I know this isn’t much,” he began, his nervousnessfinally getting hold of him as he opened the black box to show a beautiful butsimple ring. I hope she can’t see howmuch my hands are sweating. “I don’t earn a lot in the academy and… I understandif you no longer, or – or never wanted to –”

Roy was cut off as a pair of lips were pressed against his.

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reblogthiscrapkay · 7 years

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1. Caranthir 2. Eowyn 3. Tom Branson 4. Riza Hawkeye 5. R2-D2 and ALL OF THE SITUATIONS.

Okay. Let’s try this.

· Invite to dinner withparents

1. Tom Branson. Mymother would be SO PLEASED to have an attractive liberal Irishman at the tablethat she would probably demand that I marry him.

2. Caranthir. Nextbest scenario for my mom: an older, financially stable guy. She’d probably be alittle unsure about his hair\clothes\otherworldly vibe but she’s get over itbecause he’d probably be a very polite dinner guest.

3. R2-D2. My mom wouldbe more amused than anything.

4. Eowyn. She wouldprobably fit in okay at the table because she’s not super proper but still hasprincess training. She might be a bit too sad for my mom’s comfort but if youbring the topic over to how men can really suck, they’d be fine.

5. Riza Hawkeye. She actuallymight be a better dinner guest than Eowyn but my obvious love for her wouldmake my mom hella uncomfortable because apparently she believes bisexualitydoesn’t exist.

· Shipwrecked on desertisland with

1. R2-D2. R2 would be able to solve the problemalmost immediately and get us home.

2. Riza Hawkeye. She’dbe super calm and probably has already had some crazy military training thatwill help us both survive and escape.

3. Caranthir. Probablyhas some hands on “stuck in the middle of nowhere” experience but his primaryskill sets don’t apply here. Maybe he’s got a little Feanorian-making-stuffmentality that could assist in an escape.4. Eowyn. She’s slept in tents before and can kill things so it wouldn’t be toobad. No real chance of escape though.

5. Tom Branson. He’dprobably have less of an idea of what to do than I do. At least we could engagein amusing political discussions until we die from uselessness.

· In a car chase with

1. Tom Branson. Duh.

2. Riza Hawkeye. Alsohas proven skill as a car chaser.

3. R2-D2. Okay, R2 maybe a better option than Tom and Riza, but Tom and Riza could chat with me whileit happens.

4. Eowyn. Skilledhorsewoman. Maybe it will translate.

5. Caranthir. He’djust get more and more pissed by the situation and probably crash us intosomething.

· Shopping for formalwear with

1. Caranthir. I feellike he and I have similar styles and he probably has the most experience inthis area.

2. Riza Hawkeye. Hasdecent formal style but could very likely hate shopping as much as I do, whichcould be a blessing or a curse.

3. Eowyn. Our stylesare not very similar but she probably would be efficient about it.

4. Tom Branson. He hasno idea what he’s doing but would probably give helpful, honest critiques.

5. R2-D2. He wouldjust leave the store. This isn’t his arena at all.

· On the run fromcorrupt authority figures with

Same as the car chaseone.

· Trying to fixbroken-down automobile in the rain with

1. R2-D2. R2 fixes italone with minor complaints and we are on our way.

2. Tom Branson. He’scool, he knows what to do, and we’re done in a few minutes.

3. Caranthir. Getsangry but has good insurance so neither of us has to leave the car.

4. Riza Hawkeye. Chillabout it happening. Would try to fix it herself. Either way, she has okayinsurance and calls before she tries.

5. Eowyn.Is asunwilling to do anything about it as I am and would probably be angry.

· Captured bysupervillain with

Let’s be realistic:all these options are decent except Tom Branson who would just probably pissoff the supervillain by trying to convince him that his behavior is just aresult of the unequal class system.

· Wake up handcuffed to

1. Riza Hawkeye. She100% knows how to get out of handcuffs.

2. R2-D2. R2 wouldalso be able to get us uncuffed fairly quickly.

3. Tom Branson. Of theremaining three, he’d be the most okay with the situation. He’d actuallyprobably enjoying going to work with me honestly.

4. Eowyn. Would have ahuge initial freakout but then would enter into a kind of dissociative “itcould be worse” state.

5. Caranthir. Would becrazy pissed and demand that I do everything he wants to do.

· Fake-married to forundercover reasons

1. Riza Hawkeye. Hasprobably done undercover missions before and is a surprisingly convincingactress when she needs to be.

2. Caranthir. He wouldn’t revealany bad information or ever get his stories mixed up but every single emotionhe has would show on his face. He’s not great spy material for that reason.Basically if he actually liked me, he would be very good at this but if hedidn’t like me, it might be way too obvious that the marriage is false.

3. Tom Branson. Not agreat actor and likely to accidently mix up stories but very committed to thecause.

4. Eowyn. She’d be aneven worse actor than Tom Branson. Would probably eventually give up on therouse and start killing her way to a finished mission.

5. R2-D2. Who wouldeven believe this ��

· To cut and style myhair

1. Riza Hawkeye. Well,she’s actually had haircuts and would probably be very careful.

2. Eowyn. Has probablyhad haircuts before. She probably wouldn’t be able to cut it as short as I likeit because it would feel wrong to her. Once I had it right though she’dprobably be envious of my manly hair as it’s more practical than hers.

3. R2-D2. Couldpotentially download a program to do it.

4. Caranthir. In spiteof never having a haircut in his life since it’s not a thing elves do, I thinkI trust his sense of aesthetics

5. Tom Branson. Has noidea what he’s doing. Sure to make it uneven.

· To drag them away froma big fight because they’re injured

1. Riza Hawkeye. Of allof them, I think she’s the one who most likely knows when to quit.Actually, that’s it. Tom Branson, Caranthir, Eowyn, and R2 have no sense ofself preservation and probably all turn into rage monsters who would hurt me inthe process.

· To drag me away from abig fight because I’M injured

I’d trust every one ofthem to do this well and also get revenge on my behalf.

· Rewatch my favouritemovie/show with

1. Eowyn. For thereference, I am imagining us watching “Six Feet Under” and I think she’d enjoyit a lot and want to have a little talk after every episode.

2. Tom Branson. He’dalso like the show but occasionally get worked up about minor details that havenothing to do with the theme.

3. Riza Hawkeye. She’dlike the show but not discuss it as much as the others.

4. Caranthir. Hewouldn’t get the show, obviously, but would find it fascinating. Actually, in away, he might be the most fun to watch it with because he doesn’t totallyunderstand death.

5. R2-D2. Wouldbasically be like, “meh, humans.”

· Leave in charge of myhome while I’m away

Riza Hawkeye, Caranthir, and R2-D2 would alldo a very good job of this. Eowyn and Tom Branson would probably accidentlykill my theoretical plants because they forgot to come by one day.

· Study for an exam with

1. Riza Hawkeye. She’smeticulous and tenacious and patient.

2. Caranthir. He’smeticulous and tenacious but not patient.

3. Tom Branson. He’smeticulous and tenacious as long as the subject is history or politics.

4. R2-D2. Lacks ahuman touch but could provide some cool learning tools.

5. Eowyn. She comesfrom a land with no written tradition. I’d probably have to do all the work.

· Sent to assassinate me

1. Caranthir. I feellike if I’m guaranteed to die, he would be the best option because he’dprobably kill me elegantly with poison while I’m sleeping and it would bepainless.

2. R2-D2. Probably hasa fast method to get it done with little fuss.

3. Riza Hawkeye. Sheshoots me in the head. Fast but messy.

4. Eowyn. I’d die bythe sword and it would be rough unless she gets a clean decapitation shot earlyon.

5. Tom Branson. Heruns me over with a car and I suffer a lot.

· Cook dinner for

1. R2-D2. I wouldn’thave to do any cooking. I’ll just prepare some nice motor oil.

2. Tom Branson. Usedto bland meat and potatoes dishes so anything I make will probably feel like anexotic treat.

3. Riza Hawkeye. Wouldbe polite and maybe offer helpful suggestions although I don’t imagine she’smuch of a cook either. Praises the shit out of my dessert though.

4. Eowyn. Perfectlyfine with what I make. May tell me stories about how food is made in Rohan withthe slight implication that it’s better but she’s genuinely trying to behelpful, not rude.

5. Caranthir. Doesn’tsay anything rude to my face but he would genuinely be the least impressed bymy mediocre cooking.

· Get into massiveargument with

1. Riza Hawkeye. Likeme, not a grudge holder and probably pretty logical about it.

2. Caranthir. Has afast heat up to anger but probably also a fast cool down to forgiveness.

3. R2-D2. I could justreprogram R2, right

4. Eowyn. Needs a lotof cool down time but ultimately not a big grudge holder.

5. Tom Branson. Hetakes that grudge to the grave.

· Get caught in aquestionable position with

1. Caranthir. Thedrama would be excellent. I really just would love to see how the shit wouldhit the fan after this.

2. Riza Hawkeye. Shewould do a good job of convincing people that it’s not what it looks like.

3. Tom Branson. He’ddo a less good job of convincing people that it’s not what it looks like butultimately I don’t think there’d be any bad consequences because he’s atrustworthy guy and people know it.

4. Eowyn. I would beheartbroken to know that I did anything to hurt Faramir.

5. R2-D2. I don’t wantto know what this means.

· Work as bodyguard for

1. Eowyn. I will beatup Wormtongue for her.

2. Tom Branson. Hedoesn’t need a bodyguard so I’m pretty safe.

3. Caranthir. I’d bepretty useless but I’d get to live in his sweet mansion.

4. Riza Hawkeye. Whywould I be a bodyguard to the best bodyguard.

5. R2-D2. Really doesn’tneed a flesh bag protecting ‘em.

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purging-foxfire · 7 years

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Prompt: Theme F: F is for family

Length: 1′191

Notes: Welp, this story is pure wish thinking. This one doesn’t really have shipping elements? I don’t really ship much in this fandom - I love the parental - family drama stuff too much, but once in a while the countless pairings are sweet, I guess. I’m already hyped for tomorrow’s theme, if I find time I might post two stories, but chances are they’re under 1′000 words... Which reminds, me one of today’s prompts! Born different... I might just write something little with parental!Roy!! I get too many ideas...

He closes his eyes for a moment, but opens them immediately once he hears footsteps.

Hawkeye comes in, holding two cups of something.

"Good evening, Alphonse," she says with a smile, giving him one of the cups - it's filled with hot chocolate.

He holds the cup, marveling at its warmth (he can feel it, with his two own hands) and replies, "Good evening, Hawkeye."

She sits down on a chair besides the bed and takes a sip out of the cup.

"Are they still...," he begins, and she nods at him.

“They are still fighting. Everyone is hiding right now, too scared to face them."

Then she sighs a bit tired - probably from having to deal with them, and Alphonse knows he will have to talk to his brother - and stares outside the window, at a landscape filled with glittering snow.

"I don't understand the Brigadier-General... Edward wouldn't possibly..."

For a moment, he has to remind himself that Colonel Roy Mustang is Brigadier-General Roy Mustang and then he speaks, "He would."

Hawkeye looks up startled, and Alphonse repeats himself, "Brother would stay."

"Edward... would...?"

And then Alphonse smiles, taking a sip of his hot chocolate and looks outside the window. He had years to observe humans - study them and their thinking process. That included his brother and the Brigadier-General as well.

He knows Mustang is worried - no matter how safe Resembool is - and he cares, he really does. It's something his brother also knows, because no matter how harsh and dense he can be at times, Edward isn't stupid - and never has been.

Of course, they have Granny and Winry - but Winry is in Rush Valley, being able to do what she loves and Granny is old, and shouldn't have to look after Alphonse, who still can't move very well and Edward who is pretty much getting used to his right arm.

And honestly? They have the best reason to stay.

They were little and the world? It was so small. They didn't know anything but safety of Resembool and their mother's warm embrace. They spend days running around, playing with Winry and helping their beloved mother. They were a family - and even their father's missing shadow couldn't change that.

But their mother's death could and did for a while.

Everything turned into a mess and Alphonse learnt to get used to sight of a grave and his brother’s hurt, but warm gaze, that slowly turned cold – and then they met Izumi and Sig. It was better for a while – and both could ignore the thoughts of taboos and ingredients for a human.

Until they couldn’t.

They returned and Al knew it was wrong. So, so wrong. But he wanted their mother back as much as Ed did, and the thought of loving green eyes and a warm smile, slowly shoved those doubts in the back of his mind.

And then there was circle in the basement and a taboo was broken. Dried blood and a deformed corpse was the reminder, as was Al’s body and the automail Ed wore. Al didn’t get to see the corpse – his brother was bleeding out after saving him, he hadn’t time to watch and observe a goddamn corpse (it wasn’t their mother after all, and Ed was alive). And before he knew it, Granny Pinako and Ed made sure he never would see it. A part of him was so grateful, another guilty (especially when he heard his brother scream, “Sorry! Forgive me, mother!” in the middle of the night).

But it made them family again, once the colonel visited them. Black eyes and words that could set fire – that did (Al saw it in his brother’s eyes after the colonel and his lieutenant went away, burning fire, determination). Al never wanted to thank a person so much.

They lived with Pinako and Winry – but Al knew, saw it. The way his brother made sure, that they hadn’t to depend them – cooking, baking, cleaning, sewing, name it – he learnt it all.

And Winry was there, cleaning his armor, laughing with him and telling him tales. Granny was there, telling him stories, telling him about dad and about everything. They were a family and Al thought it was worth it (but his body, no, his armor was a reminder and everyone knew it).

Ed didn’t scream when he lived through an operation, most grown men despised, he didn’t complain all the times it hurt and he fell – he always stood up, and Al knew he was the reason – the reason his brother was alive.

A year passed.

Fullmetal Alchemist.

No one knew how much this name really meant to them – it was their determination, their goal – it was a name Edward wore for only his brother, and not some Führer that found some things way too hilarious than he should.

Al knew that, his brother’s thoughts and his motivation. They traveled everywhere, anywhere – as long there was the mention of a red stone and a forbidden taboo. But they weren’t always away – couldn’t, or people would get too suspicious. On those days, they would stay in the office for once and learn.

About Havoc’s smoking problem, and his long (but funny) complaints about how his own commanding officer stole his girlfriends.

About Falman’s surprising amount knowledge and love for books.

About Fuery’s shy yet strong determination to help – to be.

About Breda’s fear of dogs, but love for any other animals.

They would learn and suddenly Alphonse didn’t register this people as coworkers or Mustang’s team anymore. No, they were family.

Especially the colonel and the lieutenant that had his back.

And Alphonse knew, that deep down, Ed felt the same – how couldn’t he, when Roy was there whilst their biological father wasn’t (Alphonse may be more willing to forgive and learn about their real father than his brother, but he shared the sentiments his brother had towards that man, even if only a bit)? How could he not, when Riza was always willing to listen, to help?

Family didn’t sound that distant anymore. It never did in the beginning – and both brothers knew that.

And now? Now he had his body back, everyone was safe, and the Brigadier-General on his way to the position he wanted.

And honestly, Alphonse would be damned if let the chance of family, this warm feeling, go, just because his brother was stubborn. They both needed them, those people that looked after them, still do.

He grabs the cup tighter, and Riza says his name in concern. “Al?”

At the same time, steps echo in the hall outside his room, the door is opened and both stare at the two standing there – Roy and Ed, just like Al expected.

Both walk in and Roy closes the door, whilst Ed steps nearer to Al and looks at him with a look that tells him everything.

“Hey Al… you wouldn’t mind… if we stayed in Central?”

And Al smiles, whilst Riza’s eyes widen and Roy’s smirk turns into a smile.

“Of course not, Brother. Let’s stay.”

With their family.

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