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Broken Games
ive written 19 songs about royai im a trash can

Royai Week ‘17 // Day 1: Chess

HAPPY ROYAI WEEK!!! SO IT’S 1:20 AM AND I CAN’T SLEEP SO AHH!?!?! HERE’S MY FIRST ENTRY! A song I wrote about Roy and Riza that I hope captured today’s theme. I hope you dig if you listen!!! <3


Can you see the bullets flying through the smoke?
The deadliest weapon I’ve kept in my arsenal.
Triggers like heartstrings.
She pulls and we win.
I’m in love.

Fighting with the shards of broken games.
Bloodstains left on the board where we played.
Horizons in each other’s eyes.
This is where we’re meant to die.
We can’t raise our flags until we say
checkmate.

Are we lighting fires to revive what was lost?
We battle on graveyards of the nameless ones we crossed.
Forever haunted.
Now all we want is for these souls to rest.

Fighting with the shards of broken games.
Bloodstains left on the board where we played.
Horizons in each other’s eyes.
This is where we’re meant to die.
We can’t raise our flags until we say
checkmate.

The sword and shield of the queen
forever protecting me.
Secrets I’ll never tell.

War is just a dirty game.
We end up broken all the same.
Follow me into hell.

Fighting with the shards of broken games.
Bloodstains left on the board where we played.
Horizons in each other’s eyes.
This is where we’re meant to die.
We can’t raise our flags until we say
checkmate.

anonymous asked:

16 for royai ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

16) things you said with no space between us


He tore into her uniform like it was standing between him and air after being under water for too long. And maybe it was.

Some days it felt like he couldn’t breathe until he was touching her, his fingertips brushing against her hot skin, his lips brushing against her neck, his body pressed against hers. Only then, only when he could feel her heart beat, when her mouth warmed him, when her hands guided him, did he feel like he could take a deep breath and sigh. He was drowning one second and then he was breathing her in, taking his fill of her to last him before he went under again.

Who knew how long it would be until the next time he could come up for air?

He needed her. It was a maddening sort of need, one that filled him to the brim some days but left him empty and cold on most. He couldn’t have her – wasn’t supposed to have her – which made someone as insatiable and demanding as him simmer with desire even more. He had always wanted more, ever since he was a child. Some called it ambition; others called it greed. He was strong enough to admit that it was both. Sometimes he wanted too much. He didn’t feel guilty over it, except when it came to her.

He worried that he asked too much of her – that he wanted too much – that he took too much when he couldn’t give enough in return. She deserved more than this. He wanted to give her more than this. The world, if she asked it – he would give her anything – but she never asked anything more of him than what he had to offer. It wasn’t enough.

Trysts in the dark, fleeting looks in the open, brief touches that sent flames shooting through his fingertips. They had more now than before, moments here and there that seemed too good to be true and not good enough, moments they coveted and stole. He hoarded the memory of those moments like a dragon would his gold. He desperately needed more. A time, a touch, a night that pulled them together until they were forced to push apart and he was sated, but only for so long.

When they finally did have a moment together, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s knowing and desire, he was relentless. There was always a voice in the back of his mind, warning him, encouraging him, telling him, Slow – you must go slower, savor this, enjoy this, remember this, but he couldn’t help himself. He had been patient for so long, for years, and he was wound up like a clock running out of time. Now, the word burned through his heart; he had to have her now. He was tired of being patient. He was tired of never being enough.

Some nights, like tonight, he didn’t even bother with the entire uniform, just what he could rid her of the easiest to gain access. The lamp on his desk in his home office swayed precariously as he ground his hips into hers, pressing her into the wood. His fingers slid over the exposed skin of her stomach, sliding around her back, dancing under the edges of the transmutation circle marking her, as he mouth moved against her chest until she was gasping and clinging to him as desperately as he felt. He let her move against him, biting through the pain of how much he wanted her, and groaned deep in his chest when tiny, vulnerable, knee-buckling whimpers began to tumble out of her mouth.

The second she took in a deep, gasping breath, he was on her again, fumbling with her belt. He couldn’t wait any longer. It had been almost two months. Funny how he’d been able to withstand years of not having her before and now he felt like digging his nails into his palms after a week. He was messy with his wanting, every touch sending his intent through her, and growled against her skin as he struggled with the last bit of their once carefully maintained defense keeping them apart.

“I need you,” he panted into the crook of her neck, next to nothing between them.

One hand threading through his dark hair, the other sliding down to his wrist. I know. She didn’t need to speak and in fact rarely did so during these moments. Her words came loud and clear through her touches, whether they were feather light, nails scraping down his back, soothing rubs, or bruise-pressing grips.

His breath turned ragged and his head fell back when she moved her hand down to touch him and he jerked against her, into her, wanting more. “Riza–”

She smiled shyly as she pressed her lips against his, a smile he found impossibly tantalizing since the first time he coaxed it out of her when he said her name after so long of hoarding it in his mind only. Breathe, the kiss said, and he did, stilling himself, forcing himself to halt his manic desire. She kissed him again and he breathed her in and, yes, this was what he needed, not just wanted. He smiled in return.

They didn’t have long – they never did – but he would take whatever time with her that he could have. He would breathe. He would savor her now for when he could not after. He could be good. This would be enough for now until it wasn’t.

Unspoken

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Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes (characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)

once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist​ for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;

I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty.  In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful.  Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible.  Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!


“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building.  “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax, sir,” Riza responds.  She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right.  “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money.  I’m sure the inside is nicer.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts.  Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.

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This is kinda lazy but it’s 1 am and I was listening to a song and its lyrics reminded me of these two so I made a little thing. And I love the concept.

Juha Tapio - Kaksi Puuta

It’s a Finnish song but I’m sure you can find a translation somewhere. The song is about two old trees that stand apart from each other but somewhere under the ground their roots are entwined. So, basically, Royai uwu

xennariel  asked:

Since you asked to send you a ship and an au, how about royai with your daemon au? If you're in the mood for it. =)

(You can consider this a missing scene from the original daemon AU fic that started it all, rummaging in our souls.)


Neither one of them anticipate how awkward it will be when Roy moves in for the time it will take him to decode the alchemy transmutation circle on her back. It’s not like they can just fall right back into the routine they were in before he left for the Academy, after all. His leaving hurt them all in their own ways and it’s clear that no one in the house wants to talk about it or what it might mean.

Shula is eager at first, bounding inside like she’s a young cub. She sticks at Roy’s side long enough for him to put his things back in his old room before roaming around the house. By the time she comes back though, she’s a lot more subdued and slow-moving, her tail almost totally still and her eyes no longer bright and not saying anything.

Riza can tell right away that the lion daemon is disappointed. Things have changed in the Hawkeye house, but definitely not for the better. It started to fall apart right as her father’s health, both physical and mental, began to rapidly decline, like the two were tied together intrinsically. She struggles to look at the daemon, feeling a stab of shame – she could have done so much more – but then Wojciech nips at her fingers.

You did the best you could, he practically scolds her. You did more than you should have.

Most of her knows that. It was almost impossible to manage the upkeep of both the house and her father, along with working in the town in order to scramble together some sort of money to support them. And she was also healing and in pain from the tattoo the entire time too. Every time Wojciech catches a glimpse of her back, she feels a burn of resentment rising in him. Near the end, he wouldn’t even be in the same room as her father and he ignored her father’s Vidya outright. The two daemons were never close, truth be told, but she never saw such a level of disrespect or such coldness on Wojciech’s side before.

But then, Wojciech has always been incredibly protective of her, like it’s his duty to watch over her when no one else has. It’s why Roy and Shula’s leaving hurt him so terribly. He grew to trust them – not with himself, but with her. She thinks he feels guilty at times for pushing the two of them together back when Roy was her father’s apprentice, as if it was his fault for her getting hurt in the end. It’s not, of course, but Wojciech is obstinate.

It’s difficult to gain the wolf’s trust, but even more so to gain it back. Riza cannot miss the wariness in Roy’s body and eyes whenever he’s in the same room as Wojciech. One upon a time, Wojciech would come to him willingly, happily, but now her daemon prowls in the dark corners of the house, his eyes glaring in the night light, and even Roy can tell that he’s not exactly welcome here despite Riza opening up her home and heart to him again. Maybe she’s softer than her daemon – maybe she just misses Roy that much that it’s easier to forgive him for what she knows wasn’t meant to be cruel – but the past few years has hardened Wojciech in a way that neither of them anticipated.

He was all she had when he thought that there might be something more. In his mind, Roy and Shula didn’t just leave them to join the military; they left the two of them alone to suffer.

“So, ah, how do you want to go about doing this?” Roy asks nervously over breakfast. It’s nothing much, just the last scraps of food. She hasn’t had the chance to go grocery shopping and is low on money besides. Roy might’ve paid for the funeral, but she’ll be damned if he thinks that he’s going to pay for everything else during his stay as well. Maybe Wojciech isn’t the only stubborn one here.

“It’s simple, isn’t it?” Riza replies while picking up their plates. He immediately goes to stand up to help, but she waves him down. She was doing this on her own before he came into her and Wojciech’s lives and she continued to do it without any help after he left. She can feel the sting of her dismiss without looking at him and a burst of pride from Wojciech. “You study the alchemy notes and figure out the key to my father’s research.”

“Yes, but you–” Roy swallows.

Riza turns from the sink to face him and gives him a flat look. “It’s just my back, Mr. Mustang.”

Roy’s face turns red, but he sits up straighter in the chair. “It’s Roy. You don’t have to call me that.”

The word “anymore” is implied, but not said out loud. Her father is dead. There is no one holding them accountable for being proper. She could touch him if she wanted to – she could touch Shula, if she wanted to (and she does, despite everything, despite them leaving, she does) – but she holds herself back regardless. Wojciech’s distant nature is bleeding into her, she thinks. It’s not that she doesn’t trust Roy – she wouldn’t have told him about her father’s flame alchemy research if she didn’t – it’s that she’s, well…

She’s afraid.

Wojciech lets out a huff from his spot in the doorway. Shula’s tail flicks irritably, her eyes locked on the wolf, but neither one of them say anything. Riza wonders how long it will take before whatever damaged befell them will be repaired. Her daemon is prone to holding grudges and Shula is so prideful.

Once everything is cleaned and put away, they retire to the study. Both she and Roy decided the night before that they would get started on decoding the notes as soon as possible. She’s both worried that the time it takes will be too brief and that it will be too long. She doesn’t want him to go again, but she’s not sure how long she can handle him being here either, especially with the way she catches Shula looking at her longingly. Riza missed them.

Even though he’ll have to look at her eventually, Roy turns away as Riza takes off her shirt and bra, choosing to murmur something to Shula. She lays belly down on the couch that they pushed in here last night, resting her head on a pillow and clutching a blanket underneath her chest to cover herself up as best as she can. Wojciech lays down on the ground so that she can reach down to rest her hand on his head if need be. It’s the closest he’s allowed Roy to come to him since the night her father died.

(There’s an image that Riza can’t forget: Roy turning to face them, a stunned and panicked look on his pale face, his eyes wide, dust from her father’s hawk daemon sliding through his fingers, and then reaching out to Wojciech on instinct – and Wojciech, taking one step forward without thinking, then rearing back and leaving the room as quickly as possible and Shula hiding her face in her front paws, the hurt so palpable in the room that it physically pained Riza…)

Roy eases himself on the ground next to the couch with a notebook and pencil in his hand. Shula sits at his back, her body pressed against his so that he could lean against her if he wanted, and it’s like the two daemons form a protective barrier around them, both keeping Roy and Riza apart and yet together somehow.

The second Roy’s fingers touch her back again, she takes a sharp intake of breath and he jerks his hand back and mumbles, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Riza sighs, closing her eyes. A mixture of distrust and concern sparks in Wojciech’s mind, but he doesn’t move. “Your hand was just colder than I expected.”

“Not for long, hopefully,” Roy says, a clumsy attempt at joking. It shouldn’t make her smile, not in the least bit, but it does. He’s trying. It might not seem like it, but she can tell that he’s trying as best as he can. It’s just terribly difficult to appease a wolf.

She hears him blow on his hands and then feels his fingers on her skin again. In all honesty, he probably doesn’t need to touch her, but it makes her feel better. It’s like he’s acknowledging that she isn’t just a piece of information to look at and study. She’s a human being; she’s real. This will mark her forever as it will mark him once he cracks the code – as surely as he marked her the night he first touched her daemon on accident and Wojciech settled.

“Did it hurt?” Roy asks quietly, though both of them know that the answer is an obvious one. He’s trying to fill the void of the silence.

“Yes,” Riza tells him, not even trying to be gentle. “It took many long sessions.”

She can feel the tension in him through his touch on her back as his fingertips glide over the transmutation circle. It burns her again, like he’s painting over it with his touch, and she tries not to shiver. She wants to look at him. She wants to roll over and face him. It’s so stupid and silly of her, but she wants to kiss him. Even now, even after everything, after the all the loss and pain. She just wants him back home. Instead, she stays stock still.

“I can believe it,” Roy says. “This is the most complex array that I have ever seen in my life.”

“How long do you think it will take you to unravel it?”

“I don’t know,” Roy admits. “Weeks?”

There’s a lull of silence between them as they all contemplate what that might mean. Weeks of Roy and Shula being in the house. Will it still feel lonely? Can they even come close to falling back in their old routine or has too much changed? Will any of them be able to stand it? There’s so much tension lying in the room between them now. It feels like both Wojciech and Shula are ready to tear into each other.

“Riza,” Roy breathes and he’s so close and his touch is so feather light that it makes her want to cry. She hasn’t cried in a long time. Warmth from Wojciech swells up inside of her, but he can only do so much and knows it too. “I should never have left you.”

“You did what you thought was best,” Riza tells him, opening her eyes and turning her head to look at him. “I don’t resent you and I’m not angry either.”

It’s not an empty or cold tone; her voice is filled with understanding that she truly believes in. It took a lot of time for her to get over his leaving and the sparsity of his letters, but she did it in the end. She knows that he didn’t mean to hurt her. It was time for him to leave. Maybe she should have left too.

“I knew that your father wasn’t exactly stable, but I left anyways because I was greedy and I wanted more,” Roy says, stilling his hand and lying his palm flat on her lower back.

“You shouldn’t feel ashamed for wanting to do more with your life,” Riza points out. She knows that Wojciech doesn’t necessarily agree, but he’s a hypocrite in this area. How many times did he tell her the same thing when things were so rough and hard in this house? “Your time here was done.”

Roy bites his lip. “But I didn’t want it to be done with you too.”

It hits her hard, but she does her best not to react. She can tell that she doesn’t do a great job, going tense under his hand and glancing away from the intensity of his gaze. “We all make decisions that have ups and downs. You chose to leave and I chose to stay. They both had their consequences in the end.” That was something hard for her to acknowledge. Roy and Shula left, but she stayed. She refused to pass that off and take away her own choice. “Besides, you’re here now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Roy replies, nodding his head. “We’re here.”

“Good.” Riza smiles at him. “Now no more slacking. We’re not kids anymore.”

Roy chuckles and returns his own weak lop-sided grin, but then does as he was told. Riza turns her head and closes her eyes again, but reaches down to rub Wojciech’s head and scratch him behind the ears. His restlessness is beginning to bleed into her and she needs to sit still if Roy is going to get any work done. He’d never admit it and she would never ask him to, but Riza knows: her daemon is scared too. But they will always have each other.

Catalysts
Miladyknits
Catalysts

Royai Week ‘17 // Day 3: Catalyst

Back at it again with songs about Royai. Here’s my song for Day 3 of Royaiweek. I hope you all enjoy! <3


Catalysts

One shot ringing in the dark
A tiny flame lit from a spark
The first punch of a typewriter key
The discreet way you signal me

Your goal to be ruler of the land
The secret code, the slight of hand
With all your men, you are the king
A subtle gloat, a dial tone ring

Each one happening in a moment
A promise that need not be spoken
We are gonna make a move
In 4, 3, 2

Together, we are gonna light the flame
That’s gonna burn the shame
Away from this land
We are the catalysts
And we know it won’t be bliss
But it’s worth it
We know it’s worth it
Because nothing good worth having comes for free

All your men get split from you
You concentrate, organise a coup
We can’t speak without a code
I knock twice, you say you know

You care for those who’re close to you
Sent the girls away, blew the bar up too
We’ve all chosen to desert
The plans in motion, all on alert

Each one happening in a moment
A promise that need not be spoken
We are gonna make a move
In 4, 3, 2

Together, we are gonna light the flame
That’s gonna burn the shame
Away from this land
We are the catalysts
And we know it won’t be bliss
But it’s worth it
We know it’s worth it
Because nothing good worth having comes for free

We know that there’ll be risks
We know that there’ll be rain
We know that there’s no pleasure
Without a little pain

We know that there’ll be sparks
We know that there’ll be fire
But together we’re gonna take this country
High, high, higher
High, high, higher
High, high, high

We are gonna make a move
In 4, 3, 2

Together, we are gonna light the flame
That’s gonna burn the shame
Away from this land
We are the catalysts
And we know it won’t be bliss
But it’s worth it
We know it’s worth it
Because nothing good worth having comes for free

And I know we have to do this,
So I’m glad that you’re with me

Yours
Garbage Bag
Yours

My hand slipped and I accidentally wrote another Royai song. I have no explanation except that I love them and hope you like this if you listen. I WROTE IT TODAY. IMPULSE-RECORDED. IMPULSE-POSTED. AHH. EXCUSE SLOPPY GUITAR. *tosses self into garbage*

We’re caught in a rainstorm that never ends.
Time stops for the beast ravaging my head.
Can I pretend to fall asleep with you?
I know you’re scarred, tormented, grieving too.

I’ve untied my bloody wrists.
How do we move on from this?
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

If I surrender to our monster’s pain
and somehow I can’t remember my name, 
you know my truth better than anyone.
Bring us deliverance, once and for all.

You’ve given me all of you.
There is nothing we can’t do.
Do you know how you’ve saved me?

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

Words are passing through our hands.
Like the rain that never ends.
Your promise follows it down.
Don’t let me forget the sound.

Pull the trigger again.
Watch the soul inside
your bullet find the sky.

The barrel’s pressed to my head.
Take my heart as yours.
I won’t hurt you anymore.

Crooked Crowns
Miladyknits
Crooked Crowns

Royai Week ‘17 // Day 1: Chess

IT’S FINALLY TIME!!! Ok, so I’m super duper excited for Royaiweek and beyond ecstatic that we’re here. This is the first of seven songs I’ll be doing for Royaiweek17. I really hope I managed to relate well to today’s theme. Anyway, enough blabbing. I hope you enjoy!! <3 


Crooked Crowns

Moved by powers greater than us
Across the land that is our board
Sent to the edges of the country
We’ve been left there unadorned

The pieces falling left and right
You’re unprotected and alone
I am trapped, can’t speak to you
The worry within me has only grown

The queen’s been taken from the king
Listen to the Fuhrer sing
They think they’ve made the winning move
But they don’t know you like I do

The crown that rests upon your head is crooked,
But so is the one that rests on mine
No matter how we try to atone
We know we’ll never be divine

But being your queen is more than I could ask for
No matter the risk, or the pain
Being the one who has your back
Is worth getting caught out in the rain

They’re watching our every move,
I can’t get close to you
Gotta keep em second guessing
Can’t let em see we’re blue

No matter if they think they’ve got us beat
You’re always one move ahead
We’re gonna rise up, take over the country
Gonna leave them all for dead

The queen’s been taken from the king
Listen to the Fuhrer sing
They think they’ve made the winning move
But they don’t know you like I do

The crown that rests upon your head is crooked,
But so is the one that rests on mine
No matter how we try to atone
We know we’ll never be divine

But being your queen is more than I could ask for
No matter the risk, or the pain
Being the one who has your back
Is worth getting caught out in the rain

It’s us against them
On opposite sides of the board
It’s us against them
In this fight we can’t afford to ignore
I swear to you, I will be your shield,
No matter what happens, promise me you won’t yield

The crown that rests upon your head is crooked,
But so is the one that rests on mine
No matter how we try to atone
We know we’ll never be divine

But being your queen is more than I could ask for
No matter the risk, or the pain
Being the one who has your back
Is worth getting caught out in the rain
Getting caught out in the rain
Caught out in the rain

anonymous asked:

OMG YASSSS more Star Wars AU (royai) Pleaseeee!!! its perfect *-*

Look, I am so weak for this AU that it’s not even funny. I wrote this while also writing my last Rebelcaptain fic, so my head was in a Star Wars mindset anyways. This is technically a prequel to the first one I wrote, but it’s set before Hughes dies so Roy hasn’t quite learned the gravity of his being found out as a Force user and right after the most iconic scene in The Empire Strikes Back.


“You were reckless,” Riza told him on the ship, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You let yourself be known.”

“I did what needed to be done,” Roy replied calmly. He did not feel anywhere near like that though. Every nerve inside of him was lighting up until it felt as if his entire body was electric. His skin tingled and his fingers twitched around the metal in his right hand. It felt cool somehow, despite the fact that a laser hot beam burned inside of it due to the Kyber crystal it held. His mind raced at the mere memory of how it felt to truly wield the lightsaber and the power of the Force that coursed through his body.

Too long, he’d hid it from the world. Too long, he’d hid it from himself. This was who he was. It was a part of him, as it always would be, and there was no hiding it now. The Force burned brightly inside of him and he was all too eager to let it consume him when he’d tampered it down for so long. He didn’t know if he could go back to the way things were or let it go, even though he knew that he had to still try. He’d thought, mistakenly, that after all these years, using the Force wouldn’t be sotempting, but now that he had, it was all he could think about.

“You not only put yourself in harm’s way,” Riza continued, “but caught the attention of a sith lord-”

“What else could I do?” Roy demanded, rocketing out of his pilot’s chair. “Was I supposed to let Edward die? Just watch as Darth Van cut him down? Should I have walked away from him? Counted him as just another loss of the Rebellion?”

Despite his sudden outburst, Riza didn’t back away from him nor did she flinch at his accusing questions. They both knew the answers. There had been no other choice. He hadn’t had a blaster on him and he couldn’t physically launch himself at a man known for murdering people with just a clench of his fist. Either Roy reacted in the way that he’d done or Edward would’ve die. He hadn’t known the kid for very long, but he knew without a doubt that Edward would’ve died before joining Darth Van and the Empire. He would’ve tossed himself off the bridge or attacked the sith lord with his remaining hand, knowing full well that it would be the death of him.

“Of course not,” Riza said gently. Her voice brought him back down, sending soothing waves over his mind, but there was still a jittery buzz running just underneath his skin that he couldn’t get rid of. “This will complicate things though.”

“I know.” Roy turned on his heels and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know.”

There hadn’t been anything else he could do. Despite years of suppressing it, years of ignoring it, years of locking it away in a locked box in the back of his mind, the Force had come roaring back to him like it had never gone away. Without even thinking, it had leaped up to meet him, as if it had been eagerly awaiting the day he called to it again. He hadn’t known how much he’d missed the Force until it had flooded his senses. That raw power, that overwhelming strength of knowing. He didn’t even know what he knew except that he did. It was everything. It was nothing. It was the spaces in between.

The Kyber crystal powering the lightsaber had sung so beautifully in his hand and mind, a song that he’d never heard and yet somehow knew, a half-finished song that needed him in order to complete it.

His fingers still dragging through his hair, he stilled and closed his eyes. He tried to ignore the Force like he’d learned as a teenager, but it was there, pulsing in the air. Had it ever truly gone away or had it simply been waiting for him to return? The Force wasn’t just power; it was a way of life. Had he even been living the entire time he’d refused to use it? He breathed steadily, trying to recall the meditations he’d been taught by Master Hawkeye, Riza’s own father, to control it, but he didn’t want them.

He wanted the Force. All these years, it had been a false peace, like the propaganda that the Empire perpetrated throughout the galaxies before the Death Star had destroyed the planet Xerxes and become a horrifying reality.

“Roy,” Riza whispered and her voice was so sad that his heart crumpled. When he opened his eyes and turned to face her, her eyes were downcast and a shadow hung over her face. His hand dropped to his side. “I’m afraid that I won’t be able to protect you.”

Something seized in his chest and he stepped closer to her. They were so good at keeping a distance from one another. It reminded him all too painfully of how he’d separated himself from the Force. She was always there, so close to touch, and yet he very rarely lifted a hand to do so, even when he wanted to, even when it was all he could think ago. In the middle of hyperspace on a ship, alone in the cockpit, far from everything they knew, and yet he still couldn’t pull her into his arms.

What he wanted didn’t matter. Only the Rebellion mattered. That was all that mattered at the end of the day, wasn’t it? Emotional ties got in the way of that. If any of the higher ups knew how much she meant to him, how much he depended on her, they would separate the two of them and he couldn’t handle that. He kept her close by keeping her away. It did not make things any easier.

“You’re exposed, out in the open,” Riza said. “It won’t be just Edward that they’ll be after.”

“No,” Roy replied grimly.

He had put a target on his own back when he’d used the Force to save Edward. He could still remember the stunned, almost affronted look on Darth Van’s face when the lightsaber had flown past him and into Roy’s outstretched hand. Roy hadn’t even thought about it. He’d seen the lightsaber fall along with Edward’s arm and he’d thrown out his hand like he could snatch it out of the air - and then it had come right to him, like it had known all along that he would be there to catch it.

“You!” the sith lord had seethed, the heat of the Death Star’s destruction glowing in his golden eyes. There had been no doubt in Roy’s mind that Darth Van could feel it, the strength of the Force rolling off of Roy in waves. Even Edward’s eyes had widened and not just from the pain he was suffering from. He hadn’t known either. All this time, everyone had just assumed that the Force they felt was coming from Edward, but it had been seeping out of Roy’s bones too. And once he was holding onto it, the lightsaber in his hands, it was there for everyone to know.

Including Emperor Dante, who controlled the Empire with an iron fist. Roy didn’t know whether she would be furious or pleased with the introduction of another Force user, especially one as powerful as Roy. Perhaps he wasn’t as strong as Darth Van and certainly not as trained, but he knew instantly what he could be capable of and it was both terrifying and electric.

“But I won’t be alone,” Roy said. “We’ll just have to be prepared when they do come.”

Riza frowned. “Do you think…? Do you think the Alliance could help?”

Roy couldn’t help it; he shook his head, all that Riza needed to know what he thought. The Rebellion was a part of him as much as the Force was these days. He would die for it most likely, as many rebels and intelligence agents did. Of course, being as known to the enemy as he was now, he was likely too compromised to do anymore intelligence missions. He would have to warn General Grumman of that and the man would not be pleased.

But to tell the Alliance of his secret felt just as dangerous as the Empire knowing it. They would use him, surely as much as the Empire would if they could get their hands on him. The difference was that they would try to explain it away as the greater good. A lot of awful things could be done in the name of the greater good though. He’d seen it firsthand. He’d done it firsthand. He would not allow them to use the Force in such a way. The Alliance would twist it, make a mockery of it, and perhaps turn him into a monster just as much as Darth Van. Even good men could be greedy, especially in desperate times such as these.

“Can we trust no one?” Riza asked.

“We can trust each other,” Roy answered. It had been like that for years, ever since he showed up on their doorstep asking her father for help. She had been and was the only person he fully trusted and vice versa. They’d only had each other for so long.

Riza let out a sigh. “I don’t know if that will be enough.”

“We’ll be ready when they come,” Roy told her firmly. He grasped one of her hands, the touch of her skin sending fire up his fingertips. She snapped her eyes up to his, but didn’t let go and instead gripped him tighter. She must’ve seen the fierceness in his dark eyes because she didn’t argue. She only nodded her head. Yes, they would be ready.

What he didn’t say was this: I will be ready.

Roy would not let them take Edward, the boy who was passed out in the deck below, strong enough to keep on going after everything that happened but too weak to lift a blanket over himself right now. He knew that despite his promises to Riza, despite the very pressing need to stay out of sight and keep his nose down - to ignore the very essence that made up his being - he would need the Force. It kept calling to him, wanting to be answered, and truth be told, he wanted to do so. He needed it for himself, but also for Edward, who was only just starting his journey with the Force. The galaxy, quite frankly, depended on it.

After all, what did one man’s life compare to the galaxy? Riza didn’t need to know that though, at least not right now. She would figure it out eventually, as she did all things with him. He could hide things from everyone, including himself, but not from her. He didn’t have the heart.

Hellbound

inspired by @the-flame-and-hawks-eye​‘s wonderful Hellbound AU


Alright - so I started this song a while back, and left it due to lack of whatever. So recently I went and reread some of the newer chapters and bam, I finally finished it.

Shay - you’ve created quite the world. Thanks for being such an incredible person and huge inspiration for so many people.

lyrics under the cut

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Ame no Hi wa No, Thank You
Roy Mustang & Riza Hawkeye (Toru Ookawa & Michiko Neya)
Ame no Hi wa No, Thank You

And here’s the soundtrack from the ultimate duo.

From FMA 2003, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye’s voice actors singing in a jazzy duet.
Some people say the lyrics are odd, but to me the awkward, somewhat sensual and also self-deprecating lines fit these two perfectly.

100 Royai Drabbles (93)

Meh. I don’t really like this one. I’m terrible when it comes to writing action and then I rushed it in the end because I was stupid hungry and tired from cleaning for 2 hours straight. This is based off something that Riza mentioned to Ed in Drabble 36 (“Dog”). My apologies for this blandness.


93. Shackles


For what was probably the hundredth time, Riza tested the shackles around her wrists and grimaced. They were still clasped around her tight, but the blood seeping from cuts she’d finally been able to make a few hours ago were making it easier for her to wiggle her wrists around. To think that hurting herself had actually enabled her this much room was saying something, but she was willing to do anything to get out of this.

It had only been two days, she reasoned with herself. Two days of being held captive in what appeared to be some sort of underground bunker. She wasn’t for sure, seeing as how she hadn’t been conscious when she’d first been dragged her and tossed inside unceremoniously. That caused a disadvantage. She had no idea how far she had been taken, no idea of where she was at, and no idea of how to get back to safety even if she did escape. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Riza sighed to herself as she rested against the wet, stone wall. It wasn’t comfortable in here. They’d given her nothing to cover herself from the cold except for the clothes on her back. For perhaps the first time in her life, she wished that she was wearing her military uniform. That would’ve been able to offer her some warmth, not like the skirt and blouse she was currently wearing. If she didn’t get out of here soon though or they didn’t give her anything, she’d risk injury to exposure.

At least they hadn’t done much in the way of physical torture. The most they had done was smack her hard enough to knock her on the ground, but another man had jumped in to hold the other one back before he could do anything else. Something about “not wanting to incur the wrath of Flame anymore than they already had,” but she couldn’t be for certain as her head had been spinning.

Besides that though, the worst of her injuries extended from when she’d been attacked unawares in her house. She felt like an idiot for letting them get the best of her, but the moment she’d seen Black Hayate unconscious on the ground, she had panicked. Besides, three against one wasn’t fair and she had managed to shoot one of them before getting hit in the head and choked into unconsciousness. The wound on the back of her head still stung, but the blood had dried into a matted knot in her hair.

Two days. Riza closed her eyes. She wondered how the team was holding up. She wondered how Roy was taking things. He’d only been a Colonel for a month and had been involved in some work trying to rebuild the east. It had been slow going, hit by multiple setbacks from people sabotaging the work. There were so many anti-military groups hidden in the east after the Ishval War that it didn’t matter if someone in the military was trying to repair things, not when they had been the ones to damage them in the first place.

She hoped they were okay, that she was the only one that had been taken, apparently to be used as leverage against the new Colonel in order to get the military out of here. It was stupid, of course. Even if she was killed, it would only serve to bring even more men in to squash any hint of rebellion. And that wouldn’t matter either. If she was killed during her capture, anyone involved would be eliminated before Central could send more troops in. She had no doubts about that. Roy wouldn’t let anyone out alive if that happened.

Which was why she had to escape. She couldn’t let him do that. It’d break his soul and she wouldn’t be around to force him to keep his promise.

Wiggling her wrists in the shackles with her blood acting as an oiling agent, Riza bit her tongue to keep herself from hissing in pain. When she’d been knocked to the ground, it had allowed her to grab hold of a jagged rock on the ground. She’d used it to dig into her skin until she began to bleed freely. With a bit of luck, she could maybe slip out of her restraints. It was a strange thought to be thankful for having small, delicate wrists and hands when she’d cursed them before, but now they would come in handy. They’d closed the shackles around her as tight as possible, but it still left her with room to work with.

She squeezed her fingers together, pressing them against the wall in order to flatten them more, and wiggled and pulled, scraping the wound even further. She could feel her wrist slipping against the blood and metal and then, finally, her hand popped out. It took her biting down on her lip again keep herself from gasping out loud. With one free hand, she was able to hold her fingers together and pull her wrist out of the other shackle. Taking a deep breath, she held her hands in front of her, the ache in her shoulders are the more apparent from having her hands bound behind her back.

It embarrassed her slightly to see her hands shaking and she turned them into fists to still herself. Blood seeped down the pale skin of her arms. No matter. She hadn’t lost a lot of blood. When she went to stand up though, she nearly fell back down again, collapsing against the wall. Of course, she hadn’t been given any food in the past two days. The cup of soup and sandwich she’d had in the mess hall at headquarters for lunch the days she’d been kidnapped was pointless by now. She hated feeling so weak, but there was nothing she could do about it now. It was either fight or sit and wait, and she refused to do the latter.

Roy was out there looking for her, the team most likely struggling to keep him tethered. She could only imagine what he was going through right now, probably blaming himself for her kidnapping, both assuring everyone that she was alive and plagued by doubts that she wasn’t. He was probably chewing his nails, something that he hadn’t done since Ishval. She hoped Havoc was keeping an eye on him in her stead. Most importantly, she hoped that someone had called Hughes. He would’ve hopped on the first train to Eastern Headquarters. If anyone could keep Roy from losing a vital piece of himself, it was Hughes. Plus, the man was a damn good investigator.

When she heard noises from the other side of the door, Riza knew that it was now or never. She eyed the shackles again, considering pretending that she was still chained up, but she didn’t like the idea of having to jump to her feet quickly. Instead, she positioned herself behind the metal door and waited for it to swing open. Her heart beat fast in her chest, her breathing was labored, but her hands were steady again. She took another breath as the doorknob was twisted and then the door began to open.

The door was only partially pushed inside when a man exclaimed, “What the–?”

Riza jumped into action before he could finish, slamming her body into the door and shoving it hard against the man who was standing in its way. He fell sideways, his head hitting the wall, and his body slumped to the ground. She rushed around the door and snatched the gun out from his holster. Without missing a beat, she raised the gun and shot the man guarding her door right as he was raising his weapon. The guard fell to the ground with a heavy grunt.

Dragging herself up again, using the door handle as a prop, Riza looked down at the unconscious man on the ground. He had been the one to hit her and also the one that had begun to suggest other means of getting her to talk. She pointed the gun at him and shot him in the head. She couldn’t take any chances that he might follow her. It struck her as the first time that she’d technically shot an unarmed person, but she couldn’t think about that right now. She could’ve shot him in the leg, but then…

(No, he was dead the moment he hit her. Riza was not in the business to lie to herself. The man would’ve never come out of this alive. Better his blood on her hands than Roy’s.)

The trip through the bunker was strange. There were more hallways than she’d expected. Maybe it was more of a basement. She meandered through the place, sticking close to the walls for both cover and support, but she was lucky enough not to run into anymore people. When she finally found stairs, her heart leaped into her throat out of joy, but she also knew that it could be her downfall. She was at a disadvantage. She had no idea what lied beyond the door. There could be ten men up there for all she knew.

Creeping up the stairs slowly, Riza pressed an ear to the door, but couldn’t hear anything. Her head was too foggy as it was. She held the gun at the ready and went to carefully twist the doorknob when the door opened abruptly and she came face-to-face with the man that had been interrogating her for the past two days. It was strange seeing such an innocently surprised expression cross his face.

The next second though found the two of them in a physical struggle as he tried to take the gun from her. She shouted as the gun went off once, right past his head, completely useless. The fight wouldn’t last much longer though. She was weak, so weak, no matter how much adrenaline was rushing through her right now and the man was bigger and stronger than her besides that. He grinned at her, the same thought running through his mind, and Riza practically growled.

Her legs suddenly buckled under the weight of him and she choked on a squeak as she fell back down the stairs, dragging him down with her. She used every bit of her strength to twist her body and fold in on herself and let go of the gun despite her reservations. Because of it though, she was able to protect herself better as the man hit the stairs first and both of them tumbled down the stairs until he hit the wall and she landed against him.

A large part of her wanted to drag herself up the stairs and flee without looking back, but the better part knew that getting the control of the gun was more important. She looked around blearily until she spotted it lying on the ground a few feet away and launched herself towards it. Just as she grabbed the gun, the man grabbed one of her ankles and jerked on it harshly. There was a pop, not quite a crack, but she ignored it and twisted around to shoot the gun. The bullet hit him right in the face, spattering blood over her lower half and the wall. She breathed shakily as she stared at the gruesome sight and then pulled her ankle out of the dead man’s grip.

The walk up the stairs was more painful this time around, but when she made it through the door, she was relieved to find herself alone. It was an old cabin. She made her way through the place until she burst outside, sunlight gleaming against her eyes painfully. There had been light where she’d been held, but it had been so dull. Everywhere she looked was trees.

Riza pressed a hand against her forehead to cover her eyes. Trees. She was in a forest. The closest forest to Eastern City was…around ten miles to the north. She limped over to a truck, but when she jerked on the handle, she found it locked. She could go back inside the cabin and search for the keys, maybe check one of the bodies, but… God, she didn’t want to go back in there. She hadn’t even thought to check for a phone. All she’d been able to think of was that she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. There was no way that she’d be able to get back on foot though.

Riza slumped against the car, willing herself not to cry or panic. There was no time for that, not when she needed to get back to Roy. She needed to see his face, to center him again. He probably hadn’t slept in two days. Lack of sleep would make him both sloppy and dangerous to others and himself. How many times had he snapped at the others for not coming up with any leads? Had he drank anything or abstained to work himself ragged? Was he eating anything or had the sandwich Fuery gotten him gone to waste?

As she stood there silently, swallowed by her thoughts, a noise caught her attention. It was the sound of a car driving on a road. Riza perked up and looked around, listening carefully again. Yes, that was a car. There was a road nearby, sounding like it was to the right of her. She headed resolutely through the trees, still gripping on the gun tightly and trying her best to ignore the throbbing pain of her ankle. It was probably only fifteen minutes of her shuffling through the woods, but it felt like hours before she finally popped out in the open, tripping and falling to her knees on the side of a road.

When she saw a car driving towards her, Riza had to weigh her options. It could be a regular civilian – or it could be someone that was a part of the group that had kidnapped her. She needed a vehicle though. She had to take the chance.

Jumping in the middle of the road, Riza held the gun and pointed it directly at the car. It came to a halting stop in front of her, the old woman behind the wheel looking both shocked and terrified. Still, Riza didn’t put the gun down as she rounded the vehicle and stepped next to the driver’s side. “My name is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye,” she stated in what she hoped was a strong voice. “I’m sorry to frighten you, ma’am, but I need to commandeer your vehicle to get to Eastern Headquarters.”

“O-of course!” the woman’s eyes traveled from the gun to Riza’s face, taking note of the blood and grime.

Riza hesitated. “I…I don’t know exactly where I am.”

The two women looked each other in the eyes until the older woman reached over to unlock the passenger door. “I’ll take you there.” Riza nodded gratefully and walked around to get in the car. She didn’t know whether to continue pointing the gun at the woman or not, just in case, but decided against it the moment the old woman began to floor it and fly down the highway. “Are you…? I don’t know what happened to you, but you look like you need to go to a hospital.”

“No!” Riza exclaimed. She gripped the gun tighter in one hand and touched the back of her head gingerly with the other. “I need to go to Headquarters. The Colonel…” She felt herself wavering in her seat, the adrenaline having left her system, but she couldn’t let go of herself now. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, literally and figuratively speaking. “Headquarters first, hospital second.”

The drive was quick, mostly thanks to the older woman. Riza stopped speaking after that, not wanting to waste any of her strength, but also because she wasn’t certain that she’d be able to keep up a show of strength. She was worried about passing out and then waking up to find herself back in captivity again. When Eastern appeared on the horizon, she had to put a hand against her mouth to keep from crying out. The old woman laid a comforting hand on her shoulder.

It was all so terribly surreal.

After pulling up in front of Eastern Headquarters, Riza went to get out of the car. She fell to her knees though, the gun clattering on the ground. Tears pricked at her eyes when she felt hands help her up and she looked into the eyes of the old woman. They were scared again, but not for herself. Riza tried to mumble some sort of thanks, but the woman shook her head and began to help her up the stairs. A passing Sergeant went to question then when his eyes widened at the sight of Riza’s face.

“L-Lieutenant!” the young man gasped.

“Get the Colonel,” Riza managed through gritted teeth. The Sergeant saluted and then ran inside. Riza motioned for the wall and the woman helped guide her over to it. With little energy left in her, Riza fell against the stone and the woman carefully guided her to the ground. Riza blinked dizzily at her and closed her eyes. She hadn’t even asked her name. How rude of her…

What in the hell was protocol for escaping captivity? Her only thought had been to get back to her team. She didn’t know what else she was supposed to do. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else.

“Lieutenant!”

Oh, she knew that voice, but it had been ages since she’d heard it so strained. Not since…not since he’d burned her back.

When she opened her eyes, she found Roy staring at her, his eyes swirling with too many emotions for her to count. She saw shock, fear, relief, and… Well, that was one was a little too much for her to contend with right now. He brushed her hair out of her face and then roved his eyes over her to check for any injuries. When he caught sight of her wrists and the blood on her hands and arms, he let out a breath.

“We’ve been searching for you non-stop,” Roy told her in a trembling voice. “There was no ransom, no clues to your whereabouts, just complete radio silence…” He took her hands in his. Around them, the world was alive with people rushing. Breda had pulled the old woman aside to speak with her, Havoc was shouting at men to get a medic… But it was just the two of them in their world. “You didn’t show up for work and I…I knew something was wrong. Havoc and I went over to your apartment and saw signs of a struggle…”

“I’m fine,” Riza sighed tiredly, reaching out to smooth his hair. She stopped herself though and let her free hand drop into her lap. “Just…exhausted and hungry. And cold.” Roy moved quickly, taking his jacket off and placing it over her like a blanket. It smelled like him. A hint of his aftershave and smoke, but not the normal kind of smoke that she’d grown used to from him. She narrowed his eyes at him accusingly. “You smoked some of Havoc’s cigarettes.”

Roy smiled apologetically. “An old nervous habit to keep myself awake. They taste terrible.” He glanced back at the woman that had driven her here. “How did you…?”

“I got an opportunity and I took it,” was all Riza said.

“Of course, of course.” Roy nodded his head. “We need to get you to a hospital. We can debrief you later. The people that captured you…”

Riza shook her head. “Dead. Or at least the three that I saw are. I don’t know if anyone else was involved.”

The two of them locked eyes with one another. She saw in his eyes how sorry he was. She didn’t need for him to speak out loud for her to know that he regretted that she had to do something like this – that him being who he was had forced her into this terrible position. With a commanding officer like Roy Mustang, it was given that their lives were threatened. He was rising high, terribly fast, and made as many enemies as he did friends.

“I did this–”

“Don’t,” Riza cut in with a surprising amount of strength. “I don’t want to hear that.”

Roy dropped his eyes. “I put you in harm’s way.”

“You’re not the one that kidnapped me,” Riza told him heatedly, “so I don’t want you taking the blame.” With his hands still holding one of hers, she gripped his fingers. “I want you to solve this, do your job. It won’t happen if you’re clouded with guilt.”

He dropped his head further, to the point where it looked like he was bowing in front of her, asking for her forgiveness. Riza sighed. He always took everything to heart, whether he wanted to or not. He came off as so cold and uncaring to some people that it was easy for them to miss how much he cared about everything and how much it wounded him to do so.

“I was scared,” Roy admitted quietly. “I was scared and furious and desperate that you might be…”

“But I’m not,” Riza said in a much gentler voice. This time, when she reached out, she allowed her fingers to sink into his hair. No one else could see them. Havoc and Falman were blocking them from view. She’d have to thank them later. “I’m alive. I’m safe. I’m with you.”

The medics arrived and Roy was forced to part from her. He watched her with a heavy gaze, dark circles under his eyes. Fuery rode with her to the hospital. She hadn’t wanted to be alone, but Roy couldn’t go with her yet and she’d told Havoc to stay with the Colonel. She closed her eyes as a paramedic spoke over her and allowed the movements of the truck lull her to an uneasy sleep. She needed all the rest she could get after the past two days and she knew that the coming days would be just as difficult. Hospitals, bandages, debriefings…

And she would wake up to Roy’s eyes flittering between hot and cold when she explained what had happened. A part of her hoped that only those three men that she’d killed had been involved. If there was anyone else… Well, she did not want to dwell on what she knew would happen to them.