Black Hayate isn’t the first dog Riza ever had. When she was younger, she found a scraggly mutt dog that had been abandoned in the woods near her home. She used to feed her scraps of food and even built the dog a hutch to live in. Everywhere she went and everything she did, the dog would follow. All of this under the nose of her father. But then, one day the dog simply vanished and never returned home.

To this day she still doesn’t know what happened to her loyal first pet.

The Madness of Queen Riza

or Why Can’t I stop Obsessing about Episode 19

So I’ve read some great thoughts about FMAB Ep19 and Mustang’s fight with Lust, Al’s protection of Riza and Riza’s reaction. And I’ve loved them all and if you’ve not read them links are below. 

Mustang is, I believe, in total control of his actions.

These could be the eyes of a man losing it to anger and revenge, or they could be the eyes of a man in intense physical pain fighting with all his strength to protect four people he has responsibility for. He’s already underestimated his opponent once, to great cost, and won’t do it again.

During the later fight with, and torture of Envy, Mustang is at the point of total madness.  However when dealing with Lust he is focused on eliminating a threat to himself and his subordinates.  Unlike Envy, who Mustang delights in hurting before even trying to kill them, his attitude to Lust is, “I’ll keep killing you till you’re dead.” He’s just getting the job done.

Al is throughly epic. His understanding of the situation and response is flawless and @egalitarian-nature-blog says is so well. Please read her take on it.

But it’s Riza’s response in all this that really intrigues me. Up till now Riza has always displayed cool and efficient behaviour. Earlier in Episode 19 she berates Mustang when he intervenes in the mission and temporarily disables Gluttony. Hawkeye says that “ matter what happens to us..” he was to have kept his involvement a secret.

At the moment she believes that Lust has killed Mustang she gives up. If Mustang is dead then there is no “mission”, no reason to go on and as she said earlier, it doesn’t matter what happens to her. She is suddenly without purpose and full of despair. Her only action, after realising the impotence of her weapons, is to tell Alphonse to get out of there.

However, when Hawkeye realises her mistake, and that Mustang isn’t dead, she swings to the extreme opposite. But instead of the cool and efficient Hawkeye we usually see, we have a frantic outburst of unthinking, manic action.

Cool efficient Riza would know that by pulling away from Al’s protection and stepping out at this moment she would only hinder her Commanding Officer’s attack. Rational Riza would know that if she puts herself in the line of fire she will only give an advantage to the enemy.  So at this point Riza is far from rational and if anyone is at the point of losing themselves in the madness of the moment it’s Hawkeye.

That’s what makes this scene so compelling for me. It’s probably the only time we see Riza Hawkeye fuelled by raw emotion, unhindered by all the layers of self-control and self-denial she has developed over the years. Perhaps her loss of control in this fight is what gives her the insight to help her Colonel in his moment of madness.

Please check out these posts. They are all very worth reading.

@egalitarian-nature-blog ‘s great take on Al is over here.

@sofiakkuma said very good things here.

(Though I kind of disagree, I love any analysis of this 🙂)

@theysangastheyslew​ says some great things in her tags on this post.  (Read her tags!!)

@aheartmadefullmetal16 thoughts can be found here.  (With a little bit that I added.)

And a couple of my previous efforts are here and over there.

tea-withjamandbread  asked:

Let's see... How about Royai for “Just this once, please stay.” or “You were and still are my everything.” Or both, if you feel like writing extra angst!

Thanks so much! Here’s a post Hughes’ funeral musing scene. Cue angst.


The vase will drop eventually no matter how long it appears to be suspended in mid-air. In the end, it will fall and crack into little pieces. Someone will have to sweep it up and put it back together.

Riza was worried. She knew Roy’s stiff upper lip and pride could only sustain him for so long. The only emotion he was outwardly showing was raw anger.

It could not last. He was going to fall and break at some stage, and she wanted to be there for him when it did. She would not forgive herself if she wasn’t. She needed to be there - not just for him, but for herself too.

It would not take away his pain, but it was all she could give.

The first cracks in his facade had already started to appear. After the funeral, Riza had turned away as he wiped away quiet tears. Then he put his mask back on.

She had not been able to help him then, not in their uniforms and certainly not in public.

That was why Elizabeth entered Madame Christmas’ bar. She wore a low cut dress with a high back, her blonde hair down around her shoulders.

Riza could feel the collective eyes of the bar on her the moment she walked in. Her high heels clicked as she strode across the floor catching the eye of the proprietor.

She always felt uneasy entering Christmas’ bar no matter how welcoming the Madame and her girls made her feel. It probably did not help that she was almost always in disguise as Elizabeth when she visited.

“Elizabeth, I’m glad you’re here, ” Chris jerked her head toward the right. “He’s out back. I’m sure you know how to find the parlour.”

Riza smiled in thanks.

Chris grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “He’s in a bad way.”

The younger woman’s smile dimmed. “I thought so. There’s only so much that a man can take. Even Roy Mustang.”

Chris released her hand. Riza walked around the counter and through the door that led out into to the private quarters.

The parlour was the second room to the right. Riza rapped lightly on the door with her knuckles.

“Come in,” she heard Roy say.

She opened the door and stepped over the threshold. His back was to her as she entered.

“Fancy some company? I brought a bottle of your favourite brandy.”

“Lieutenant?” He turned around, his eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?”

He averted his gaze. She thought he was going to say something. Instead he turned around and took two glasses from the drinks cabinet.

He looked over his shoulder. “You’ll raise a toast to Hughes with me?”

She raised an eyebrow and nodded.

He took the bottle from her, and poured two glasses. He handed her one of them and gestured for her to sit down on the couch. He sat down beside her.

He raised his glass. “To Hughes.”

“To fallen friends,” she added.

Roy swallowed most of the contents of his glass in one go.

“Such a waste,” he said bitterly. “Leaving behind a wife and a child like that.”

She knew what he was thinking.

We killed sons, brothers and fathers. Even daughters and sisters and mothers. We’re monsters too.

She couldn’t say it.

Roy turned his head and looked at her. “Why do you follow me, Lieutenant, when I have the deaths of so many people on my hands?”

“I believe in you,” she said. “You’re going to make the changes that this country needs.”

He sighed. “I wish I had as much belief in myself as you have in me.”

Swallowing the remains in his glass, he continued, “Will you have another?”

She shook her head, a crease forming in her brow, and he stood up.

“And Hughes’ death was not your fault either,” she whispered.

The glass slipped from his hand.

Smash. Crack.

Even though he had his back to her, she saw his body stiffen at her words. He turned around slowly, fists clenched tightly.

“He was trying to tell me something,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Of course, it was my fault.” He unclenched his hands and stared down at them. “All this blood, red I can’t wash off.”

“Roy, I-”

Deciding words were not what he needed at this time, Riza stood up and closed the distance between them. He only looked up when she wrapped her arms around him.

He let out a little sob before returning the embrace, harder. He was trembling and her heart ached for him. But not only for him. It ached for Hughes, and for Gracia, and little Elicia.

It’s not fair.

Her eyes started to sting. She knew more than anyone how unfair life could be.

“Lieutenant, just promise me you won’t die too.”

“I can’t promise that,” she said, “but I swear I’ll go out fighting if death comes for me.”

He pulled back suddenly, but his hands on her upper arms. “Close your eyes!”

She frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Please, just close your eyes.”

She obeyed and he embraced her again. Her lips twitched upward. She relaxed into his tight embrace despite the knowledge that even an act of comfort like this could get them both in trouble. She wanted to give him more, so much more. She wanted to kiss away the tears, help him forget his grief for a little while.

“Thank you for coming.” His voice was hoarse. “How do you always know when I need you the most?”

“We’ve been together a long time.”

She could feel a dampness on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes. “You’re crying.”

She wiped away a tear away with her thumb.

“I thought I told you not to open your eyes.”

"You don’t need to hide from me?”

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Roy, I’ve seen you at your best, and your worst. And I’m still here.”

She leaned in towards him and pressed her lips against his.

They pulled apart and stared at one another. He closed his eyes and kissed her softly. She parted her lips and he deepened the kiss. He pulled her closer to him and she hooked her arms around his neck. His lips tasted of brandy, but she did not think it was the alcohol that was making her dizzy.

When they parted for breath, he leaned his forehead against hers. “We have to stop.”

“Your aunt could walk in any moment.”

“You know what I mean. Besides, Chris would not let anyone disturb us.”

She pulled back a little; Being so close was too tempting.

“She’s just as subtle as-”

“Hughes,” Roy finished, a sad smile on his face. “He would be devastated that he died before I found a wife.”

“Do you want me to take over his role?”

“No thank you, Lieutenant. You have more important tasks. I honestly think he was more focused on getting me married than helping me become Fuhrer.”

“I’ll miss him,” she said. “But we won’t let his death be in vain.”

He looked into her eyes. “You know you could have a normal life away from this. I wouldn’t think any less of you.”

“But then, who would protect you from yourself?”

“And shoot me in the back if I stray from the correct path.” He grabbed her hands and squeezed. “I’m indebted to you.”

She held her breath in anticipation of him kissing her again, but her dropped her hands. He walked over to the sofa again and sat down.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight. Can you… just this once, please stay? We could just share stories about Hughes.”

“A bit like a wake in reverse,” Riza said. She inclined her head. “You could repay me in alcohol.”.


Enthrallment / ch iii

this fic can also be found on or ao3

this ficlet series is dedicated to @queenxolivier​, who inspired me to write this and is just a stellar person in general. 11/10 would friend again.

Wrath may be the first human homunculus, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he understands them.


“It’s becoming sickening to watch you grow infatuated with yet another human, little brother.”

It is late on a Friday night, and Bradley sits in his study, catching up on paperwork that he had not been able to complete during his working hours. His job may be nothing more than ceremonial in the larger scheme of this country, yet it would not do to get behind in his work. There is only so far he can push and prod in this human role before the others around him will notice.

Of course, it would be a lot easier if he wasn’t dealing with a sulky homunculi stalking around his study in a bid to seem important and necessary. Neither of them particularly enjoys the little charade of doting father and son – but sacrifices must be made in order to support their father. It is the least they could do for their creator, after all.

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What do you mean this isn’t canon? Anti-Fraternization law? What are you talking about? Basically, Al and Mei are back from Xing, and Ed volunteered to take them to Roy’s office for some Xing-related business.

AHH, finally finished this! Wanted to post this last July 7 as a gift for myself but nope. Many thanks to @pahndah who’s been so patient with me on the anatomy ;u; as well as my FMA trash bbs @swordbreaker and @thecoolandspicyotaku for helping me with the ranking of Riza and Roy! (who’s already a Colonel and a General, respectively. I also hope you notice the uniform exchange) I know nothing, as in nothing, about the Military, so v many thanks to you two! (all uniform mistakes are mine!)