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Royai Alphabet Series: C

Sorry that it’s taken me so long to get this up. That’s the problem with not having any internet, not to mention my living situation has been difficult as of late. I’ll probably continue to be more sporadic with my postings and with my replying to people, but fear not, I haven’t stopped writing! With no internet means more time to write with less distraction. That being said, I had fun with this one, and it’s the first time I’ve written Ling, so let’s have some fun!

C is for Children

There looked to be enough food to feed a small village on the table before him. Roy was pretty damn hungry and had found a love for traditional Xingese food, but he did not think that they would be able to eat all of what was in front of them. He couldn’t name most of the stuff that was on the table, except for picking out a protein and some vegetables here and there. It had been decades since he’d ever wanted for food, but this would have possibly fed the entire orphanage that he’d lived in for a few months of his childhood and the staff.

“It really wasn’t necessary to go to such lengths, Alphonse,” Roy finally managed, still gaping at the spread.

Princess May strolled around the table to place the last bit of silverware down. “You haven’t eaten with my half brother yet, have you?”

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Royai Alphabet Series: A

I told you all that I was going to do this series. I just didn’t expect to get distracted by writing six other things first. I’m also in the middle of writing the third part of the daemons AU, but I really got some inspiration for this the other day when I figured out what word I wanted to use. As for this, I decided to do something different. They’ll all be stand-alones, as usual, but some of them are going to be connected too. It’ll be in order this time though. So like the first five will be connected and then the next five and so forth. I’ll also be writing characters that I didn’t do much with in the 100 drabble series. And without further ado, let’s begin!

A is for Adventure

The sun was glaringly bright, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as Roy had expected when he stepped off the train. It was nothing like Ishval had been and nowhere near as painful as the desert. Roy honestly wasn’t sure how Ling Yao with his two bodyguards had made it across all those years ago, much less a lone thirteen year-old Princess May Chang. It made him think of Edward and Alphonse Elric, alchemy prodigies at such a young age. And what had he been doing at thirteen?

Oh yeah, that was right: he was stuck studying basic alchemy under a mad man in a decrepit house in the middle of nowhere and trying to convince his daughter to say more than five words to him.

Nonetheless, Roy was more than relieved that things were different now. They’d just managed to establish a railroad track and phone line between the two countries, which had proven to be more difficult than anyone anticipated. It had almost been easier to help rebuild Ishval, and that had taken years. One of the largest reasons that they had been able to accomplish building any sort of bridges between the two countries had been because of Alphonse Elric. He’d taken on his unofficial role as Amestris ambassador in Xing with particular gusto. It had certainly helped that he had a lot of pull with the new Emperor of Xing.

Putting on his military cap helped with the bright sunlight, a decent shade falling over the top half of his face and the front of the cap shielding his eyes. He liked the way it didn’t allow people to look him directly in the eyes and covered his expressions. It closed him off to people when he didn’t feel like talking to them. In this case, he was a newcomer to a foreign land, and while he normally would’ve tried to appear as open and friendly as possible, wanting to put on a good face for Amestris, he felt strangely uncomfortable the moment he stepped off the train.

Maybe it had to do with the looks that he’d caught from a few Xingese natives. All of them wore the same looks on their faces: first recognition, then confusion, and finally disgruntlement. For the first time in many, many years, Roy felt like an alien in his own skin, like he didn’t belong, and he didn’t know what to do. Growing up, he had mostly enjoyed the fact that he looked fairly different from everyone, if only because it made him stand out and somehow it made things easier with people. He wasn’t the picture perfect Amestrian, apparently having inherited his mother’s Xingese looks.

Being in Xing now suddenly reminded him of those first few months after Madam Christmas had adopted him and brought him back to live to Central with her. So many people had looked at him in bewilderment, some even walking up right to them and asking where he had come from, like he was some sort of exotic animal. Kids had bullied him for his different looks, to the point where he had become so defensive and once even cried and begged Christmas to take him back home.

Roy recalled his foster mother’s words now: “You’re different, Roy boy, and you always will be, but don’t ever let it be your weakness. There is only one of you, so make it count. Show them how great it is to be different.”

It hadn’t been very comforting to a six year-old, but her words had sunk into his skin. Whenever he was lying in bed and frustrated with how much he stood out from everyone else, he would think back on those words and he used any hate and ignorance to harden him. They didn’t know he was. They didn’t know his history. They knew nothing about him. So what if he looked like them but a stranger in an Amestrian military uniform? He could use that to his advantage. He knew little of this country except for what he studied and the random bits that he could remember from his mother like a dream.

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i would part the sea - royai (3)

Well here it is, the third and final part to the wedding/assassination fic! I’m not terribly pleased with how it turned out, if only because it was difficult juggling so many characters and still keeping it in the type of POV that I’m so fond of writing, but whatever. I didn’t expect to finish this tonight, so it was a happy surprise. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

i would part the sea
part three

A single gunshot rang out in the air, echoing in the hallway, and then there was silence.

Still on his knees with his hands in the air, Roy blinked. Aidan stood completely rigid in front of him wearing an expression that spoke of terror and also wonder, his dark eyes wider than ever before and his eyebrows raised, almost like he had seen a ghost.

The sound of something hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes almost made him start. He somehow managed to tear his eyes away from his son and look back at the slumped and prone body of the man that had been holding a gun to his head seconds ago. Blood began to seep out of his head and pool around him, his gun lying slack in his hand.

That was when it hit Roy, like a punch to the gut that forced him to suck in air. He hadn’t been shot. Instead, his would-be assassin had been shot by…

“Not on my watch,” Riza proclaimed in a flat tone as she lowered her own handgun. She wore a hardened look on her face, her normally bright eyes filled with a cold glow, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Despite the fact that she was still in her wedding dress, she looked remarkably like the soldier that had promised to guard his back all those years ago.

It was only when they connected eyes with one another did that sight fade away. He saw shame in them, not because she had killed a man. She probably felt guilt for having not been here with them the entire time, at almost failing to protect them. When her eyes flickered to their son, he watched as she pulled back in on herself, reigning in her pain, the same way that Aidan did, as he had learned it from her. Now Roy recognized the look on Aidan’s face and the shame in Riza’s eyes.

She had killed a man in front of him. Roy knew immediately that Riza would be plagued with the fear that Aidan would see her as a killer and not as his greatest protector and source of comfort.

Just as Roy opened his mouth, the man pointing a gun at Havoc leaped forward to grab hold of Aidan. Before Roy could do anything, the man was stopped dead in his tracks when Riza snapped the gun up in his direction, aiming it directly at his head. “Don’t you dare touch my son,” she growled.

“Mom!” Aidan burst out, as if coming back to life. He ran full speed towards her, past Roy, and Riza bent down just in time to catch him in one of her arms, the gun still trained at the other man. Of course he would go to her. Riza was Aidan’s rock, his constant, his guiding light, just as she was Roy’s. It would make sense that the first thing he did was the same thing that Roy wanted to do himself. Riza pressed the side of her face into Aidan’s hair, kissing the top of his head, and held onto him tightly, but she never looked away from the man she was holding at gunpoint or closed her eyes. They weren’t in the clear yet.

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