#You get Riza Hawkeye from FMAB

[anti-dazai-blog]

bungo stray dogs AU where everything’s the same but Higuchi’s normal about Akutagawa

[sassydefendorflower]

FmaB from Roy's perspective really starts of wild.

Imagine you are a politically savvy Colonel within a corrupt military. You're pretty sure you know what the rules of the game are and you plan on winning by rising through the ranks until you're eligible for the office of Führer. Along the way you build up a handpicked team of specialists that support your goals, always followed by your right-hand-man, Riza Hawkeye, who has promised to keep an eye on you should you fuck up along the way.

Then, one day a few years after the war (the same war that's behind you wanting to reach the top of the military and change it from within) you recruit a genius teenage alchemist into your ranks. You are doing this because it will gain you political favor - the second youngest State Alchemist recruiting a real child prodigy? That has to mean you can be trusted with grooming the next generation of human weapons in the eyes of the brass! - and because you want to make sure that this child isn't killed for breaking the law.

Over the years the two of you create a frenemies kind of relationship that profits you greatly - while the boy is destructive and loud, he garners public favor like no other, and you can easily point him at problems you're too subtle and involved to take care off. You don't actually believe the magic stone the kid is searching for exists, so you don't even have to worry about him up and leaving you one day and for a few years all of this works great.

Only the kid gets in more and more trouble and just as you're about to finally return to Central and get that promotion you've been looking forward to, your best friend dies. Suddenly and gruesome.

And as you go to investigate, you find out that somehow the Elric brothers are involved - you know, the kid you let wander around your district without any oversight for three and a half years.

There's definitely some sort of conspiracy going on and maybe it has something to do with that magic stone you're not quite sure actually exists. It definitely has something to do with the higher ups in the military.

(you are still playing by the rules - it's just a few bad apples you have to take care off before you can turn the military around and make it into something great)

Oh, and there's a serial killer on the lose who exclusively kills people like you, people involved in the war.

Anyway, you get transferred to Central City, you even get to take your team with you, and as you try to play your political game things just get stranger and stranger.

The Führer was in Dublith for a routine inspection and you have no idea why or what happened but Major Armstrong returns with one of his eyes bandaged. The kid alchemist is back and he's surprised to see you - you know they are involved in something, but again, you have no idea what. Still, you warn him to be careful.

You, on the other hand, fail to be.

Little sleep, thoughts of revenge, the move to Central... all of that makes you sloppy. You gather the attention of the wrong people. Suddenly one of Hughes' team members gets arrested for killing your best friend.

You've suspected a conspiracy for some time now, and it seems as if at least parts of the Military Police and Internal Affairs are involved in this sleeping beast hidden in the underbelly of the military.

(maybe, slowly, you suspect that playing by the rules is not actually going to help you win)

You conceive a ploy to help the murder suspect escape, gather information about some of the illegal happenings within the military, and maybe figure out just how deep the conspiracy runs.

It is at this point - after your right-hand-man almost dies and you save her at the last moment - that Alphonse Elric FINALLY tells you that "oh, btw, Philosopher's Stones are real and Homunculi aka unkillable monsters do exist and the military is definitely involved in both".

You and your team are in fact the last people who figure this out.

Two weeks later a foreign prince tells you your Führer is actually a homunculus.

Again, somehow, you are the last person to be told.

You weren't even aware these two teenagers in your employ were actually investigating something until a month after your best friend died.

A week later you walk into a trap because you still think you can play the game - you still think there are good apples somewhere in this rotten tree.

You pay for it with your team.

After that, you make sure to never again be the last person to figure something out.

[fairy-writes]

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LIST OF FANDOMS/PEOPLE I'LL WRITE FOR (these are all x reader):

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

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Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

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Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood ft. KNY characters

If you know FMAB growing up, I salute you. If you are going to watch it now, I also salute you. Anyway, let's proceed. In response to this poll

In their sincerest hopes to see their dearly beloved deceased mother again, Tanjirou and Nezuko aimed to do what was considered as "Taboo" in Alchemy, that is "Human Transmutation."

Being kids, they believed they could resurrect Kie, who had fallen ill and died because of an outbreak. (Imagine all their siblings too but chose to revive Kie first)

However, they experienced "rebound" and because of that, Nezuko's entire body was taken, while Tanjirou lost his left leg, and cried out in extreme pain and anguish. But, determined to get even Nezuko's soul back, he sacrificed his right arm so he could attach her soul to an armour.

I somehow want Kanao to be their childhood friend aka Winry.

Shinobu as Pinako is funny, but just imagine if Shinobu took the responsibility to take care of Kanao after their older sister Kanae, who was a doctor, was sent to battle and died there.

Tanjirou lowkey being so guilty about what happened to Nezuko that he was so afraid to ask her if she is mad at him. [THAT EPISODE BROKE ME. Just Kanao smashing Nezuko's armored head with a wrench and telling her to run after Tanjirou is peak drama and comedy]

I'm conflicted if I should continued as intended that Tanjurou is their dad in this au as well. Because I just can't see him having the same face as the main antagonist aka "Father". But it's also a big fucking no for "Father" to be Muzan. Yoriichi as Father is TERRIFYING tho.

Obanai as Roy Mustang please it's so funny. But he did give Tanjirou a drive and a motivation to get their bodies back.

Mitsuri as Riza Hawkeye. She hides all her trauma with her personality but Mitsuri being a sniper in the Battle of Ishbal would just be peak 👌 angst.

Rengoku Kyojurou as Maes Hughes. He often comically and enthusiastically tells Obanai to find a wife and marry already (aka marry Mitsuri) and Kyojurou is proud of his little brother Senjurou. He tells everyone about him, and dots on him. He's very kind and warm towards anyone and everyone he meets.

Everything was okay until he found out too quickly, about what was happening in the country. He was too smart for his own good. He was attacked first by Lust aka Daki, but escaped.

DOUMA as Envy would make so much sense. His playful personality when he impersonates a colleague of Rengoku, but Rengoku quickly realizes it isn't them. Rengoku was hastily trying to contact Obanai to tell him of what he found out, but unfortunately this creature finds him. Rengoku whispered that he has to go home and he can't die here, and was about to attack the creature, but Douma had transformed to mimic his mother, Ruka, who Douma had seen from the lone pic that fell from Rengoku's wallet in his haste to contact Obanai. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. THE THREE GUNSHOTS.

Obanai sighing when he received a phone call, but quickly felt something was off because Rengoku rarely pauses and stay silent that long. "Kyojuro?" He asks.

Rengoku's bloody hand reaching out to the phone because he heard his best friend, but Douma had already placed it back to cut the call.

"Humans are so stupid, falling for such a trick." He mocks and insults him, laughing as he left.

Rengoku, bleeding out, whispering, "Sorry, Senjurou, I can't go home tonight as promised.

JUST TINY SENJUROU (younger than canon), CLUTCHING ON THEIR DAD'S PANTS, innocently asking, "Why are they burying big brother...? How can he go to work if they bury him?" Everyone was devastated

Obanai silent throughout.

After the funeral, JUST OBANAI SAYING, "Ah, It's about to rain".

Mitsuri looking up at the sky. "Eh? It's not raining..." Then she quickly realizes what Obanai meant when he started crying.

"No, it's raining, alright." Obanai adds, and Mitsuri bows her head, and in a sad voice, seconds him.

"Ah.. yes, it's raining... Let's go inside, it'll be cold here soon..."

WHO WILL BE NINA???? AND ALEXANDER???

Daki as LUST as mentioned above. Gyutaro as GLUTTONY. It just goes along well with how those two are close with Douma aka ENVY.

AKAZA as WRATH. he's a king of a nation that already has everything decided for it. Except his bride, Koyuki, who he chose himself.

AKAZA AS KING BRADLEY (and how his hand shookt in anger during rengoku's funeral) he has this twisted view that the weak will inevitably die in the hands of the strong.

KOKUSHIBOU AS PRIDE. Him parading as a tiny child (of course he poses as a human, the son of the king. But he is INDEED DEADLIER, STRONGER than Wrath.) is just so funny. Except he won't be as energetic as Selim Bradley, probably just always curious and "idolizes" the Fullmetal Alchemist aka Tanjirou. THE FIRST SIN THAT FATHER LETS GO OF.

MUICHIROU AS LING YAO. He visits this foreign country looking for a philosopher's stone. He is the representative of their clan because his older brother can't fight like him (added this info). In order to save his clan, he wants to gain information about immortality. He came to the country with his two vassals, Zenitsu (LAN FAN but they're just buddies) and Jigoro (OLD MAN FU), who came from a family that had been serving his for centuries. They're very loyal to him. Muichirou often stresses them out though. HAHAHAHA

Just imagine Mui and co. mooching off food from Tanjirou and Nezuko HAHAHAHAHA

"i cAn'T uNdErsTanD tHiS CouNtRy'S lAnGuagE" whenever he placed the siblings or himself in trouble HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Mui collapsing on the side of the road and forgetting his entry pass and being sent to jail is PEAK COMEDY

HIM HAVING CONVERSATIONS ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A KING WITH AKAZA THOUGH. While holding an injured zenitsu over his shoulders. OH MY GOD.

Zenitsu sacrificing his hand for them to escape is just wow. If Jigoro is Old Man Fu, he would die. Ouch. (I initially thought of genya as lan fan and sanemi as old man fu but I had plans for sanemi)

So that means Muichirou will be GREED.

INOSUKE WILL BE MEI LING.

Giyuu will be Izumi, Tanjirou and Nezuko's sensei. As seen with his Kimetsu Academy counterpart, his training would be HELL. I'd like to say he is married to Sabito (HE'S ALIVE, SABITO WILL BE SIG). They were living well before Giyuu's sister inexplicably died, and he tried to revive her with alchemy. He had seen the Truth as well.

Sloth will just be GYOMEI TO GIVE A THRILL WITH THE FIGHT. But instead of the sloth in fmab, imagine if Gyomei isn't really evil, but was forced to do what he has to, or else the children he was caring for would die (or something)

Tengen???????? (OR ANY OF HIS WIVES AS Olivier Mira Armstrong???? I JUST THINK TENGEN'S INITIAL PERSONALITY TOWARDS TANJIROU AND CO WOULD BE LMAO)

UROKODAKI AS MARCO.

I CAN'T THINK WHO WILL BE SCAR. SANEMI CAME TO MIND I'M SO SORRY.

When Mui and Tanjirou got sucked in Gluttony's stomach and lmao at tanjirou finding Nezuko's armor hand and going, "TIME FOR MY TELEPATHIC POWERS TO AWAKEN, KAMADO TELEPATHY OHHHHH NEZUKO HEAR ME!!!" and Muichirou deadpan going, "have fun with that"

They would eat BOOT SOUP

Fast forward to all the dramas

Obanai going lowkey insane with finding out who killed Rengoku. He finds Douma and Douma congratulates him on finally finding Rengoku's killer.

Obanai scoffing, "I doubt Kyojurou was killed by someone dumb like you."

Douma going all laughter, saying, "Stupid? What's stupid is people who would fall for this!!!" Then he transforms into Ruka or Senjurou.

Oh the way Obanai's look changed and Mitsuri instantly knew hell would start.

Mitsuri pointing a gun to Obanai's head on the onslaught of happenings and Obanai raising his hand, "What's this about, Lieutenant?"

Mitsuri smiling knowingly, "You tell me. The colonel calls me ~Mitsuri~ when we're alone."

Obanai widens his eyes and instantly reveals himself as Envy and says, "You had a thing going on?!"

Mitsuri smiling, shooting him, "I lied. Thanks for falling for it."

She tried to kill him but is soon overpowered.

Douma laughs, exclaiming, "I will rip you to shreds and show you to your precious colonel!"

But then Obanai arrives.

Obanai going, "what are you planning on doing with my irreplaceable subordinate?" to douma is peak 👌👌👌 when the latter started targeting mitsuri (their other counterpart where douma is a con artist but disappeared after meeting mitsuri and/or obanai is so funny)

Anyway just their heartfelt moment of "If you die, I'll follow"

FAST FORWARD MORE

Obanai going, "I'm surprised you can see in this darkness, fullmetal" because his one eye is already canonically almost blind BUT HIM GOING FORCEFULLY COMPLETELY BLIND HURTS ME.

I'm so obsessed with them. But that's all for now.

[jewishrizahawkeye]

so i was going through my old thread on quotes from me and my friend watching fmab and here are some of the standouts:

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narrator: and now al fears he was created by ed and bounded to a suit of armor to be his biddable puppet

friend: do you know how many people he’d have to convince to go along with the bit?

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me: do you think it's an hr violation for armstrong to take off his shirt when he threatens his subordinates?

friend:

friend: i think so

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friend: i saw you’re status and remembered we were doing a watch tonight

me: what’s my status?

friend: riza and roy should kiss on the mouth.

me: oh yeah… i still think that

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nina: daddy’s too busy to play with me

friend: don’t worry about me, i have all the horrible homunculi to keep me company!

me: you have no idea what’s coming

nina chimera: *appears on screen*

friend: oh no

me: yeah…

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me, talking about roy: that’s my man, going on 30 and fighting a 14 year old

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friend after seeing white powder on the screen: oh so now they’re doing cocaine?

me: i’m going to be real with you, that probably would’ve been more productive then what they actually end up doing

friend: yeah probably

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freezing alchemist: you fool! he’ll lead us all to ruin!

friend: can’t wait for like 45 episodes we flash back to him and find out he was right all along

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roy: what do you think of my flames now!

friend: there’s your boy

riza: when will he learn? it’s bad enough he’s useless on rainy days

friend: and there’s your girl

—

ed: winry grew up reading medical textbooks instead of picture books. she can deliver this baby

friend: i don’t think that’s how that works

—

me: but yeah, bones cut out the part where roy threatens barry for flirting with riza cause, you know, roy and riza are dating

friend: right

me: but all you need to know is barry’s in love with riza

friend: okay

me: but, aren’t we all in love with riza?

friend: i mean yeah we are

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me: see, havocs turning barry down for riza cause he knows her and roy are together

friend: yeah, i get it

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amestris official: the orders are shoot to kill.

*roy, walking very angrily ahd dramatically with coat/cape blowing in the breeze while he puts his glove on*

friend: aw man, i look so cool! i hope someone sees me!

—

hawkeye: it’s a request for leave.

mustang: request granted

friend: i’ll see you back at your place.

me, laughing: my greatest pride is getting you to think they’re dating

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mustang: *shoots lust and tells her to get on her knees*

me: god, during woman’s history month?

friend: roy mustang, not an ally

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ed: i have to stretch what little we have left of your armor, al

me: does he really need all those spikes though ed?

friend: it’s so large birds don’t pick him up

[limetameta]

been thinking abt my fmab hunger games au all day and its so convoluted lmao

So there's three timelines we gotta explain right away

First timeline:

Riza Hawkeye won a la guns (in this au u get weapons and can use alchemy) thus became the victor for her district (like the equivalent of district 12 but i cant be bothered to have 24 ppl in a cast therefore we splitting this as arakawa intended- east district)

Second timeline:

Edward Elric was reaped. Al could not volunteer because he knew that if the capitol (aka central) ppl find out about his body theyd not only punish him but theyd probably also kill ed for comitting the taboo

Now!

It's WINRY who volunteers for some random girl because she is eds mechanic!! And he can't survive out there without her!! She is doing this for you Ed!

Riza is their haymitch. Roy Mustang, exists in this au but I'm torn between two routes for him

He's like a Gale character for Riza but the reason why he didn't volunteer to be alongside Riza for her HG was because he was too old by that point. Riza was like 18 when she got reaped.

Roy Mustang is a capitol boy who is the main schmoozing bitch that gets riza all her sponsors because that woman has 0 rizz. Effie but a man whore.

Ed and Winry win much alike Katniss and Peeta do in the first HG. I don't care for this. My fic would start with the 2nd quarter quell when all of the previous winners gotta fight.

Third timeline:

Winry gets chosen for the 75th HG. Riza steps up for her. They know she won't be this lucky again how she was last time.

Ed is the only East District male tribute.

Reason why riza stepped up is because these hunger games are going to be a bloodbath.

Olivier and Alex Armstrong will he competing. And they're careerists. (See this is where it gets kinda weird how to plan because if I have Central be capitol then that means we can't have Armstrong in this but which district would I put them in if I can't have this- lmao Olivier and Miles as North District tributes maybe - Miles may have volunteered for Alex because Alex came out of his HG completely traumatised (much alike in ishval))

Comanche and Izumi from the south district (also careerists or just built like that lmao)

And that just leaves us with the West District

This random boy gets reaped but oh! Oh! Don't worry - because there's someone who REALLY wants back in that arena! The one and only Crimson Lotus (that man would RELISH in all of the fanfare and the centre of attention he'd play the game very well and would always be like: no fair, why are we doing this w kids we should invent a new hg for us :/ (lmaooo a sponsor sent him a ph stone during his initial hg could u believe that and then he went ham thatd be so funny honestly)

Anyway Sheska is the female tribute because plot reasons.

Ishval is its own district let's say and we get Scar (volunteered for his brother in his first games and now is the only male tribute from the Victors)

I guess an OC there aren't a lot of female characters to choose from.

Anyway I love my pandemonium *kicks legs* it'd be so fucked up especially because I have ideas how to nerf the alchemists to make them more equal with the regulars when they're running for that cornucopia.

[flameleadsarc]

There is a part of Roy that relishes how much power he has as the Flame Alchemist, what he can do, and that no one else can do it.

And he loathes it.

To understand this part of Roy Mustang, we have to go back to the Ishvalan War of Extermination. Roy was an effective State Alchemist during said war, later touted as the Hero of Ishval, a moniker he holds with disdain. Roy viewed his orders with disgust and horror, which he shared with both Maes Hughes and Riza Hawkeye more than once. During one of these conversations, Solf J. Kimblee happens to listen in and offer his insight, namely to Riza:

Riza, who is fresh out of the academy, freezes. The very thought is dreadful. How could Kimblee ask such a thing?

We do not see Maes respond to Kimblee in either the manga nor FMAB. Roy, however, is quick on his feet with a fight response:

In looking at this scene, we might think Roy's anger comes from a place purely to defend his friend. That would not be inaccurate as Roy cares deeply for Riza. Everything we know about Roy's character leads us to believe he would not sit idly by while someone he cares about is threatened or hurt. This war also has most people on edge. Such an emotional response is in the realm of normal.

But, it's not the only thing that bothered Roy here. Kimblee in this scene makes an excellent foil to Roy's fraying idealism and self-image. He runs almost completely opposite as he views his work as a State Alchemist as a job, which he takes satisfaction in. He also acknowledges what this war is and what they're doing, giving his famous speech that Riza eventually quotes back to Edward:

"Don't avert your eyes from death. Look straight ahead. Look squarely at the people you're killing. And don't forget them. Never... forget them. Because they won't forget you" (Chapter 60: In the Absence of God).

This entire confrontation between Kimblee and Roy forces the latter to come face-to-face with uncomfortable truths about himself and the war. The one that got him angry in the first place, though? There was a part of him that took pride in what he did on the battlefield. There was a part of him that enjoyed using his flame alchemy to kill.

Just like everything else, he compartmentalized that part of himself. It could never see the light of day again. Every time he used his flame alchemy after that, it was with the specific purpose of ensuring he and those around him survived---or, in the case of Fullmetal vs. Flame, it was for training purposes.

Flames of Vengeance, however, was the exception. The man who enjoyed using his flame alchemy to harm and kill came out then, and he was not quiet about it. Listen to and/or read how he speaks to Envy when he describes what he is doing with his alchemy. It is sadistic, and it is terrifying.

And, underneath all of the fury, there is pride.

In conclusion: Roy Mustang compartmentalizes almost every facet of himself in order to get ahead. This is just another part, one he hates, and it is perhaps one of the deadliest of all.

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3 Ships You Like: Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye from FMAB, Shadowheart x Lae'zel from BG3, Jack x Miranda Lawson from Mass Effect <3 <3

First Ship Ever: ok the first ship i shipped after KNOWING what shipping was,.... Wally West and Artemis Crock from Young Justice, though I was definitely invested in a ton of fictional pairings before i knew the terminology

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Lavender Bergamot Something-or-Other

Pairing: Royai, Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Rating: G and lovely and sweet Words: 5,109 Readable after the break or on my ao3.

Summary: FMAB, East Command

Rebecca placed the pretty little package, wrapped in brown paper and twine in Riza’s hand. Unwrapped, it revealed a simple bar of scented soap: lavender bergamot something or other.

“I’m hoping this would inspire you to…branch out, meet more people.”

“I meet plenty of people.”

“Okay, when I say people, I mean a man, Riza, a partner - a romantic one -  that’s not in the military,  not an asshat, and preferably not your boss”

Riza hid her smirk in her tea. However much Riza liked to tease Rebecca, her honest take on such relationships was rather bleak. After all, even dressed up with all the bells and whistles,

How many fine gentlemen would realistically stay after I can remember the face of every person I’ve ever killed? --

“Lieutenant, did you…” the Colonel finally looked at Riza for the first time that morning and then blinked, “This is going to sound quite strange and I know that, yet it continues to bother me” “Yes, Sir?” “Did you change your soap?”

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a/n

This is me working on a 100 page monster chapter every day, getting weary, and trying to write something tender and not as demanding without freaking out about phrasing or contractions and turning it into a hollywood Epic.

I also always admired every time Hawkeye might be considered slightly insubordinate in the name of schooling Mustang back into shape, Roy stares at her with heart-eyes

(i.e  “stay here, so if anything happens you can get out” “no” “okay, will you stay here if i promise to come back?” “yup, happy hunting, sir”)

Enjoy my daydreaming.

Readable after the break or on my ao3.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was pretty clear to most that Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye wasn’t a vain woman. She didn’t spend much too long on her outward appearance. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have to resist a most human glance in the little mirror above her key hook on the way out of her flat. In those moments when she did look, she bit her lip, narrowed her eyes, and tilted her head.

The traces of mascara she had applied, barely a brush of blush and a swipe of lip balm - she clocked each one and paused every time in doubt. Riza could never decide if she was naturally pretty enough to put so little work into this kind of thing. But, after the second she spent in the mirror passed, Riza concluded that she supposed she didn’t care. Things like these were ultimately useless.

If she had an opinion, Riza would say there wasn’t much to improve, even if she put a good half hour into the process. Every morning, she showered. She brushed her hair. She fussed over her bangs some but had more at less gotten it down to a science. The rest of it all consisted of practically superfluous details for which she was never sure why she wasted even the mere thirty seconds on the ritual that she did. Sure, sure, Riza could see some “prettiness”  in her face, usually brought to her attention by Rebecca Catalina right after her friend decided to begin gushing about a new beauty trend over their weekend lunches, and right before Rebecca executed her grand scheme to push said new beauty trend upon her. 

Riza was never interested. Yet, she was happy to hear her friend ramble about something other than Jean Havoc or work or Jean Havoc at work. Grimmly, Riza assumed that she had maintained what delicate features she had through her age simply because she was a sharpshooter, positioned high and at a distance, removed from the blood and the sand and the wind and the fire. Still, Riza was never one to ponder any significant…additions to her routine, no matter how popular or what lovely hypothetical Rebecca attempted to spin. “Oh, but Riza, you’d look so lovely in this shade. This gold shimmer is meant precisely for your eye color.” Rebecca showcased that particular item as if she was the saleswoman herself, “It’s a real head turner, nearly an instant hot date.” “Hot date, right,” Riza said suspiciously batting away Rebecca’s hand reaching across the table, and attempting to apply the glistening powder. Considering the way her finger was traveling, this product was meant to be applied directly to one's eyeball. Rebbeca scrunched her nose, most displeased and snapped the little case shut after Riza successfully flinched away from her assault. “I don’t think that’s for me.” “Oh, you’re no fun.” Riza chuckled dryly, “I just don’t see the point. I spend most of my days buried in paperwork or covered in dog fur. ” Rebecca’s bright green eyes narrowed then she shrugged so nonchalantly chalant “Well, of course, I would hope the shimmer would inspire you to…branch out.” Riza saw this as an opportunity to deliberately ignore her friend’s point, “I suppose the color does match my uniform - blue and gold”

“Ha-ha,” Rebecca glared.  Riza hid her small smirk in her tea as Rebecca ignored Riza’s rebuffs and continued to insist. “No, I meant a night out. You know, dress up, go to a nice place.” “I go out sometimes” “When?” “Well, we’re having lunch right now, aren’t we?” “Riza, I’m here out East every other week. You need to meet more people.” Riza crinkled her eyebrows, and tirelessly dodged once more, “I meet plenty of people.” Rebecca tirelessly advanced, just the same, “Okay, when I say someone I mean a man, Riza, a suitor.” Riza put a finger on her lip, hummed, and sounded out the word, “Sui-tor” Rebecca clearly, at that point, had enough of little miss Riza Hawkeye’s signature teasing and simply got straight to the point with frightening clarity, “Yes, a partner, a romantic one. That’s not in the military, not an asshat, and preferably not your boss.” “Ah,” Riza hid her smirk in her tea once more, “There it is. Rebecca Catalina’s famous conspiracy theory.” 

Riza need not elaborate any further for Rebecca to know she was going to get absolutely nowhere on that point. Just like every other time she dared to make such an assumption. 

“You’re incorrigible,” Rebecca threw her hands up and surrendered the little powder case to the depths of her purse in defeat, “and you work too much, and you’re going to be alone for the rest of your life.” 

Riza snickered, reached down, and pet the pup at her feet, “That’s alright. Hayate will keep me company.” “Riza, come on. I’m trying to help.” “Fine,” Riza huffed, “I appreciate your love and concern, Rebecca. You know I do. But, you said it yourself. I work too much.” “Heavens, she admits it,” Rebecca feigned a gasp. “Moreover, I’m a twenty-something war veteran and not terribly easy to get along with. Who’s head am I supposed to be turning that would actually be interested past the gold dust and the red lipstick?” Rebecca was the one to pick up her tea at this point. She had smiled softly, and exhaled a small laugh, but across the table, Riza watched her lined and shadowed doe eyes sadden quite quickly. Riza didn’t mean to bring the mood down. She knew how sympathetic Rebecca was about the fact that out of all the cadets in their academy class, Riza was the one plucked straight from the shooting range and shipped out to the war front - alone. Riza never wanted her dear friend to waste her valuable energy feeling bad about something completely out of her control. Yet, however much Riza liked to tease Rebecca, what she said then was her honest take on such relationships - period. In the end, not only did her appearance have little real value or longevity, but Riza felt as if dressing up like that was brilliant bait in a sick trap meant to catch a well-meaning fellow unawares. Theoretically, let’s say she pulled out all the stops, the bells, and the whistles - If she gave in and let Rebecca dress her up like Riza knew she secretly had always wanted, and as a result, had a line of suitors forming outside her flat: How many of those fine gentlemen would realistically stay after I can remember the face of every person I’ve ever killed? Alright, perhaps that was too macabre. Yet, unfortunately, it was truly Riza Hawkeye’s reality. Work was really the only thing she felt she had actual potential, credible use. After all, civil war changes quite a bit of the most appealing qualities in a young woman her age. So, why waste time on all the trappings in an attempt to hide her damage? She, herself, was certainly more or less ambivalent about it all.  And, in the process, she could justify her abundant lack of effort in her appearance and social life with the noble notion of saving every potentially interested, well-meaning, whole and healed fellow from a lot of wasted time. That being said, just like her fleeting seconds in the mirror at her door, Riza’s reality never truly eliminated her ever-so-small human desire to be considered pretty - or something. By someone, maybe anyone other than Rebecca who perhaps told her so too many times and had a touch too much allegiance to Riza to be considered strictly unbiased. However silly and pointless of a wish it was, Riza found it irritatingly impossible to be rid of entirely. So, she kept the needless notion’s nagging at bay with the daily flick of mascara, and brush of blush, and swipe of lip balm, so on and so forth. It was one particular weekend lunch when Rebecca had just returned from a spell in Aerugo that she unveiled her best bet at snagging Riza’s interest. It was a pretty little package, wrapped in brown paper and twine. After Rebecca’s valiant pitch, she ultimately revealed her newest endorsement to be for a simple bar of scented soap: lavender bergamot something or other. “I felt that I should perhaps approach pampering on your terms,” Rebecca said kindly, unwrapping Riza’s gift for her “Just use this in the shower.” Riza weighed the small, smooth purple block in her palm before bringing it up to her nose to test the scent. Surprisingly, it was lovely. In fact, Riza had never really thought a scent could be so lovely…maybe she was much less experienced in all this than she thought. 

“Hm,” Riza responded, to which Rebecca grinned, utterly ecstatic, “Yes!! That was a resounding Riza Hawkeye response of approval if there ever was one.” As instructed by the guru herself, Riza did use the soap during her morning shower the next day, took her time, and enjoyed the scent. It caused no delay to her routine and provided something calming and charming about her morning. All and all, it was a success. Sure, it was a temporary pleasure that had no real long-term effect. But, it was simply the enjoyment of the thing that pleased Riza. Not to mention, this sort of item didn’t feel like some kind of crude mask for her baggage and war wounds and glaring flaws, nor a clever type of bait with which she meant to lure in someone clueless to buy her dinner when she’d really rather be home. After all, who would notice a change in soap? In the end, the luxury was only for her, and, to her surprise, she was happy with it. Then she arrived at the office. There wasn’t anything particularly different about that day, nor particularly unpleasant. Their routine proceeded how it would every morning. It was only that the Colonel would behave perfectly predictably, then would take a sharp turn in another direction, a turn of which Riza couldn’t quite interpret. It began right when the door opened, the Colonel entered, nodded at her “Good Morning, Lieutenant”, and began some sentence that sounded awfully important until he walked by her desk..and froze.

 “Sir?” Riza asked, pen paused on her paper, watching him expectantly. At the sound of her voice, Roy flinched, turned his head to look down at her, seated at her desk, for a touch too long, shook away whatever stopped him, and proceeded to his own chair. 

This would have been rather insignificant if moments of this nature did not keep occurring. There was next a moment in which Riza delivered another stack of papers to the corner of his desk, and the Colonel almost instantly pushed his chair away in the opposite direction, only inches but the move was noted with a squeak of the wheels. Colonel Mustang, of course, tried very cunningly to play it off and sweep it under the rug, but Riza was much too quick to be fooled and right away concluded that she was the common thread. He received memos from the other men just fine, and took the long way around to the front doors without freezing. Riza was positively certain of her accuracy when she was required to spend a prolonged amount of time in front of his desk due to the full packet of forms he had spent all morning completing…incorrectly. Riza had tabbed all the pages and lined items he needed to amend, reviewed them verbally quite quickly, gave a polite and hasty lecture of sorts on their crucial need for meticulousness, returned to him for a response, and received …zero feedback. Given, The Colonel was staring in her direction, but definitely not directly at her or even at the thick pile of forms he would have to redo. It was almost as if he could suddenly see right through her, his eyes glazed over and glancing here and there as if he was trying to place the source of her voice, but wasn’t quite sure where to start. It was finally when she knew the Colonel had come to and locked with her eyes again that he shook his head as he did before, swallowed, and said “Absolutely, right away, Lieutenant,” as if Roy Mustang was more than pleased to do hours worth of work all over again. Hawkeye, naturally, couldn’t help but be concerned. However, procrastination, daydreaming, and the like weren’t necessarily out of character for the Colonel. Plus, Riza didn’t have much time to investigate any further as it was obvious his chronic inattentiveness was causing an even greater productivity problem than normal. Come noon and their team was hours behind and she and her superior were running late to the biweekly admin meeting with the Investigations department. 

To begin with, the Colonel hated these meetings, dull and long and full of data. Riza already had to shoulder most of the work and field most of the questions during this particular appointment. Yet, with nearly one hundred percent of the Colonel’s brain power (and, frankly, competency) being siphoned to some unknown location all morning, Riza knew she couldn’t even miss a minute or they were in deep, deep shit. And, that’s how she ended up barreling down the hall of headquarters, Colonel in tow close behind. Riza was only feet from the elevator, and one small lift ride to the first floor when the Colonel revealed that not only was his attention lacking that day, but also his judgment which was altogether painfully inconvenient for his adjutant. “Lieutenant,” he said abruptly, falling out of line with her, instead parting sideways toward the wall, “Let’s take the stairs.” “But, Sir-” Riza glanced desperately at the hall clock. They did not have time for six flights of stairs. Yet, he bit an urgent, “Now” without giving her another glance, an order she couldn’t just ignore outright. Riza huffed and followed suit, rushing behind him down one flight of stairs and onto the next one until he snatched her arm and pulled her to a sudden stop on the landing. 

“Sir, what-” Once again, Colonel Mustang took a forced step, or two steps, backward before interrupting, “Lieutenant.” He still didn’t look at her, instead checked the door above and below them - closed and without any sign of opening. “Yes?” She prompted him. “Did you…” He finally looked at her and then blinked, “This is going to sound quite strange and I know that, yet it continues to bother me.” Something in Riza began to panic. If this was actually a medical issue, she really should have quit worrying so much about paperwork and addressed his well-being much earlier. Almost instantly she started to head back up the stairs, “Are you alright, Sir? We should take you to the infirmary, Colonel-” 

Again he grabbed her arm to halt her, and smiled reassuringly when he exhaled, “No no, I’m well. I just-” Then he froze again.  She interrupted him right away this time. 

“Yes, Sir?” “You…smell different.” Riza blinked. Roy had grimaced out his thought and as a result, she stared at him, dumbfounded. They proceeded to stare at each other until Riza realized once more he hadn’t been running on enough processing power to follow up. If they were meant to get to this meeting on time, now preferably, she needed to drive the conversation. 

So, she cleared her throat and did her best. “Are you actively smelling me, Colonel? “See, I didn’t think so then-” he lifted a finger and faded off again, luckily catching himself more or less right away “Did you change your soap?” 

Oh. Riza, in one breath, remembered her shower that morning and instantly regretted humoring Rebecca at all with whatever silly ideas she had about pampering or turning heads or pretty- what the hell was she thinking? She was so stupid, so stupid. How utterly humiliating. 

Throughout the morning he kept stepping away from her, focusing on something other than her, and that clearly indicated that her experience in this realm was so subpar that the soap actually smelled terrible, making the Colonel want to leave altogether. At that moment, for the two steps Roy had taken back all morning, she took four more for good measure. Consequentially, this placed the two of them one landing apart, she on the level they started, and he on the one just below. Perhaps an overcompensation, in retrospect. Roy fought off the instinct to laugh in an inelegant jerk. His eyebrows raised high when he casually posed the question, “Whatever are you doing up there, Lieutenant?” What the hell did he mean by that? Riza clenched her jaw. Hadn’t he been moving away all morning? “You said you were,” Riza winced a little, “smelling me, Sir? I figured-”  “So, you did change your soap or-”

“Yes, Sir, I did.” She swallowed, tucked the stack of folders she carried into her chest, “Rebecca gifted it to me yesterday after she returned from her trip…to Aerugo.” Riza held her breath.  “Right,” he nodded, swallowed, “It’s um-” 

It was at that moment Riza, sufficiently mortified, suspected perhaps Rebecca was playing some cruel practical joke on her to enact revenge on her beauty products scorned. “Some mix of flower or spice. I wouldn’t know as that’s not my area of expertise,” Riza rushed through and topped her explanation off with a most uncharacteristically unsure, “I liked it at the time, but….” Roy simply nodded again and took in the information, however slowly. Flower…and spice. Well, yes, of course, she liked it. It was nigh intoxicating. Roy wouldn’t be surprised if there was some kind of witchcraft in that stuff. When Roy looked up, somehow his Lieutenant had gotten even closer to the door above, and though the distance was much better for his train of thought, he realized she had the wrong idea altogether when she said “I can change it if it’s irritating you-” “No, no” Roy began his response, not knowing how to end it. Instead, he waved his arm toward him, “Lieutenant, just - get back down here, please.” Riza did ask as she was asked, and of course, the heavenly scent got heavier, and his head got cloudier. But, the Colonel thought it more important the Lieutenant did not get the ungodly impression that he didn’t want her near at all. In fact, it was very radically the opposite, “I was just meaning to say that. It’s..pretty.” Riza flinched at the word, “Pretty?” 

Frozen in front of her, Roy reeled through the dictionary in his head as fast as he could, searching for words he could say that would sound the least creepy. It was more difficult than he would have liked. Given, every thought process he tried to execute today was just a little, or a lot, harder so close to her. It was as if her new soap had single-handedly shattered through the very intricate, professional veil he placed over every other feature he would usually admire about Riza. Roy could admit he had gotten pretty good at it - ignoring his Lieutenant’s beauty. Most of the time, he would only have to combat one or two distractions from her direction. But, today, one step too close to her and his mind was flooded with this intoxicating flower, or spice, or something or other followed by each tiny little detail he found attractive in her  - which was basically everything about her physical or otherwise - in one massive haul. It was simply tragic for his productivity level, and he could tell Riza was having to pick up the slack for his weakness. Maybe, he should ask her to stop using it, Roy thought, even at the detriment of his own quality and quantity of Riza-themed daydreams. But, before he could suggest so, the amount of time he had spent attempting to think had stretched on for far too long. So, he accidentally just blurted out exactly what he thought, “I like it,” His smile was most honest, “it suits you.” “Ah,” Riza nodded carefully, “It suits me.”  

She still seemed unconvinced. Roy masked his floundering with a shrug like this was all nothing and he wasn’t desperate to explain himself in a way that didn’t divulge just how intricate his daydreams were becoming as a result of this inebriating combination of flower or spice or soap or whatever. “It’s lovely and you’re lovely, Lieutenant. It matches you…is what I mean.” He winced ever so slightly again, “Does that suffice?” It was a moment before an extremely timid smile finally blossomed on Riza’s lips, her eyes softening in a way that made Roy only want to move closer. “Yes, Sir. It does, and thank you” Roy was still a touch worried he’d scared her stiff until her small smile slide into a tentative smirk of sorts, “Ever unconventional, Colonel. I don’t imagine any other superior is commenting on their subordinates’ soap of choice.” Of course, Riza, here, meant any member of their unit. The Colonel, of course, didn’t take it that way. “Right, well I consistently bend the rules for you, don’t I?”  he went ahead and took the next flight of stairs. This time, Riza was quick to catch up, stop and scold him before they got anywhere near another door, “Colonel, I would not recommend bending any rules for anyone.” “I thought you’ve come to expect it, Lieutenant.”  “Expect it?” Riza balked, and pointedly lowered the volume of their conversation, “Sir, I certainly don’t expect any special treatment nor know why I would.”

Roy then scoffed, inhaled too much of whatever it was, and took one more step down before calling her out “Oh, come now, Hawkeye, of course, you do. How else would you be allowed to give those incorrigible lectures you like so much?” 

Riza huffed and rolled her eyes, exasperated by not only the Colonel’s wild accusations but his utter disregard for the very public place in which he dared to make them, “Sir, if you really insist on not hearing my recommendations, you can always order me to-” “Oh, never.” Roy threw away the suggestion “Wouldn’t dream of it, Lieutenant” “Sir?” Riza pleaded for clarity. “Well, frankly, I usually deserve them, and, personally,” Roy risked taking one step up closer to her, leaning in and grinning, “I like your lectures too.” Then. he. winked. Riza froze and she was sure she made a face because the smirk Roy was giving her only became more and more pleased. Such a shit-eating grin could have also been a side effect of the blush Riza could feel spreading across her nose and cheeks. It took Riza everything in her to squelch the stupid butterflies fluttering in her stomach and regain control over the situation, retake her role in their partnership - however many allowances the Colonel was supposedly making for her for whatever silly reasons he kept strictly to himself until the most inopportune moments. At least he had pulled her into an empty stairwell, Riza reluctantly bristled, willingly and deliberately ignoring the fact that any officer of any rank could have walked in on his most imprudent and irrelevant confessions at any point in time. “We have a meeting to attend, Colonel,” Riza stood her ground. “Right,” Roy, considering the bone-dry meeting they had in store for them downstairs, thought better about continuing forward without another sample of Riza’s soap of heavenly witchcraft. “After you, Lieut-” “No,” she abruptly, defiantly.  Roy raised an eyebrow. What was she saying about not expecting his special treatment? Certainly, Havoc, Breda, Fuery, nor Falman would dream of interrupting him, much less telling him no so emphatically and living very long to tell the tale. And, yet, here he was damn near charmed she accidentally gave him an order. “After you, Sir. I can’t risk you smelling me any more than necessary.” Roy’s sunshine grin slowly spread across his handsome face. “Shame, really.” 

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Once finally released from the clutches of the Investigations department, Riza and her Colonel once again opted for the stairs back up to their office. “How was that meeting for you, Colonel?” Riza flipped through her folder, outline after outline, page after page, “Did you need further clarification on any particular bullet point?” Riza asked this partially because she was genuinely hoping her superior had at least attempted to follow the three-hour appointment, regardless of how dry or tedious or however easy it was to simply lean on his overachieving adjutant. Yet, at the same time, Riza purposefully inquired in vain simply because she already knew the Colonel had done quite the undesirable opposite, for the whole damn sitting. The creeping and most objectively disappointing suspicions Riza Hawkeye had begun to form after her last impromptu stairwell conversation with the Colonel were outright confirmed when Roy led her up another flight mumbling something like, “Oh, wonderful. Went wonderfully. Lovely meeting. Very pretty meeting. Beautiful.” Upon the next doorless landing, Riza snagged the fabric at his elbow tight and cut in a near whisper, “So, this is the reason you’ve been daydreaming and slacking off all day - my choice of soap, Colonel?” Roy’s jaw went ever so slack as he asked dumbly,  “Oh, you’ve noticed that, have you?” His Lieutenant gave him a searing look that told Roy not only had she noticed, but as a result, his dreaming had increased her personal workload tenfold, twelvefold, and again ten times over. Roy winced a little, utterly caught, because that same treacherous glare also made it clear that she knew that he knew his dalliances had increased her workload tenfold, twelvefold, and again ten times over. And, yet the Colonel had continued to indulge himself in whatever it was he found more interesting at her most visible expense. Riza snatched the sad excuse of a notepad from the Colonel’s hands and flipped it to read his collections from the meeting just concluded. As suspected, the page was filled with quite a few spirals, and squiggles, and tucked in the corner was the scribbled word, Lavender? Riza blinked, and realized she should have taken the seat opposite from him at that long conference table rather than the one directly at his side, “Should I ask what is so captivating about flowers and spices, Colonel?” 

Roy’s smirk was a touch too dangerous, however much he attempted to contain it, “I think you are far too clever for such a question, Lieutenant. Flowers and spices are plenty captivating.”

The Catalina-declared asshat even dared to inch much too close to her, then proceeded to wink knowingly. Again.”Such lovely, pretty things, after all”

Riza took a measured two steps back on the landing. feeling oh-so light-headed. Yet, she grit her teeth resolutely and resisted her damned blush as if her life depended on it, “That is that then. I will be changing my soap, Colonel. I will not enable you on whatever escapades you have unfolding in your head whilst I am out here in the real world, picking up your slack and chaperoning  your unruly behavior.”

Riza couldn’t decide whether to rage or swoon every time he smiled at her like that, much less winked. And, frankly, the paradox put her on edge and made an adversary out of her that Riza was certain the Colonel would grow regret. Her Colonel, in an appropriate response, sighed heavily, turning and trudging upwards once more. Riza followed at a safe distance. “Very well, Lieutenant. Forgive me, truly. Today was simply a much too blissful reprieve from the normal daydreams. You know, blood and sand and gunshots. Fire. All that terrible nonsense.” Riza stopped cold on their ascent. It took Roy but a moment to notice her stillness before he turned, gripped the railing, and titled his head in question. He expected a lashing to be honest when he stopped to face her. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to see Riza stuck between a grimace and a smile as if she was trying too hard to fight off a snicker that would be ill-placed with any other company, “Sir, are you sincerely using your post-traumatic flashbacks as a tactic to manipulate the type of soap I use?” He exhaled a small laugh and shook his head, “As a manipulation tactic, no, Lieutenant, never. As an explanation why I so prefer the soap you use now, I suppose so.” Riza watched his eyes soften and sadden from her steps below him. Roy smiled despite the demons looming in the far beyond, “And, only because I know you would understand what I mean.” 

Roy watched Riza’s brilliant brown eyes blink into such impossible tenderness, of which he knew they were so consistently capable. 

For her scolding and lectures and structure and rigidity, his Lieutenant was certainly regarded as an expert. She mindfully kept their unit in line while Roy foolishly daydreamed pulling her aside, tucking his nose into her neck, and holding her close, hand on the small of her back, and staying there for however long she might allow. In that same vein, Hawkeye could have chastised him, criticized, judged, and condemned him. He certainly earned it here, Roy could admit, for more than one reason, practical, moral, or otherwise. 

Yet the Colonel knew that his Lieutenant would understand, against all odds. For her kindness and gentleness and compassion, Riza was matched by none. It was the very sacred piece of her person that the lavender bergamot something or other reflected most genuinely for him. “I will save it for special occasions then, Colonel” Riza resolved, her heart perhaps skipping one beat too many in their moment of harmony there on the stairs, in the quiet. She resisted the reflection on her most human fear. After all, how many fine gentlemen would realistically stay after I can remember the face of every person I’ve ever killed? Riza Hawkeye swallowed the knowledge that despite Rebecca’s protests on the matter, she had always known only one person, one suitor, who would have always stayed a moment longer past that ugly confession. Perhaps even one or two more horrible truths after, finishing dinner with her and coaxing her drifting mind back from their heavy and harrowing past, sand and ink and all, to snicker about something simple and silly in the present.

Riza sighed, smiled gently, and rolled her eyes at her Colonel’s obnoxiously charming smirk of pure satisfaction. It was a victory she was willing to concede. She proceeded up the steps toward the next flight, pointedly staying in front of him. “You are a saint, Hawkeye,” he exhaled, following close behind. “Well, I do bend the rules for you quite often, don’t I, Sir?” she said softly. “Oh yes, Lieutenant” he grinned and took a deep breath of lavender bergamot bliss, “I’ve humbly come to expect it.” 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a/n I took a shower with a new soap bar from Lush, heard these sweet idiots flirting in my head, and they wouldn’t shut up until I finished this. It was a nice break, but back to Four tomorrow. dfsjdg;lksjdg; lsagj;saldjgal  P.S. I very much like the headcanon that I have now that if Roy is having a particularly difficult day, Riza will purposefully take her leave and go to the gun range for the only purpose to be able to shower with her soap and return to the office. She walks in, sits down, maybe her long hair down, air drying. Roy would instantly be cured and say something like “Thank you, Lieutenant.” without being prompted. Havoc or whoever else present would give them both a look, reasonably confused and insist he elaborate.  Riza would say nothing. Roy would be already too far gone to do anything but look up and mumble,, “Hm? Oh…Did I say something?” I’m so proud I didn’t turn that head canon into a 30 page novel, aren’t you?  I swear tg, I’m the fucking worst.  

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Opened Borders(FMA x MHA Fic) \working title/

WilburN (BearnLife) https://archiveofourown.org/works/56515336 by WilburN (BearnLife) Ed didn’t expect to keep his alchemy, neither loosing his right arm all over again or staying with the military for as long as he has. He also didn’t expect for the country’s border to open. Well, kinda. With Grumman as the new President Furher and newly promoted Brigadier General Roy Mustang at his side, they ended the skirmishes between Aurego, Creta, and Drachma. They also returned Ishbalans Holy Land of Ishbal. Of course, there was still complications here there, but that was to be expected. Ed, now Major General, was headed for central after a summons from Mustang. And according to the papers he received from Hawkeye, a foreign country called Japan has requested a meeting between a Delegate and their Minister to form an alliance of sort. But Ed has one main question to this mission. What’s a Quirk? Words: 1434, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Edward Elric, Ling Yao, Alphonse Elric, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Roy Mustang, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Winry Rockbell, Paninya (Fullmetal Alchemist), Lan Fan (Fullmetal Alchemist), Bakugou Katsuki, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Grumman (Fullmetal Alchemist), Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist) Relationships: Edward Elric/Ling Yao, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, Mei Chan | May Chang/Alphonse Elric, Lan Fan/Paninya/Winry Rockbell, Edward Elric & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Edward Elric, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) & Edward Elric, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Post-Promised Day, time skip, by like, a year and some, Some scenes during said time skip, Edward Elric Keeps Automail, Edward Elric Swears, Edward Elric Is A Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Love me some EdLing - Freeform, Not the main plot focus but is mentioned in passing multiple times and brought up, EdLing endgame, Truth is a Bitch(quite literally), Edward Elric and God do not get along, theyre like if you stuck two cats that hate each other in the same room, but They tolerate each other to a certain point, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossover, Post-Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Canon-Typical Violence, for both MHA and FMAB, fun fact both are animated by Studio BONES, Studio BONES has a favorite child, and its FMAB, Edward Elric is smart, also he’s poc, Xerxian|Cselkcess Edward Elric(Fullmetal Alchemist), Trans Edward Elric, (not really mentioned but its there), written by a gay trans male author, Song references, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Possible art made by yours truly, (if I can figure out how to add it in that is), (I’ve been using ao3 for years and still can’t figure it out I even took a coding class), Ishbal | Ishval, Mentioned Scar(Fullmetal Alchemist), Xerxes | Cselkcess, No Beta We Die Like Father This post was automatically generated from an RSS feed of all new AO3 works tagged 'Edward Elric/Ling Yao'.

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Sorry bestie :(/j

Pls forgive me

Anyway. Fmab

Before I start this is one of my favourite media of all time. I literally, on call with you, ordered a figure from it (Riza Hawkeye). I have all the art books, i have the fullmetal versions of the manga. I have been obsessed with it since 2012.

That said

Some of the fans are fukcing IDIOTS. GET OFF OF REDDIT AND READ A FUCKING BOOK. DONT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE SOMEBASTARD SAY ONCE.

Anyways. War is bad. Love women instead

[goneadrift]

Я опубликовал(а) 1 775 постов в 2022 году

249 постов создано (14%)

1 526 реблогов постов (86%)

Блоги, из которых я сделал(а) больше всего реблогов:

@musing-and-music

@saecookie

@klainelynch

@traumschwinge

@turtletotem

Я пометил(а) тегами 1 655 из своих постов в 2022 году

Только 7% из моих постов остались без тегов

#royai - 326 постов

#riza hawkeye - 140 постов

#personal - 98 постов

#spy x family - 91 пост

#roy mustang - 81 пост

#figure skating - 73 поста

#video - 59 постов

#jean havoc - 54 поста

#twiyor - 49 постов

#fmab - 45 постов

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#twilight's reports from now on: my daughter's handwriting improved and my wife was smiling all evening yesterday

Мои самые популярные посты в 2022:

#5

Thanks for @kangdae95draws for these amazing artworks! You did so great that I never could chose just one 😍 

If anyone wishes to also experience such joy of seeing their thoughts come alive in awesome art - here is info about art commissions!

take my hand (take my whole life too)

“Does it still hurt, Miss Catalina?”

“Very much so, Mr. Havoc,” Rebecca shook her head and sighed dramatically, batting her eyelashes, which got her a satisfied smirk in return.

Jean clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“This won’t do, I must remedy that,” he whispered as he brought her bandaged hand to his face and lightly pressed his lips to the center of her palm. Rebecca’s fingers twitched, touching his cheek. Her breath hitched and heart started beating even faster as she didn’t expect such a tender gesture.

Read on AO3

30 заметок - опубликовано 11 апреля 2022 г.

#4

The things I feel now I never thought I'd find

read on AO3

Relationship: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

He heard the hurried steps but didn’t stand or turn fully to the newcomers. They didn’t matter. No one mattered besides the woman in his arms.

Inspired by art by _baekmae

Twilight didn’t know how it came to this.

Or he knew but never let himself think hard about it. Till it became too late.

Till he couldn’t lie to himself anymore.

Oh how blind he was. But this particular guilt was fruitless now.

How he wished for things to turn out differently. Even though he knew that if he had uncovered the truth earlier, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

He fell.

Fell right at that moment when she sneaked past his honed senses, past his caution and better judgment.

Now he could only try to survive the consequences.

He took off his jacket, wincing at the tug on the wound on his side, and put it over his wife, pulling her closer and cradling her to his chest. Not the most advantageous position but Twilight didn’t care about it if that meant he could get a closer look at her, see the shallow move of her chest, feel her labored breathing on his collarbones — anything to prove that she was still there, with him.

He heard the hurried steps but didn’t stand or turn fully to the newcomers. They didn’t matter. No one mattered besides the woman in his arms.

In his head he counted the bullets left in the gun by his side. Counted the spare detachable magazines he kept on himself. Counted the steps left till agents reached them. Counted the synonyms of “insanity” Franklin would have come up with if only he had seen him now.

Steps were getting closer. Twilight grabbed the gun with one hand and squeezed Yor’s shoulder with the other. He allowed himself the last indulgence, kissing the top of her head and cooing to her to just wait for a little longer.

Steps halted. At last, Twilight lifted his head, looking side eye but with impeccable aim of his hand. He didn’t scold his expression, didn’t hold back the frustration and ache he felt. He didn’t care what they saw on his face. For there was only one thing he wanted them to get very clear —

“If you come any closer, I'll kill you.”

31 заметка - опубликовано 4 августа 2022 г.

#3

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31 заметка - опубликовано 30 января 2022 г.

#2

This gorgeous and fierce darling, my little meow meow, made by awesome @ppurinpu!! 🥰 It was such a joy too see the process and the final result 😍

Look out for commissions too!

53 заметки - опубликовано 24 января 2022 г.

Мой пост №1 в 2022

@niconiconina said ✨ Flame alchemy oven mitts ✨ and I obliged 😌

620 заметок - опубликовано 13 января 2022 г.

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[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

MENU

Sizes: 

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks: 

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials: 

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer? 

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

[anthythesis]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

@emyn-arnens and @amethysttribble thanks to you both for the tag 💖

Three ships: Legolas and Gimli from LotR, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye from Fmab, Emma Pole and Arabella Strange from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Last song: Brand New City by Mitski

Last movie: Das Leben der Anderen (is there an english release?), watched it in german class

Currently reading: Going Postal by Terry Pratchett, and The Waves by Virginia Woolf

Currently watching: Lady Oscar/The Rose of Versailles

Currently consuming: Green tea with oat milk

Currently craving: God I wish i had cookies rn.

Tagging: @armenelols, @aredhels, @theheartofthekoko, @matrose, @lesbianhaleth and @mrmalcolmslist you guys want to!

[klainelynch]

I posted 12,080 times in 2022

97 posts created (1%)

11,983 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@his-name-is-ed

@oohlookakitty

@musing-and-music

@jpierrepontcriss

@forpiratereasons

I tagged 11,986 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#fmab - 1,622 posts

#ofmd - 1,476 posts

#star wars - 1,137 posts

#riza hawkeye - 969 posts

#avatar verse - 942 posts

#roy mustang - 915 posts

#stede bonnet - 748 posts

#atla - 736 posts

#royai - 733 posts

#wwdits - 649 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Summary:

There was a legend as old as the Avatar itself that the face you wore in this life reflected the face of the person you loved the most in your previous life. It was something Ta Min had heard in her youth, something like an old wives’ tale that brought upon notions of splendor and fate. When she was a little girl, she often wondered if her face was of someone she had cared for that deeply so long ago.

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Or, three of the Avatar's loves wonder what the face of the next Avatar will be. Whose face will they see?

Written by @itsmoonpeaches

Listen on AO3 with music (15:03) or without music (14:24)

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[Image Description: The background is tan with two flowers. There are three screenshots from Avatar: Ta Min on her wedding day, Katara when she first meets Aang, and Asami smiling at Korra. There is a darker tan box in the bottom right corner with the podfic's information. "Making Faces" is written in a brown cursive font. "written by itsmoonpeaches" and "read by klainelynch" is written in a brown print font. End ID]

56 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#4

They didn’t eat steak on his last night on her boat. They ate pizza, simply because they already had all of the ingredients and it sounded good to him, and they sliced the tomatoes together, and Riza picked the first of the basil from the small herb garden she had started in the kitchen window, and Roy tossed flour in her hair as she rolled out the dough, and Roy ran as she swung the rolling pin at him, and he had never realized that cheese and tomato and crust could taste like everything he had ever worked for.

the sky is getting bright (somebody slow it down)

Thank you SO much @kangdae95draws​ for this absolutely incredible piece of art!! I am blown away by your talent and how quickly you brought this tender little scene to life 💖💖💖

If you want similar joy and light in your life, go commission her right now!!

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[Image Description: Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang are in a kitchen making pizza. Riza is wearing a purple short sleeved shirt and her hair is down. Roy is wearing a yellow button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. They are both wearing red aprons. Riza is attempting to roll out dough, but is distracted by Roy tossing flour at her. Her expression is confused, while his is mischievous. End ID]

88 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

Thank you so much @ppurinpu for bringing this moment from fireworks to life! I was so happy that you had space open in your commissions, and the entire experience of working with you was so amazing y’all she interpreted my stick figure drawings to bring this beauty to life, she is AMAZING

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[Image Description: Alphonse Elric and May Chang from Fullmetal Achemist. The characters are in their late teens/early twenties. They are both wearing Xing clothing: Al’s dark green, and May’s is pink with white flowers. May is holding onto Al’s arm, and their fingers are interlaced. Both characters are lightly blushing with peaceful smiles. They are leaning against a brick wall. The sky is purple with twinkling stars. The lights from the fireworks are reflected along the edges of the artworks, as well as within both of their eyes. End ID]

106 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

Thank you AI for knowing exactly what I meant

[Image Description: Nine images generated by DALL-E mini with the prompt "Roy Mustang tiny miniskirts," all featuring a closeup of Roy's face or a wide shot of him wearing a miniskirt. End ID]

110 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I always need more Iroh in my life, and @terra-arts just blew me away with this quiet moment between a grandfather and his granddaughter. Every part of this, from the warm colors to the soft lines, just radiates the love and peace that this family has finally found. It’s the breaking of cycles of violence and trauma for meeeee 😭

Terra is a joy to work with, so if you ever have a chance to commission them, please do so!!

[Image Description: Iroh and Izumi are against an orange background. He is facing away from the viewer, but his head is facing us, showing his loving eyes and smile. His hair and beard are white, and he is wearing green robes. Izumi is a toddler. Her eyes are closed and she is clearly relaxed in his arms. She has a full head of dark hair, and is wearing red robes. End ID]

222 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

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