The thing with Roy and Riza is that they don’t have to get sexual, romantic, or even touch each other at all, for it to be clear they have chosen each other as partners in a common goal for a long term, possibly for life. In this partnership there’s trust, respect, communication, affection, and even need.
This much is established in the series. So, does the fact that there’s no conventional sign of courtship make this ship any less canon?
“Before you kill me,” Riza says grimly, gingerly wiping her bleeding lip. “Please just let me tell the Colonel something. One last thing…please.”
Roy stiffens from where he is also bound to a chair, just across from Riza. The slimy-looking man who had captured them makes a show of lightly stroking his chin in thought before saying, “you have one sentence.”
Roy feels a coil of apprehension settle in his gut. His team was supposed to have been here by now, this entire mission was supposed to have been in their control. But right now, he and Riza sit in this musty warehouse, bleeding, bruised, and seemingly about to die.
He lifts his gaze to meet Riza’s, and finds comfort in her warm brown eyes. She gives him a look, one that he knows means trust me, before opening her mouth.
And nothing could’ve ever prepared him for what came out of her mouth next.
Roy feels his jaw slacken, his eyes widen, and his entire posture slump. That didn’t make any sense…his pain-glazed mind thinks hard for a moment before it clicks.
Just then, just under the satisfied and repulsive laughter of their captor, who is saying something about the irony of that sentence, or whatever, Roy can hear the faint sound of metal scratching within the lock.
Seconds later, the rest of his team bursts in, Havoc quickly using the butt of his gun to knock out the men as he approaches the leader, who he tells to step away from his superior officers, and put down his knife.
Within seconds, Fuery has untied Riza, who quickly comes over to him to untie his own ropes.
“Are you okay, Colonel?” She asks.
“Fine,” He replies. “But what you said, Lieutenant?”
“The code-word, for when the guards were closest to the door.”
Roy can’t help the smile that’s spreading on his face.
“Havoc was outside for the past little bit, then?”
She nods in confirmation.
“But why that?” He gently grasps her wrist as she finishes undoing the knot, keeping her in front of him.
“Because it needed to be something noticeable from everything else, something that is entirely unexpected…”
“Not ‘I love you,’?” Roy whispers.
He watches as a quick shadow of embarrassment crosses her face before she meets his gaze.
“Havoc think that’s too reasonable,” she laughs quietly. “He said we’re too obvious, that that would be expected.”
Roy smiles softly and squeezes her hands. Riza looks back to him and shoots back a quiet quirk of her own lips.
“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, Lieutenant,” he says, bending forwards to press a brief kiss to the corner of her lips, where a quick flick of a knife had caught her just slightly hours before.
“You too, Colonel.”
Too obvious, huh, Roy thinks as he watches Riza cross to where Havoc stands.
As much as he hates to admit it, but maybe the chain-smoking Lieutenant had a good point.
Case in favor of fictional superior/subordinate relationships: Roy and Riza from FMA, my #1 OTP. ;-;
yE SSSS PER f ECT EXAMPLE!!!!
But see, this is exactly what I mean: Riza and Roy not only knew each other before they developed a professional relationship (making them peers), said relationship is clearly not one where Roy has all the power. He is her superior, yes, but she has ZERO qualms about calling him out on his bullshit when it’s warranted.
Even better: he wants her to.
1000/10 ship, would reccomend over and over again. Perfect example of Superior/Subordinate ship done right (small wonder; is there anything FMA didn’t get right?).
can we get more after promised day headcanons, be it the two years before ed and al leave again or after, thnx baeboi
Ed & Winry’s two kids both hate milk which Winry blames Ed for. However, he still makes them drink it since it’s essential for toddlers.
Ed & Winry buy two houses. One in Rush Valley and the Rockbell Shop back in their home town. Paninya often stays at the one in Rush when they’re not.
Winry learns alchemy from Izumi while Ed is on a trip. She wanted to be closer to Ed and figured a surprise would be the best way. Also, being able to transmute metals would be an ace up her sleeve if it’s an emergency/Rush job. Ed found out when Izumi called him and asked, “So you’re wife learned how to transmute metals in half the time you did. Were you just slacking off or is she just that damn good?”
Winry gets the serpents cross tattoo on her shoulder in red. Ed gets a matching one in black.
Al straight up turns into how Maes was when he marries May. Often telling people how much she loves him and he loves her and Ed smiles at first before getting annoyed after three years of it.
Ling & Lan Fan adopt a son. She didn’t want to experience the “joy of child birth” and Ling had no objections.
Lan Fan always beat Ed in sparring matchs.
Ling almost created an international incident when he dropped by Roy Mustang’s inauguration. Not that he wasn’t invited. But, he slipped past the guards and photobombed the picture being shoulder to shoulder with the leader of Amestris.
Roy & Ed’s kids all join the military. Much to their delight, Roy’s son Maes & Ed’s daughter Nina, are just friends. Ed’s son Yuri however, is very gay. Maes Mustang is bisexual. You see where this is going?
Winry once got drunk and heckled a pregnant sheep calling it a ‘fat whale’ and threatened to ‘shave the cloud off of it if it didn’t stop talking shit’.
Winry is an angry drunk.
Riza made funny faces at her son and everyone else’s babies. Roy tried to take a picture but couldn’t manage to without her noticing.
Riza never hurt another person until she was 54 and saw a mugging. She then broke the mugger’ balls with a swift kick.
Riza gave the first speech at Jean’s funeral. Praising him for his work and being a good friend.
YOOOOO!!! Heard you're currently obsessing over Hamilton! Finally! I can talk to someone about... yes! You guessed it! Hamilton AU!! Where Roy is Alexander and Riza is Eliza!! AAAAA!!!
AAHHH!! An AU!! OMG!! Okay okay! I AM HYPED!!
- Roy is Alexander “Fight Me” Hamilton
- Riza is Elizabeth “Cinnamon Roll Too Good Too Pure For World” Schuyler-Hamilton
- Rebecca is Angelica Schuyler maybe…? And Maria Ross is Peggy?
- Maes Hughes is Alex’s best friend John Laurens and yes, he still he dies (Raise a glass to freeeeddoomm!!! Tomorrow there’ll be more of us!!)
- and idk, Jean Havoc is Lafayette?? Breda is Hercules Mulligan?
-Washington has to be Grumman. I can’t imagine Bradley as Washington, being a dad to Roy
-Bradley can be King George and be all sassy or something. (Or Father could be King George OMG)
- Thomas Jefferson could be Olivier Armstrong. Omg! Just imagine her and Roy going at it at their rap battle cabinet meetings! (I know they wont let a woman in during those times but I can dream can’t I? ;-; )
- and IDK why but I can’t seem to find a Burr…
You can add your thoughts to this. I just wrote this in a rush when I saw your message anon! I got too excited! Lol
A few people wanted a continuation of thesedrabbles, so this is the final piece that ties them together.
“I thought you were dead.”
The first thing she remembered was his lips against her brow.
And then she slept.
The second, the smoothing drone of his voice addressing her over the annoying hum that plagued her sleep.
And then she slept.
It wasn’t until a week later, Riza had been told, that she finally opened her eyes, and was promptly greeted by the dull, muted popcorn texture of the ceiling above her. Her eyes immediately unfocused and her lids, already beginning to feel too heavy to hold open, nagged her to close them and sleep again. Before she was allowed to drift again, however, a strangled gasp cut through the air and tore her from her stupor. In that same breath, something slipped beneath her hand. Too worn to pull it away, she instead rolled her head to the side and found herself face to face with Roy Mustang. Riza blinked slowly, her vision unfocusing and refocusing before his face finally came back into view.
He stared back, his expression mirroring the daze she was in, making no move to speak. But then a small smile broke across his face and he slid off the chair he had been sitting on, kneeling down beside her. Brushing the fringe from her eyes, the smile on his face growing by the second, he murmured, “Hello, sleepyhead.”
She languidly opened her mouth to reply, but found her tongue to be particularly parched and dry, her words sticking in the back of her throat. Rather than uttering the words she had meticulously pieced together in her otherwise muddled thoughts, she gave him a small, indistinguishable squeak as her reply.
He shook his head and pressed his free hand against the back of her hand, sandwiching it between his. “Don’t speak. Just rest,” he ordered softly. “You’ve been asleep for a while.”
Riza’s brow wrinkled and, despite his order, opened her mouth and tried to form the question of how long and why. But once again the words proved too taxing for her and she instead clamped her jaw shut and waited for him to continue.
His eyes softened, understanding her pleading stare. She silently watched him toss back and forth whether or not he wanted to respond. But after a few moments of fighting with himself, he shook his head and said, “You… lost a lot of blood from the injury. To be safe, they made you sleep for a while so you could recover.” The smile on his face faltered and she lifted her brows concernedly. Roy blinked a few times and exhaled, averting his gaze from hers for a few moments to collect his thoughts again.
In an attempt to bring him back to her, she squeezed the hand beneath his, prompting him to look at her again. This time she could see that his eyes had developed a thin film of wetness. He was quick to blink it away, returning the subtle show of affection she had given him by tightening his hold. “I’m just glad you’re alright,” he admitted quietly. “I had thought… god, Riza, I had thought you were dead.”
He broke their eye contact again, turning away to blink away the tears that had begun to develop in the corners of his eyes again. She gave him a few moments, silently absorbing his features, taking in every little bit of information that she could, despite her body’s plea that she sleep again. His cheekbones appeared more prominent before, the fullness of his cheeks hollowed out and skeletal in nature. She could see dark bags hanging beneath his eyes, a testament to what she could only assume were a number of sleepless nights that eventually led up to that moment. He had been so worried about her, so distraught, that he had sacrificed his health watching over her.
Calling forth what little strength she had, she lifted the hand he was holding a few centimeters before dropping it, once again pulling him out of his internal dialogue. When he turned to face her again, she licked her lips and curled the corners of them up, giving him the largest smile she could muster. Her words finally finding purchase in her throat, she whispered, “’S’okay. I… told you I would stay…”
For that drabble thing, could you write royai #6? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
HELLO YES THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE HOLY COW THANK YOU
6 - “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
After an incredibly long, tiring, and particularly testing day at work, Riza couldn’t be more excited at the prospect of a hot shower, a large mug of her favorite tea, and a few chapters of that new romance novel that Rebecca had sent from East City. The perfect evening.
So, Riza was understandably frustrated, and sure, shocked, when she, after greeting Black Hayate and taking off her uniform jacket, walked into her bedroom to find it already occupied.
Possessing a composure she wouldn’t have ever expected herself to have in this scenario, Riza simply sighs, dragging a tired hand over her face before she looks her superior officer straight in the eyes.
“Colonel, is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Roy Mustang has the grace to look embarrassed, and Riza fights down a laugh at the extreme uncertainty that paints his features.
He clears his throat before addressing her. “Ah - Lieutenant…”
She watches him with raised eyebrows, a sign of her growing impatience.
“I uh…” he swallows. “I lost a bet, with the men.”
“Mhmmm, and what exactly was that bet, sir?” Riza thinks back to the team’s poorly-concealed laughter and whispering during the day - something that had driven her patience extremely thin, and suddenly can see the pieces clicking into place.
“Breda said that he didn’t think I could finish all of my paperwork for today and tomorrow in the time from lunch to the end of the day,” Roy supplies, tugging her thin sheets further up on his bare chest. Riza focuses her eyes on his face, not on where his legs from toes to mid-thigh lay exposed on her mattress.
“I said I could, and then Havoc made it a bet, and the losing side was to…well…be lying naked in your bed when you arrived home.”
Riza thinks to the way that Roy had left the office, right at the 0600 mark (not unusual), but with a flushed face and a half-hearted excuse of having to get home for something. Fuery’s bright red face, paired with an impish grin, made a lot more sense now.
“I see…” Riza replies.
Roy nods sheepishly.
“I did really think I could do it, Hawkeye,” he continues. “Finish the paperwork, that is.”
He scowls before continuing.
“But Havoc and Breda got Falman to hide half of today’s in your desk while we were at that meeting with Grumman. You were delivering today’s paperwork to Sheska when Havoc went and opened your desk, took out the few reports, maybe three, and said that I’d lost.”
Riza fights down a laugh at her teammates antics, but refrains, Roy is already thoroughly embarrassed.
Shrugging, Roy says, “so here I am.”
“And how long do you stay here?” Riza asks.
Roy’s face reddens and Riza suddenly fears the worst.
Sighing, she crosses over to where Roy’s civilian clothes lay on the ground beside her bed. She picks them up, and holds the bundle towards him.
“All due respect, sir,” she says as he takes them. “Get the hell out of my bed.”
Roy nods quickly, and goes to stand, prompting Riza to quickly shut her eyes.
She hears him pause in the doorway. “Couch?” He asks.
“Couch,” she says sharply. Riza waits until she hears the quiet pads of his bare feet retreat into her living room, before plopping down onto her bed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
There would be no Friday bar-night tomorrow for the men, oh no. Instead, they would be finishing paperwork for through the coming Tuesday. That would teach them to ever do something like this again.
He spends his time out of town, out of the country, working on making sure the countries that surround them are all on good terms with Amestris. Roy never gets a break, and because of it, his and Riza’s private moments are fleeting, even if they’re married. He prefers this over having a rendezvous because they can’t be together, though; and he always makes sure to come home as soon as he can when she tells him, because after one pregnancy failing, they are trying for another one.
Riza is bundled up next to him, sitting in the train with him as they travel up to Briggs. Olivier, even if she despises him, has called him up because of an attempted seige by Drachman forces, which her men fought easily against. He doesn’t look forward to seeing her, so he’s brought Riza along – the General prefers her over him, had even tried to get her to be a Briggs soldier. Roy has found that she is much more agreeable when Riza is there. Besides, they haven’t had alone time for a while now, so the train ride is almost cathartic.
Her head is laying against his shoulder, the scarf she wears covering her face and her hands held in his, because even with gloves on his natural heat is better than cloth, and she has always been naturally cold. Roy is worried about her now, though; before they had left, she had vomited in the toilet early in the morning and was queasy the rest of the day, not eating anything because when she had tried, she threw it up again. This has been going on for a while, and he worries that it’s something serious. She insists that she’s fine, but he knows that she just doesn’t want him worrying. He takes the silent moment between them to ask. “How do you feel?”
She sighs against him, her face flushed prettily from the cold and she snuggles closer to him. “Actually, I just found out what’s going on with me.”
His stomach twists. She doesn’t seem anxious or nervous though, so he holds his breath. “What is it?”
“When I went to the doctor a few weeks ago, he said it wasn’t a virus or bug…” Riza looks up at him, her hand moving up to squeeze his arm tightly, and smiles. “I wanted to tell you in person. Roy, I’m pregnant.”
At first, the words don’t register; then, it sinks in, and he doesn’t think twice as he leans down to kiss her, once, twice, three times. She laughs at his excitement, and he stops to utter a few words. “How long have you known?”
“About three weeks. I never got a chance to tell you in person.”
His eyes wanders from her face to her stomach, where her jacket is buttoned up, and all he can do is beam and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer and soaking in the feel of knowing they will soon finally be parents.
This ended up being much longer than a ten sentence drabble. Whoops.
And yeah, this kind of thing has been done before, sorry I’m not being original here, but I’m a sucker for this trope and jealous Roy, okay? Also, there’s a World of Warcraft reference in this fic. I like throwing in easter eggs for WoW for some reason.
Jealousy (Thy Name is Roy Mustang)
The Slaughtered Lamb was a seedy joint nestled in the back alleys of First Street in one of Central City’s more unsavory districts. On the surface, the tavern appeared to be nothing more than a scummy bar with shady patrons and blunt staff, but it was reported to be a front for illegal human trafficking networks focusing on prostitution. Mustang’s team was put in charge of the investigation into the matter.
After much deliberation on how they would go about infiltrating the place, Hawkeye eventually suggested that she go in as bait. The rest of the team would be in the area to watch her back, and she could certainly handle things on her own, but Roy still hated the idea and voiced his concerns. It turned into an argument and the rest of the team knew to keep quiet when Mustang and Hawkeye butted heads, so they remained silent and stationary in front of the colonel’s desk.
“That plan is too dangerous, Lieutenant, I won’t allow it.”
Riza sighed and glared at the colonel.
“And what other options do we have? They’ll certainly be suspicious if a group of men they’ve never seen before just waltz in like they’re regulars.”
“That’s still a better option than letting you go in there alone. Safety in numbers.”
“You and Havoc can keep watch inside the bar while I attempt to draw their attention. What about that?”
That gave Roy pause and he leaned forward in his chair, running a hand through his hair and sighing in frustration. She had a point. She was always right and he didn’t know why he ever tried to argue with her. He rarely came out the victor in any of their spats. He grit his teeth and frowned as he struggled to think of a better solution before finally taking a deep breath, letting it out in a low growl.
“Fine. We’ll go with your plan. Havoc, you’ll accompany me inside the bar and help keep an eye out for suspicious activity and make sure the lieutenant isn’t harmed. Fuery, you’ll be stationed in a hotel room across the street to relay the situation back to Falman who will be here in the office. Breda, you’ll be hidden in the alleyway to back us up. The usual. You’re all dismissed. See you tomorrow night.”
The team saluted and filed out of the office, but Riza hung back, knowing Roy was not finished griping to her about the mission.
She was right.
“Lieutenant,” Roy said, gesturing into his interior office. “A word?”
Riza held back a sigh as she draped her coat back over her chair and stepped into his interior office. He closed the door behind her and crossed his arms, glaring at her. She returned the gesture, mimicking his posture in preparation to defend her stance on the subject until he dropped it.
The night of the undercover operation was overcast and cool. Rain was in the forecast for the evening and that was just another thing added on to the list of reasons why Roy Mustang was in a foul mood. The main reason being his beautiful first lieutenant smiling and giggling uncharacteristically on a stool at the bar next to a greasy yet well-dressed man whose hands were wandering to places that made Roy fume. He wanted to burn the man’s hands off, but instead, he composed himself and averted his gaze, taking deep breaths so he wouldn’t do anything drastic and blow their cover.
Hawkeye was wearing a form fitting black dress that barely reached her mid-thigh and had a high collar with a scooping neckline. She was gorgeous and for someone else to be touching her while she looked like that was killing Mustang. If they didn’t get out of there soon, he was going to torch the place with his jealous gaze alone.
Havoc was sitting on the other side of the bar in a booth kiddie corner from Roy and he glanced at his superior officer warily. Even from his distance it was easy to see that the colonel was agitated. He lit a cigarette as his eyes drifted back to Lieutenant Hawkeye. He’d have to be extra alert tonight. If anything slipped by his notice, Mustang would definitely chew him out and that was something he’d much rather avoid.
Riza was uncomfortable, but did her best not to show it. Roy was an excellent actor and Riza could match him when it came to pretending to be someone she was not. She tried not to look at Roy too often throughout the night, knowing he was not happy.
Nothing suspicious had caught her eye yet so there was no reason to get Roy’s attention. As much as she wanted to go over to him and scold him for acting so childishly, she kept her focus on the man beside her, the supposed owner of the tavern and possible leader of the illegal prostitution ring. With any luck, he’d attempt to coerce her into joining his business and that would be all the proof she needed to put her gun to his head and place him under arrest.
Focusing on the weight of the gun in her thigh holster was helping to get her through the night. The man next to her was wearing too much cologne and was far too friendly and handsy for her liking. It was definitely a show and Riza matched his good natured facade with her own Elizabeth persona, flirty and loose, but ready to whip out her gun at the detection of even the slightest bit of hostility. She only hoped that Roy would also keep his emotions in check until the time was right to act.
Roy nursed his whisky on the rocks and glared at the man whose arm was wrapped far too low on his lieutenant’s waist. Every time Riza giggled and scooted closer to the man, whispering in his ear, Roy’s fingers twitched, itching to snap. He shouldn’t have agreed to this mission. It was too risky and it put Riza into the worst kind of situation. It took every ounce of control to not stomp over there, pull her from that greaseball, wrap his own arm around her waist, and punch the man in the face. But Riza would kill him for such a stunt, so he gripped his glass tighter and waited, staring at his reflection in his drink to distract himself from his anger.
The sounds of wood scraping across the floor brought his attention back to the bar where the man stood from his stool and held Riza tight against his side as he casually made his way toward the back of the bar. Roy’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Riza would never have allowed herself to be half dragged like that. Something was wrong.
Roy made eye contact with Havoc and the second lieutenant seemed to have come to the same conclusion, because worry lined his face as well. They moved simultaneously, but the moment Havoc stood, his legs gave out and he fell into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Panic flared in Roy’s gut. If they had drugged Riza and Havoc’s drinks, then his was probably drugged too and that meant their cover must have been blown from the very beginning.
Mustang was suddenly grateful that the man had distracted him so much. He only had a couple of sips of his drink and felt no different then he had when they arrived two hours earlier. But that meant that Havoc and Riza were out of commission and, with no time to run out the door and contact Breda, Roy was on his own.
“That’s as far as you go, pal,” came a voice to Roy’s right and he turned to see the beefy bartender had a gun trained on him.
Roy frowned and his mind worked double time to come up with a way to get Havoc and Hawkeye out safely. Thankful for his foresight, Roy lifted his left gloved hand and snapped, singeing the bar tender’s hand and surprising the man enough that he yelped and dropped his gun. Roy dove over the bar and grabbed the gun before the bartender had time to recover.
“I’ll be taking this,” Roy said to the man before knocking him out with the butt of the gun.
With the bartender taken care of, Roy hurried to follow Riza, cautiously opening the door she and the bar owner disappeared through. He found himself at the top of a staircase and he descended quietly, gun held at his side, hand raised and ready to snap. At the bottom of the stairs was a long, dark hallway, damp and musty from lack of use, and Roy crinkled his nose when the scent of mold and decay hit him.
A light was on in a room at the very end of the hall, the door to which was slightly ajar, and Roy picked up the pace, jogging over to it and counting to three before bursting in, his gloved hand held in front of him.
Mustang froze at the sight before him, rage bubbling up inside as he took everything in.
A half unconscious Riza was still being held closely by the bar’s owner whose hand was paused midway from lifting her skirt. A shocked expression was on his face as he stared at Roy who had interrupted his inspection of the newest asset to his line of goods.
“So, the drugs didn’t affect you, hm?” The man asked, taking his hand from Riza’s skirt to place it on her shoulder. “This beautiful specimen is part of your team, I take it?” The slimy bastard smirked and ran his hand down Riza’s side, pointedly brushing the side of her breast before stopping below her waist. “She’ll make an excellent addition to my collection.”
“Get your hands off of her,” Roy growled, low and menacing.
The bar owner took an involuntary step back under Roy’s furious gaze.
They were supposed to bring the man in to be jailed, but all Roy wanted to do was burn him alive for hurting the members of his team and especially for what he was doing to his most precious of subordinates. The way the man was touching her was disgraceful, and Roy couldn’t stand it. Orders be damned. He put the familiar pressure into the motion to snap, but before he could, Riza’s voice broke the silence and he stopped, gaze focusing on her.
Roy started to argue, but Riza, even in her near oblivious state, was coherent enough to reach for her gun and shoot the man in the leg. He went down with a cry of surprise and Roy immediately sprang into action, rushing to Riza’s side to catch her before she fell. Roy pressed his gun against the bar owner’s temple and smirked in triumph.
“It’s over for you,” Roy said just as hurried footsteps approached from behind.
Roy gripped Riza’s waist a little tighter, holding her closer to him in preparation for trouble. If the bar owner had backup, Roy would protect Riza at all costs.
Thankfully, it was Breda who ran into the room, gun held high. Once he took in the situation, he holstered his gun and leapt forward to grip the bar owner’s arm, tugging him to stand up then handcuffing him.
“I’ve got this asshole, boss, you take care of Hawkeye.”
“He’s fine, sir. A little disoriented, but he didn’t drink enough of whatever drug they used to cause problems.”
“Good to hear. We’ll follow you, now get him out of here.”
Breda nodded and practically dragged the man out of the room.
Roy turned his attention to his lieutenant pressed against his side and she gave him a tired, weary smile. Things had almost gone very badly and she knew he was going to reprimand her for it. She had been careless with her drink, having taken several sips to keep up appearances in front of the creepy bar owner.
“You were too reckless, Lieutenant. I told you this was a bad idea.”
“It worked… out though,” Riza replied, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Roy sighed heavily.
“But it almost didn’t…And the way he was touching you…”
Riza cut him off with a light press of her index and middle fingers against his lips.
“But you… stopped him. You… wouldn’t have let him…do anything. I trust you.”
Roy smiled softly and squeezed her hand.
“That’s enough talking, Lieutenant. I’ll get you to the medics, so don’t push yourself. If you pass out, I’ll be here to protect you.”
Riza returned his soft smile before succumbing to the effects of the drugs in her system.
Roy slipped his hand under her knees, placing the other over her shoulder, and carried her out the door. They captured the criminal and Riza was safe, and the latter was all that really mattered.
I ended up rushing the end because I just couldn’t stop writing. Lol Sorry. It could have been so much better but eehhh I was sick of writing for this. xD Hope you enjoyed this anyway.
how about some sort of truth serum or truth alchemy AU with royai? But fluffy and sweet because they are nerds
Yes, good, YES.
“C’mon, Colonel,” Havoc pressed. “You can’t just tell us that you had a date and then leave it at ‘we had dinner and took a nighttime stroll.’ We need details.”
“I told you already, Lieutenant Havoc,” Roy grumbled as he finished up the sentence was working on for their latest mission’s report. Ignoring his subordinate’s groan, he stole a glance toward Riza to see that she was working as diligently as ever, as though nothing had happened. He frowned, once again reconstructing the transmutation circle she had stumbled upon in his mind’s eye. Its runes suggested something to do with the mind and mouth, interestingly, but as far as they could both tell nothing had happened. She had reassured him over and over that if she felt differently, he would be the first to know.
“How about you, Hawkeye?” Snapping out of his daze, Roy found that Havoc had turned his attention toward Riza. “You know the chief better than anyone. Who’s this mystery girl he’s been dating?”
Riza sighed and shook her head. “Me,” she answered casually. “And you’re correct. After our midnight walk we spent the night in bed–” Her head shot up and a blush blossomed across her face the moment those words left her lips.
Feeling his own face begin to burn as Havoc gaped at her, Roy suddenly understood what that circle had been for.
Cause your previous drabbles hit me with so much feels, Parental!Royai + 11 *o*
so I completely failed at the 10 sentences thing, and this was more feelings-centric rather than actions… hope it’s alright :’)
11 - sulky
“It seems like every time I see him, Edward is always in a bad mood,” Roy says as he throws down his ever present black overcoat on the back of the couch.
Continuing over to collapse into his chair, which he then spins to face the window, Roy rubs his temples as Riza shuts his office door softly behind them.
“Sir,” she begins placatingly. “These past few weeks have been difficult for him, for all of us, with everything that’s happened - finding Barry and all. But you know as well as I do that he does care about you. A lot.”
When Roy speaks again, his voice is quiet, uncertain. “I don’t know, Hawkeye…seems like he hates me pretty thoroughly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him not be sulky and sarcastic around me.”
She purses her lips for a moment before setting down her own coat on top of her superior’s and walking over to his desk. She pauses before quietly saying, “I know what those two boys mean to you, Sir.”
She hears him take a shuddering inhale before he replies, “sure, but it’s pretty clear that Fullmetal doesn’t appreciate whatever I try to do…even if it’s to keep him safe, or happy, or hell, just alive!”
He turns sharply in his chair, but Riza doesn’t even flinch. “I know I’m not their father, Riza, but somebody has to look out for them…and I guess it feels like it has to be me.”
“Colonel, it doesn’t have to be you, but it’s okay that it is - you’re a good man, and those two trust you. I trust you.”
Roy drags his hands over his face before meeting her concerned gaze. “I don’t want to let them down, and yet it seems that’s all I can ever do.”
Riza ignores whatever propriety that is supposed to exist between them and takes his hand in hers, to which Roy responds by absently running his thumb over her knuckles.
“You don’t let them down, I promise.” Before he can interject to say otherwise, she continues. “Edward…he keeps people shut out because he doesn’t want to get hurt, but as much as you may think so, he cares about you, and in his own way, he’s already let you in. It doesn’t look the same for everyone - remember how long it took for me to open up to you?”
Roy laughs humorously. “Months… And even then I couldn’t tell if you actually cared about me or were just putting up with me to keep me helping you around the house.”
“Listen, Roy,” Riza continues softly, a fleeting smile the only acknowledgment of his words. “I know you think it’s wrong to feel something like a paternal obligation towards Ed and Al, but it’s not. If that were the case, then my own feelings towards them would be wrong too. I know I’m not their mother, but that’s not going to stop me from caring about them as if I was.”
“They adore you,” Roy says.
“And they adore you too,” Riza says pointedly. “Don’t hold yourself to a different standard.”
“Well, all feelings aside, I still can’t always protect them,” Roy sighs.
“No, you can’t, nobody can,” Riza replies. “But you have me, and I’m with you, and we’re going to do our damn best to keep those two safe and see them get their bodies back.”
Roy smiles sadly and squeezes her hand.
“I’ll follow you into hell, remember?” Riza returns his smile and continues, “and that includes doing everything I possibly can to keep those that you, and I, care about, safe.”
for micro-prompts, if you have time, can you do Royai 99?
Roy’s greatest fear was Riza’s newfound solace.
When her steady breaths had become so quiet that he could no longer hear her beside him when he awoke. Visions of her ruby-red throat and and pleading stare would flash before his unseeing eyes and he would succumb to his hysteria, his scrambling feet always carrying his intentions faster than his voice.
He would collapse beside her bed, hands frantically groping until he found and aroused her.
There was always a panicked gasp, an uttered rank, but never a scolding tone. Instead there was only a warm embrace and silent reassurance as his senses returned to him, a reminder to him that she was there -always there- and always would be.
If you feel like it, could you write 18, 22, or 32 for royai? Whichever you feel like ^^
thank you friend ;; this got a wee bit angsty… and is young!Royai :’)
Royai 32 – “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Roy watches as his breath clouds in the cool autumn air. There’s a certain calm to the quiet hustle and bustle of the small town’s train station, but for once it doesn’t do anything to help soothe his erratically beating heart.
He’s entirely too conscious of Riza’s presence mere inches away, and inhales deeply to try and minimize the coil of anxiety that’s pitted in his gut.
Acting on an impulse, he reaches for her hand. Roy feels her glance at him as she tangles her fingers in his, and braces himself for the rush of words that wait impatiently to tumble out of his mouth.
He speaks softly into the quiet between them, “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified…”
Her grip on his hand stiffens ever so slightly, before tightening as she guides his body to face her.
In all their years together, they had left many things unspoken. Her apprehension of his arrival, his refusal to let her be alone, her stoic confidence and acceptance of him, their friendship….their possible something more.
Roy knows that words aren’t their thing, not really, not when they somehow know each other so well that that type of communication is unnecessary…but he can’t help himself now.
His train to the military academy will be arriving in the next few minutes, and he’s never felt like he’s needed words more than in this moment right now.
He’s brought back to the reality of the station by Riza wrapping her arms around him. He chokes back a sob as he bends down slightly to wrap his own arms around her petite frame.
“It’s okay to be afraid,” she says quietly. “It’s okay…”
He takes a shuddering breath in before he whispers, “what if I don’t make it back?”
Suddenly she leans back and looks up at him, guiding his face in her callused hands to look at her own. He’s taken aback at the fire in her eyes.
“You will come back,” she says with a hardness he hasn’t heard for a long time. “You have to come back,” her voice breaks slightly as she continues, “I’m not losing my best friend.”
A piercing whistle signifies the arrival of the train that will take him to Eastern City. Roy swallows, blinking his eyes to try to clear the tears that threaten to spill, and smiles sadly as he watches Riza’s eyes well up too.
“I’ll be back…” he whispers, letting his instinct guide him to tuck a piece of flyaway hair behind her ear. “I’ll write to you, and I’ll be back.”
She returns his sad smile and offers her pinky to him. He can’t help but laugh quietly, a few years back this had been something they’d started, a silly but meaningful reassurance of their promises to each other.
“I promise,” he says, linking his pinky with hers.
The second whistle blows, prompting many passengers to bid their goodbyes and begin to board. Roy is about try again to say his own goodbye, when Riza surprises him.
She rocks forward onto her toes and lightly presses her lips to his, bringing a hand to cup his face. His eyes widen for a moment before he closes them and bends to meet her, his own hand snaking to pull her closer.
It’s over far too quickly, lasting only a few moments that seem like several sunlight days.
One of Riza’s hands remains on his chest, and she looks up at him with a flushed face. He feels his own cheeks heat as he gazes back.
“I’m a bit terrified too,” she says quietly. He nods, understanding her own unspoken words, back to what they’re comfortable with.
“I’ll see you soon,” he replies. She nods, and he picks up his bag, walking onto the train before he can’t get himself to leave at all.
As he shows his ticket, he glances back to where Riza stands, straight and composed, and smiles. He waves a hand, and watches as she smiles, that same sad quirk of her lips as before, and raise her own hand to him.
Despite that fear, Roy knew he’d come back. He had to.