“He’d been with her for one assassination attempt when he was eighteen and she was fifteen. They’d fought together and, while it was scary, it was nothing compared to this. Someone had actually gotten to her. Someone hurt her.”
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. Person B secretly listening to Person A sing a sweet lullaby to their child every night. After Person A unexpectedly passes away, Person B attempts to sing the same lullaby so their son/daughter, but ends up bursting into tears, much to the child’s confusion.(This was originally a oneshot but then it got out of hand)
Pairing: RoyxRiza Genre: Drama, Suspense, a little bit of Humor, a little bit of Fluff. Word Count: 2,164 Written for the prompt: Jealousy Summary:
Mustang’s team is put in charge of infiltrating a suspected prostitution
ring and Riza offers to go in as bait. Roy hates the idea, but they go
with it as it’s the best plan they can come up with. Roy ends up being
jealous and angry for the entire mission, even when things go south and
Riza’s life is put in jeopardy.
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.
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.
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
“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?”