#i’ll get a clip eventually i’m unable rn

[craftinginsanity]

fully prepared to be iskalls second delusional bitch telling him “yesssss” bc in joel’s latest video when he’s building one of the villager houses he says “… plus some jungle woods- wood. sorry. my names not iskall.” like iskall your in his MIND. AND HIS INTRO WAS ABOUT YOU ALSO. he’s literally obsessed.

[fullmetalscullyy]

Hello!! I've been stalking your blog for the past few days and I absolutely adore it omg

i’m literally squeeing rn omfg kejagkjeafg i love you so much thank you for your kind words!! :’)

sorry this took a wee while, i’ve had other projects i’ve been working on first but to anyone who has sent an ask they are coming! don’t worry! i have to get that word count for nano after all ;)

“Where’s Hawkeye and Fuery?” Roy shouted over the sound ofgunfire. A bullet clipped the top of the wall he was hiding behind, reboundingup into the air, the sound making him cringe and duck down further. His thighsburned thanks to his current position, cramping up as he tried to shiftslightly to get out from behind his cover.

But it was to no avail.

“Havoc!” he yelled, calling out to his comrade across fromhim on the other side of the alley.

“I don’t know, boss,” he cried a hint of desperation in histone. He looked helplessly back at his commanding officer, fear in his eyesthat the worst had happened to the two of them.

“The Lieutenant has been dealt with,” a smooth voice repliedas the gunfire stopped. Roy’s skin prickled, fear burning into every fibre ofhis being.

Lust.

No, Hawkeye wouldn’t have let that happen. She was a capablesoldier, the best out of their unit. All themen on his team were the best of the best, but Riza Hawkeye was in a leagueabove everyone.

She would come around that corner behind them, he was sureof it.

Something else glanced off the wall he was behind, veryloudly gouging out the stone on top. Roy’s head snapped up, seeing Lust’sfingers stretch over him. Glancing to his left, Roy watched as Havoc’s facepaled.

Then the gunfire began again, and the homunculus was gone.

Roy waited, popping off shots from his own weapon when hecould. The purposefully planted gunpowder by the homunculi limited what hecould do with his flame alchemy. Roy’s aim was pinpoint and expertly honed overtime, however he had no idea where it was located, if there was any loose onthe ground, or if there were any particles in the air.

A bullet bit into hisbicep, just grazing the skin enough so it broke. He cursed, throwing himselfback down into cover, his ass hitting the ground painfully as he landed,finally feeling the struggle of their fight begin to overwhelm them.

Hawkeye should have been providing covering fire at thispoint from behind them, along with Fuery, but they were nowhere to be seen.

They never arrived.

Roy grit his teeth in agitation, a growl escaping betweenhis lips.

Lust couldn’t be right. That bitch couldn’t have taken Riza out. Roy wouldn’t allow it.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t how the world worked.

*          *          *

Get up.

The command in her head was barked. Riza stirred with agrown, the rough concrete pressing into her cheek painfully.

Get up.

A hand found its way onto the ground painfully slowly,causing agony to shoot into her right side. Riza hissed in pain, the handfaltering as it tried to hold her weight. She crashed back down, elicitinganother groan.

Her second attempt was more successful. Wincing, she managedto pull herself into a half sitting position. An eye cracked open and the worldtipped. Riza felt her stomach lurch.

“F… Fue…” Squeezing her eyes closed against the pain in herside and her head, Riza tried to utter the name of her fallen comrade. Shejudged he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling faintly.

“Fuery,” she croaked. No response.

Riza shuffled over to the youngest member of their team. Herheart tore in her chest. No, no, no.He couldn’t die. Riza wouldn’t allow it. Not Fuery, anyone but Fuery. He wastoo good, the best out of all of them.

Get. Up.

Her body scraped roughly along the ground as she fought tothe boy’s side. He wasn’t a boy, but that was what it felt like to Riza. He wasso young… Too young to be fighting in this war of theirs.

Yet he did. They all did. For the future.

The dark patch of blood in his left side dripped onto theground, creating a pool. Riza shoved her hand atop of it, stemming the flow asbest she could.

They had been side by side when Lust arrived, skewering themboth with the same hand. Riza should have seen it coming, but when a homunculuswith speed like hers crept up on them, they hadn’t stood a chance.

Riza was alive, for now. So, she would do her best to tryand save her comrade.

Her friend.

“Hang in there Fuery,” Riza whispered, wincing again at thepain in her side. Her other hand was pressed against her own wound, but theblood trickled between her fingers with no end.

Whimpering against the pain, Riza bowed her head and prayedfor the first time in her life. Not for herself, but for Fuery.

*          *          *

“Boss! Through here!”

Roy rolled across the open area, coming to a stop besideHavoc. Breda was earnestly beckoning him as Havoc provided covering fire aroundthe corner.

Breda guided him to the alleyway where Fuery and Hawkeye hadbeen located at the start of the shootout. When Roy saw what awaited them inthat godforsaken alleyway, he stopped dead.

He now realised why there was blood on Breda’s uniform.

He hadn’t been hurt.

But they had.

Fuery was unconscious – dead? – on the ground, blood pouringfrom his left side. Hawkeye lay on her side next to him, a hand desperatelytrying to press against his wound. Her own wound – a matching one on her rightside – poured freely as well, creating a pool on the ground below.

No…

Roy lunged for them both, taking Riza’s wrist gently in his.He removed it from Fuery’s side, moving to grip her blood-soaked hand tightly.He weaved his fingers through hers, willing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you,” he told her. He placed his freehand against Fuery’s side, barking at Breda to get back up here now. Riza gripped his hand tightly andRoy sighed in relief, glad to feel the strength behind her grip.

“Back up is on the way. I’ll go help Havoc with the suppressivefire, sir,” Breda announced, leaving before Roy could argue otherwise. Not thathe would have anyway. Havoc had been backed into the alleyway, firing back atthe men who had initiated the gun fight, thanks to a prompt from Lust. Roy knew he had heard her voice somewherebefore.

Goddamnit, he growledto himself.

“Lieutenant keep as much pressure on your wound as possible,”Roy ordered, his throat tightening. They shouldn’t be in the situation. How hadthis even happened?

“How… is Fuery?” she rasped. Roy’s head snapped towards her.Even though her grip was strong on his hand, her voice wasn’t. He readjustedthe grip on her hand, brushing his fingers over the pulse point on her wrist.It was difficult to feel, but he found it eventually. It was thready.

“He’s going to be okay. So are you, I just need you to holdon a little longer,” he begged. Hunched over both their bleeding forms, Roy hadnever felt so useless before. What good was he as a commanding officer if he couldn’tprotect his own?

“Lieutenant?” he asked, real fear creeping into his tone. “Lieutenant!”Her eyes fluttered closed, hand going limp in his.

*          *          *

Riza heard voices talking as she moved.

But that couldn’t be right. She was lying on her back, butthe ground beneath her was moving. Quickly. How was that possible? Cracking aneye open she saw bright, fluorescent lights.

“… stabbed. So was Sergeant Fuery.”

Roy…

She felt better knowing that he was here, that she wasn’t alone.

How was Fuery? Was he okay? Did he…?

“Sergeant Fuery is in surgery at the moment,” someone fromRiza’s left stated. “He’s lost a lost of blood. So has Lieutenant Hawkeye. Weare…”

Riza drifted off once more, unable to focus on anything.However, there was a sudden pressure on her hand, giving her fingers a quicksqueeze. She returned the gesture as best she could.

“I’m here,” Roy told her, his voice distant as the darknesscrept in again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

*          *          *

Riza lost a lot of blood.

Lust had almost nicked her lungs, but her freakish bladeshad narrowly avoided the one on the right. The doctor told the rest of the teamthe distance between the stab wound and Riza and Fuery’s lungs and it almostmade Roy vomit on the spot.

His poor subordinates.

They didn’t deserve this.

There was more medical jargon that Roy was just too tiredand too worried out of his mind to comprehend. All Roy could understand thoughwas that she hadn’t woken up yet and the constant beeping to his right from theheart monitor was now attuned to his very being. He had been in this room, byher side, for so long that he could detect any minor change in her heartbeat.He had learned the hard way to read it after she flatlined shortly after beingmoved here.

That had been the scariest moment of Roy’s life.

The reality of living life without Riza Hawkeye was rudely shovedin his face and he had been unprepared. The panic and grief overwhelmed him somuch, he cried silently when he returned to her bedside an hour afterwards, themachine beeping steadily once again.

So yes, he had memorised that rhythm as if his life dependedon it.

Head in his hands, he counted the beeps as his elbows restedon Riza’s bedside. Fuery was on the next bed over, by the window. He remainedvigilant over them both, the silent protector, until the rest of the team arrivedin an hour or so.

“Roy?” Riza croaked quietly.

His head snapped up, breathing halted as he dared to believethis was finally happening.

Two whole days he had been waiting for this moment.

Snapping one of her hands up, clasping both his hands aroundhers tightly, Roy kissed the tips of her cool fingers.

“You’re awake,” he replied in relief.

“What… What happened?”

“Lust stabbed you, do you remember that?”

Riza nodded, wincing as that movement aggravated something andcaused her pain. Her eyes widened momentarily.

“Where is Fuery? Is he okay?” Her voice broke in her hasteand worry.

Roy gave her hand a squeeze. “He’s okay. He’s in the bedright next to you. Fuery lost more blood than you did, apparently, so it may belonger until he wakes.”

“What happened with Lust –?”

“Let’s talk about this later, Riza.” Roy noted how hereyebrow arched at the use of her first name, but Roy didn’t care. “Please? Ijust got you back and the last thing I want to do is talk about work.”

“Okay,” she agreed with a quiet sigh.

“Thank you,” he breathed, bringing her fingers to his lipsonce more to kiss them. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“I thought… I thought you were gone when I rounded thatcorner,” Roy admitted, finally able to face the worry and anxiety that had madeits home in his chest for the past two days. Now that Riza was awake andtalking, he felt he could finally face it without breaking down. “But youfought it, to save Fuery.”

Riza nodded. “I couldn’t let him go out like that,” shewhispered, eyes finding his, willing him to understand. “He doesn’t deservethat.”

“No, he doesn’t. Thanks to you, he won’t.”

Riza smiled, closing her eyes as they drooped.

“And neither do you,” Roy added, quieter. He smirked when thateyebrow arched again. “Rest, Riza. We can talk more later.” He lifted a hand toher head, brushing her fringe from her face, his fingers ghosting over hercheek as they moved back to her hand. Riza made a soft sound as Roy touched her,and he wasn’t too proud to admit he enjoyed hearing it.

He just wished it hadn’t been when she was in a hospital bedafter fighting for her life.

“Will you stay?” she asked, eyes still closed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he vowed, unable to resistpressing his lips to her forehead. “I promise. Get some rest.”

“Thank you, Roy.”fic