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[ghostyolive]

WAKE UP BABE, NEW GHOSTYOLIVE DROP!!!

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN.

I am yet again dropping a new charm set, and this time I actually managed to order proofs! These bad boys are for pre-order on my Etsy until November 20th, 10PM CST! Get your FMA ship charms and shitpost crucifixion charms now in like 2 months!

[andthatisnotfake]

Shoot your shot

BAM. BAM. BAM. 

Rebecca's shots all hit their marks, and Jean whistled from his place next to her. 

She smirked at him, then winked.

“Told you that I was a great shot.”

“Hm, I don't know… I think I can do better.”

She scoffed, setting the gun down. “You’re welcome to try.”

“How about a bet?”

“What are we betting on?”

“If I can hit more marks than you…” he picked up a gun, stepping into place “... you'll go on a date with me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I thought we were already in one.”

He missed his first shot. 

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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.

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

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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.

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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.”

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[musing-and-music]

For the ask game: Havolina! ❤️💔 Thanks!

Oh, these two!! Sorry for the (very) late reply, I'm going through my drafts again (am I avoiding writing? no, absolutely not 😅)

Ship It 😍

1. What made you ship it?

Jean and Rebecca have so much potential! We get little elements from canon, but with their personalities, we can work those little things into a big ship. They're both outgoing, both looking for someone to love and who can love them

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

As I wrote in the first point, they have lots of potential! It's so easy to come up with headcanons about them and how they end up together

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I never really know what's an unpopular opinion about a character or a ship... but maybe an opinion that not many people come up with (not because they don't like it, but simply because they don't think about it?) is that they don't meet through Riza, but during a work-unrelated event, and Riza learns of it afterwards

Ship ask (FMA and ASOIAF/GoT)

[scienceoftheidiot]

Do you take prompts? 👀 it's probably too selfish to ask for havolina so how about Rebecca and Riza sharing gossips or having a little competition at the shooting range?

Hehehe yes I do !

Thank you for asking ! I tried to fit everything in there 😇 I hope it pleases you !

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Riza had not expected to meet anyone at the shooting range, but Rebecca had fallen onto her as soon as she took her rifle out of its case.

"Hey Riza! Fancy meeting you here, it's been litteral ages!"

"We've been busy with the reconstruction. It's the first time I come since -"

"Tell me about it. Like, I'm not complaining that Grumman has decided to keep me, but even I have been running around like a headless chicken. I'm glad we saved the world and all, but really, we should have thought about all the cleaning that'd bring. This is going to take decades for Central to get its shine back."

"Working all together towards a same positive goal will strengthen the bond between the people," Riza replied placidly. Rebecca was the kind to carry a conversation all by herself, which was part of why they got along so very well. While Rebecca talked, Riza disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled a couple of key components of her weapon. Everything was well oiled, kept and maintained perfectly -- she'd spent part of her forced convalescence cleaning all the guns she had in her home.

There were a lot of them. It kept her busy.

"You heard about Emily?"

Rebecca, too, had taken her rifle out. It was the same type, but a shorter, newer version. This one was favoured in the trenches of the southern war.

However, neither Rebecca nor Riza, both snipers, had changed for the new automatic guns. Bolt-action rifles, while being slower and asking you to aim anew between each shot, were a lot more precise.

"No. Emily what?"

"Lancaster. She's a Warrant officer under Foch's."

"Nope. Never heard of her."

Riza took her rifle and waited for Rebecca, who was still talking.

"She's going out with Carcano."

"Who?"

"Riza!"

"I don't know them! I haven't been stationed in Central for long, and for a big part I have been kept by the Fuhrer. I know no one."

"Andrea Carcano. The other warrant officer in Foch's."

"Oh."

"Yeaaah, me too." Rebecca seemed to have read a lot more into Riza's reaction than Riza herself wanted to show. She, too, took her rifle and Riza and her started looking for empty shooting places next to each other. There were a lot of soldiers, today.

"They're both warrant officers, so the frat laws are somehow in a grey area, but if any of them gets promoted..."

Riza didn't answer. The conversation was veering too close to personal matters for her liking.

"Have you?"

"Have I what?," Riza asked reluctantly.

"Kissed another officer in your own team?"

Riza felt herself become instantly red from head to toe. She had. Once. Not too long ago. She tried to keep her voice stern.

"No. And have y--"

"OH MY GOD RIZA YOU HAVE?"

"I --"

"Don't lie to me! I know that face! Oh my, Riza, please tell me it wasn't Havoc!"

Riza stood dumbfounded, but quickly took advantage of the remark.

"Why, Rebecca, you have your eyes on Second lieutenant Havoc, maybe?"

"Of course I do. He's tall, handsome, and nice. I've chatted extensively with him on the phone, to get you weapons before the battle of Central, remember?"

"Not too loud, Rebecca. We don't want to be investigated from too close."

"Right. Hey, here. We can shoot next to - WAIT."

Riza, who was already kneeling, stopped in her tracks.

"If it wasn't Havoc, then who? Who did you kiss?"

Riza frowned and lied on her stomach.

"None of your business."

"All of my business, Riza. You've kissed someone of your own team! I ought to know who. Tell me."

Riza shouldered her rifle.

"No."

"Why? Oh, you're ashamed. Who could it be, then? Oh, Riza, tell me you didn't kiss Fuery. I know you have a soft spot for nerds. I mean, he's cute, but it's a baby --"

"Not telling you."

"What if we make it a contest?"

Riza who was already aiming, sighed.

"Meaning?"

"Five shots. The one who leaves as little impacts in the target wins and gets to have an answer to her question."

Riza threw a stern look at Rebecca.

"You have no problem in competing against the Hawk's Eye?"

"You just said it's your first since you were injured," Rebecca flashed a vicious smile. "I think I have my chances. I train three times a week."

Riza curled her upper lip.

"Traitor."

"You will tell me."

"No."

They both settled and got ready.

"Five rounds, Riza. Ready?"

"I'm always ready," Riza had a small smile. She knew she was going to win.

"Let's go, then. Shoot!"

Five rounds, even with a bolt-action rifle, didn't take long. They both retrieved their targets and compared the results.

Riza's target had two separate holes -- one small, her first shot, was a mistake. The second hole was bigger, visibly a conflation of the four other shots.

Rebecca had three holes.

Not bad.

But not as good.

Riza beamed.

"I win. Told you. Now I get to ask you."

"That's so unfair!"

"Do you want a date with the lieutenant Havoc?"

"Riza!" Rebecca whined, then narrowed her eyes. "You could get me one?'

"He's in rehab for now, but as soon as he feels better I'll have a word with him." Riza smiled to herself as she put new rounds in her rifle. "I could maybe talk to him next time I visit him, though. I'm sure extra motivation would help."

Rebecca chuckled, and her cheeks got a little red.

"Damn Riza, if you do you'll be the best."

"Promise. I have a couple of books to bring him, I'll test the waters. But knowing him..." Riza wiggled her eyebrows.

"Great. You really are the best of friends, Riza."

"No problem," Riza replied, laying again on her stomach and getting ready to fire. She was glad that Rebecca was happy, but the best part was that she had totally forgotten about her question.

Riza still hoped that one day, she could tell her.

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If you've read until here thank you ! Feel free to send me prompts while AO3 is down 🥲 (it's back ! But still you can lol)

[milekael]

Jean Havoc for the character ask!!

CHARACTER ASK LETS GOO

How I feel about this character

I think he is alright! He does what he has to do. I am just... not extremely invested in him? Ngl out of all of Team Mustang members I find him the least engaging ASDFG WHICH IS NOT BAD I still love all members, is just I find everyone else has something more to give me than silly yet good spirited coworker that ultimately wants for the best.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I think Havolina is nice dfghj but my true OTP with him is BredaxHavoc (idunno if they have a proper ship name LOL). Have that bear destroy this twunk. I think the idea of Super Straight Man Havoc finding out he is gay to be really funny and compelling and I like it way more with Breda than any of the alternatives because I like Breda a lot ASDFGH

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Riza and Jean are besties to the end. I also think Havocai is fine is just lower of my Riza ships brain palace so more often than not they are just besties in my brain.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I mean I already kind of said it lol I find him to be the least interesting out of all of Team Mustang and part of me wonders why so much of the attention goes to him (Maybe pretty privilege, maybe taking advantage that he is kind of basic enough that you can input new personality traits into him without being disruptive). NGL he is at his most interesting after his injury and the 20th anniversary book with his new short story is the closest I felt to him lmao

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I mean. Continuation from the last point. I think there should have been more exploration of his time being paralyzed, both in canon and in fanfics. I get that in canon they didn't so you could have that twists of Havoc calling them and helping and all but man. In a way I also recent the short story for that LOL because it had the very good idea and opportunity and while I like what it did, I wish it did... more?? Maybe is lost in translation, but the writing is extremely plain, just explaining the things he does instead of having a narrative to them, so him figuring himself out is not explored and then the story gets where it truly wants to which is him meeting with Maria Ross and at that point the story is more fun because it is about her SOBS and I feel bad because I feel like... damn, this exists now, so idunno if we'll ever get anything else from this time of his and I have to live with what we got being kind of whatever ASDFGHJ

[edxwin-elric]

Club Immortality

Rating: T

Pairing: Havolina/Jean Havoc x Rebecca Catalina

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 2696

Title: Club Immortality

Description: Havolina One Shot – modern au

Rebecca and Riza are having a girl’s night at Central’s hottest club, Club Immortality, to celebrate Rebecca’s new job. Things get interesting when Rebecca’s phone goes missing and she enlists one of the bouncers to help her find it.

A/N: A very old request by both @random-rave and @royaigarbage. #13 - “I could kiss you right now!” from these prompts.

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Rebecca

I take another sip of my drink and throw my head back, my hips swaying in time with the deep bass. The music is loud, the alcohol is strong, and the lighting is low—exactly perfect conditions for a night out. There are bodies everywhere because the club is packed, but I don’t care. I’m here to drink and to dance.

I steal a look to the edge of the room where Riza is still sitting at the bar. She’s supposed to be celebrating with me, but she’s still on her first drink. I wave to her, but she shakes her head. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s over this scene since she spends so much time here, considering her boyfriend is the owner, but I can’t let that stop me from having some fun.

The song changes, and a smoke machine releases thick clouds from the ceiling, obstructing my view of her. Turning to the crowd, I lose myself in the moment, my body moving on its own. I make eye contact with a criminally attractive hot guy a few feet away and he moves closer, his large body crowding mine as the loud beat vibrates through us. I feel a trickle of sweat drip down my temple, and I reach up to lift my hair off my neck.

The guy’s hand finds my hip, holding me closer. I bite my lip and look to the ceiling. His head leans down until his nose brushes my exposed ear. I gasp, shutting my eyes as his tongue runs along the column of my neck.

“You taste like sex,” he rumbles into my ear. “I want it.”

I shake my head and playfully shove him, turning my back. His hand moves with me, sliding around to my pelvis, moving up my ribs. I lean my head back onto his shoulder and sway with him, my fingers running up his neck.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks loudly to be heard over the music.

“Not yet,” I answer somewhat truthfully.

I don’t plan on leaving with him at all. I’m here with Riza, after all. Right now, I’m just having a little fun.

“If you say so.”

His hands go to my hips, pulling me back against him. I gasp at the feel of his boner against my ass. I frown and roll my eyes before reaching behind me and sliding my hand down between us. He grunts as I palm him over his pants, using the distraction to turn to face him again. With my hand still on his crotch, I lean up and shout in his ear.

“I’ll let you know when I want this, got it?”

He grins devilishly, and I suppress another eye roll, his hands sliding around my back. I let him fist my hair as I trail my fingers up and down his chest. After another song, I use my empty drink as an excuse to leave the floor. When I make it back to Riza, I feel sticky and out of breath.

“You okay?”

“Just a little overheated,” I gasp with a smile, fanning myself with my hand as I slide onto the stool beside her.

And a little aroused. I knew I wasn’t taking Hot Guy home tonight, but that doesn’t mean what he was doing to me wasn’t effective as hell at making me wet.

“You looked like you were about to be arrested for public indecency,” Riza chimes in.

“This is a private club,” I remind her. “As the owner’s girlfriend you should know that.”

“That doesn’t make it a sex club,” she points out, sipping her drink. “And I really don’t love the idea of having to explain to Roy why my best friend got thrown out for having anonymous sex on the dance floor.”

“Calm your tits, Riza. Sex with that guy was never on the table.”

“He didn’t seem to know that.”

“Yeah, well…he didn’t need to.” I shrug.

“Hey, what time is it?” she asks suddenly. “We can’t stay out too late. I need to check on Hayate, and you have work in the morning.”

“Oh, let me check.”

It wouldn’t do for me to finally get the P.A. position I wanted only for me to fuck up and lose it by being late on my first day. Sliding the hem of my dress up my thigh, I reach for my phone in the lace holster I’m wearing except…

“Hey, have you seen my phone?” I turn back to Riza and scan the floor around where we’re standing.

“What?” she frowns. “I thought you had it.”

“So, did I.” I show her my empty thigh band, and she blinks.

“Where did you have it last?”

I reach up and lift my hair off my neck with both hands, still scanning the ground. “I don’t know. Out there I guess.”

I look out into the sea of grinding, rolling, sweating bodies as the music swells around us. This isn’t good.

“Do you think he took it?”

“What?” I frown.

“That guy, the one you were all over. Do you think he could’ve taken your phone?”

I blink and suddenly remember his fingers trailing up my thigh while his teeth nipped at my ear. I wasn’t even thinking about my phone, but now…

“I think so, maybe.” I nod. “I’m not sure, but how do we find him anyway?”

There’s no way I’ll be able to track him down inside that throng.

“We could try calling it?” she suggests, handing me her phone.

I start to pick my name off of her favorites when I stop.

“He took it on purpose. Why would he answer it now?”

“Maybe he’s trying to get your attention?”

I roll my eyes and call my phone. If he is trying to get my attention, this is a stupid way to do it.

“Straight to voicemail,” I mutter darkly, handing the phone back to her. “Shit.”

“Okay, come with me. I have an idea.”

I don’t bother asking what it is, because anything she can think of is better than the pile of nothing I have to offer.

God. I would get my phone stolen by a hot guy the night before I start my new job, but, in my defense, I didn’t think “criminally attractive” meant he was actually a criminal!

Riza leads us to the far side of the dance floor where private booths are set up on a roped-off platform for priority guests. There are bouncers standing by to make sure only guests with VIP access gain entry. Of course, her boyfriend. Why didn’t I think of that? Though I’m not sure what he’s going to do, exactly.

“Which booth is he in?” I ask her as we get closer.

“What?” She frowns at me.

“Your boyfriend. Which one?”

“Oh, no,” she stops near one of the entrances. “Roy isn’t here. He didn’t want to steal your thunder tonight, so he’s working from home.”

“What?” I blink at her, momentarily distracted from the panic of having my phone stolen. “What does ‘working from home’ even look like for a rich night club owner?”

“Drinking whiskey and watching HBO, I assume,” she mutters. “I’ll find out after we get your phone back.”

“Right.” I nod. “So…what are we doing over here then?”

“Havoc,” she says loudly to the bouncer beside her. “This is my friend, Rebecca.” She signals toward me, and I step closer.

Holy shit. Bouncer Guy is HOT. Like, I wasn’t really paying attention before because, well, phone stolen by a literally criminally hot guy, but whoa. Not only does he have hair exactly my preferred shade of golden blonde and a jaw line that could cut diamonds, but he is ripped. Like, his entire torso—chest, shoulders, arms—is positively Herculean, and his black shirt does nothing to hide it, which is probably good since he’s supposed to be muscle here.

“Um, hi,” I semi-shout over the pounding bass when I realize they’re both staring at me, waiting for me to say something. “Havoc,” I add, shifting my weight.

“Jean.” He grins, and I let out a tiny gasp when I feel a spasm between my legs. “What can I do for you ladies?”

A thousand dirty responses flash through my mind at his question. Luckily, I don’t say any of them.

“An asshole stole my phone,” I tell him loudly.

His eyebrows rise and he turns to look at Riza, crossing his arms.

“What happened?”

“She was dancing.” Riza throws a hand out toward the pulsating crush of people. “He came up to her; they danced together, and at some point, he snatched her phone.”

He looks back over at me, his eyes traveling up…and then back down. Another spasm. Damn his stupidly blue eyes. They can see straight through me.

“Where?” he asks suddenly, still looking me over.

I blink.

“What?”

“Where was your phone?”

I feel my cheeks go slightly pink, but I try to ignore it.

“Here.” I thrust out my leg and slide the fabric of my dress up, revealing in the empty holster.

“Aha…” he says slowly, meeting my eyes. “And you didn’t notice it?”

“We were kind of…physical while we were dancing,” I explain as I stand and adjust my hem. “Anyway, can you help me?”

“Maybe. Follow me.”

Jean leads us away from the noise to an almost invisible door on the back wall. It leads to a hallway, which has other doors, one of which leads to a security office of some kind. Jean ducks inside and pulls out a chair in front of a computer screen and waves for me to sit down.

“Look through this footage and tell me when you see your guy.”

Leaning over me from behind, he pulls up the cameras from the front door and starts replaying it from the beginning of the night.

“I’m gonna call Roy really quick,” Riza says suddenly. “I’ll be back.”

She slips out the door, and Jean leans down more, his arm brushing my cheek as he shifts the mouse.

“Anything yet?”

“No, not—wait! That’s him! That’s the hot guy!”

I point to the dark man on the screen.

“Really?” he asks with more than a hint of surprise. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“So that’s your type then?” he mutters, with an annoying amount of judgement. “Circle sunglasses and a fur-lined vest?”

“What? No!” I crane my neck to glare at him. “Shut up. Who asked you anyway?”

He laughs softly, and I feel like growling. It’s not like he was wearing the glasses and vest when we were dancing. If we were, I clearly wouldn’t have been into it. Ugh.

“Move over, sweetheart.”

I open my mouth to tell him not to call me “sweetheart” when he shoves my rolling chair aside and starts doing things to the computer. When he stands up, he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

“I sent his face out to all of our guys. If anyone sees him, they’ll hold him, so if he hasn’t already left the building, we can probably get your phone back.”

“Really?” I whisper. “You can?”

“Sure.” His pocket vibrates, and I watch him slide out a slim black phone. “Looks like we caught him already. Let’s go.”

Taking my hand again, he leads us back to the main room and around to the bar.

Where Not-So-Hot Guy is sitting, waiting for a drink.

“Excuse me, are you–”

“Give me my phone, jerk,” I interrupt from behind Jean.

“I’m sorry,” Not-So-Hot Guy grins slowly. “What was that?”

“Mr. Rice?” Jean asks, moving in front of me. “It seems this young lady lost her phone earlier. She seems to think you might have located it.”

The guy pretends to think and gives his head a small shake before raising a finger to his lips.

“Hmm. I don’t remember finding a phone. Sorry, but I don’t think I can help you.”

“I know you have it,” I hiss.

“Just hand over the phone, and I won’t have the owner eighty-six you for life,” Riza moves up beside Havoc and crosses her arms.

Not-So-Hot Guy whistles low as he appraises her.

“I’m not really sure you’re in a position to make such a threat, but damn you look fine doing it.”

“As his girlfriend, I think I’m in a pretty good position.”

“Oh, you’re Mustang’s girl?” his eyes glint. “Care to share what other positions he puts you in?”

Riza tenses, and Jean steps forward.

“I think that’s enough. Before I escort you out, I’m going to have to search you.”

“Search me?” Jerkface stands up, a sneer twisting his features. “I don’t think that’s legal.”

“Legal or not it’s policy to prevent guests from being robbed, so unless you care to produce that phone now, I–”

“Just hand it over, creep.” I step out from behind Jean and glare at the guy. “Why do you want it so badly anyway?”

“Oh, did you say a phone?” he feigns realization. “I found one of those earlier. Actually, I was just about to give it to this nice bartender here.”

His eyes are seething behind his false smile as he pulls my phone out of his pocket. I snatch it, and move away from him, checking to make sure it’s all right.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Jean smirks at him. “But since you insulted Ms. Hawkeye, I’m afraid I’m going to have to have Breda escort you out.”

“What? That’s bullshit! I gave her damn phone back–”

The stout bartender comes around and grabs the guy by the scruff of his collar and starts dragging him to the door. When he’s gone, Riza’s phone rings. She walks away to answer it, leaving me alone with Jean.

“Is everything there?” he asks over my shoulder.

“What? Oh, yes.” I hold up my phone. “God. I have no idea what I would do without this thing. Seriously, I could kiss you right now!”

He blinks, and I feel heat rush into my face.

“Not that I—I didn’t mean–”

“Hey, if you’re offering,” he interrupts, lowering his head to mine, “I’m not going to stop you.”

I stare at him, unable to formulate a response to that.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’ for now,” he grins slowly.

“What?” I whisper.

His grin spreads wider, and I reach up to put a hand on my chest where my heart is tripping wildly.

“Here’s my number,” he goes on, pulling a business card out of his pocket. “Feel free to call me anytime.” He pauses and meets my eyes before finishing, “Becca.”

“Okay, yeah.” I swallow and nod. “I will.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

He walks away before I can say anything else, and I’m startled by Riza touching my shoulder. How long was I staring after him? It feels like I forgot how to breathe.

“Ready to go?”

“I think so.” I tuck my phone and the business card back into my thigh holster.

She looks past me, and then studies my face.

“You and Jean seemed to be flirting pretty heavily.”

“What? No,” I lie lamely. “That was–”

“You’re right,” she breaks in. “It was more of light seduction than flirting.”

I blink at her, but she grins, and pulls me toward the door.

“Come on. You have work tomorrow, and Hayate is waiting for me. Plus, I know you’re dying to get home so you can text Jean something naughty.”

I start to tell her I wasn’t going to do that, but the look she’s giving me says not to bother. She knows me too well, and yes. Maybe I was considering texting Jean, but he gave me his number, so he probably won’t mind.

When we reach the entrance, I look back and scan for him. I spot him for a split second, and I could swear he winked with that stupidly sexy grin on his face.

Yeah. I’m definitely going to text him when I get home. Luckily, he got me my phone back, so I can.

[alicitas]

a special commission that i’ve been working on since last year

[harcidian]

Mmmm, for writing meme: [prompt] in the realm of "lowkey" Rebecca expresses to Jean her concerns about Riza's dedication to work and/or her excitement over Riza finding someone 😏 and maybe Jean distracts her from those worries

why not both? 👀 here u go, based on the au of lowkey !! thank you for the ask btw this was fun to write!

Rating: Teen and Up

“Tell me something, Jean.” Rebecca turns to her side, shuffling under the covers until she’s greeted with drowsy, ocean-blue eyes. “Would you buy clothes for someone? Like, I don’t know, after your first date?”

Jean looks at her as if she asked him if he ever went to work without wearing boxers. “Uh, no?” Rebecca then jabbers a series of incoherent I knew it I knew it IknewitIknewits, rubbing her hands together until Jean is noticeably gawking at her. “What, did you finally find someone you wanna date?”

“No, just asking for a friend,” she chirps. “Remember Riza?”

“Oh, yeah. Riza.” He’s rubbing the blonde bush at the top of his head (as if it couldn’t get any messier than it already is). “Are you finally letting me date her—”

She yanks the said bush of hair, gritting her teeth as she says, “No. Way. In. Hell! Are you even paying attention?”

“Sheesh, Becca, I was only kidding—”

“Somebody bought her new clothes even though they only met once! Once!” Rebecca’s cupping his face and squeezing his cheeks. “I mean, who the hell does that right?” Jean only chuckles, watching her squeal her heart out of her throat before he mutters, “My boss, probably.”

She stops shaking him. “Pfft. Mustang? I don’t think he’s that romantic.”

“I mean, some people could be desperate to get laid, right? They’d give them gifts or sweet words or something just to get in their pants. Not everything’s romantic or genuine.”

Rebecca gasps at this. ”I don’t think Riza’s dating someone like that.”

“What makes you so sure about that?”

“Well, all the other people she dates are high-profile. At least, that’s what she says. I mean, I’ve never heard of their names! And I know my taste in men is better than hers, but, come on, I don’t think she’d ever date someone who notoriously sweeps everybody’s feet.” She pauses, and suddenly all her excitement melts into dread. “Oh my God what if she is seeing someone like that? What do I do whatdoIdo? Should I steal her phone and fucking yell at whoever that creep is—”

“Hey hey hey.” Jean claps her cheeks, squeezing her lips into a little ‘8’. “You said it yourself: she knows what she’s doing. Do you seriously think she’d let anyone get to her that easily?”

Her hands touch his wrists, just enough to soften his hold on her face. “Yeah. Yeah I guess you're right.” It takes a while for her to notice that Jean is tucking an error lock to her ear. “You could always ask her about it. See if she needs some of your advice.”

“I did, and,” she pauses to meet his gaze, “she said she couldn’t tell me yet. She’s always been like that, you know?” She closes her eyes, indulging in the way his hands are brushing her hair.

“Do you trust her enough to punch anyone who’s just trying to get into her pants?”

“Hell, yeah I do.”

“Then there you have it.” He pats her head. “I don’t know much about her but I trust you’ve taught her everything you know about dating. Sometimes I wish you would lecture my ex.”

She laughs. “Oh, boy, no amount of lecturing would stop her from chasing her boyfriend’s boss—”

“Hey hey hey, now don’t you go insulting my boss and my ex like that— only I can do that.” His hands attack her stomach and she bursts into giggles. Laughter fills the room, until Rebecca finally grabs hold of his arms, still chuckling. “God, I still can’t believe she dumped you just to simp on Mustang and other guys like him.”

“I know, right? I’m way too damn taller than him or the rest of the men in town.”

“Damn, right you are!” Rebecca playfully slaps his arm and rocks him back and forth. “To hell with those exes, and to hell with their hoes! You’re way too damn worth it than she thinks! Nobody else is as cunning, and sweet, and funny, and…” she trails off, biting her lips as she feels her face heat up. But there’s nothing wrong about it, right? Isn’t it normal for friends to compliment each other? Now he’s looking at her with that same damn goofy eyes she always hated but couldn’t get enough of. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. You’re red as a peach.”

Her palm meets his face, pushing him away. “It’s ‘cause you tickled me to death, moron.” When he doesn’t budge, she rolls over, turning her back on him. “There. If I bother you that much, then this would do.” Rebecca feels his warm arms over her stomach, pulling her back to him, until his breath is on her ear. “You don’t bother me at all.”

omg my first havolina ficlet HAHA lemme know if you love it! and go read lowkey 👁👄👁

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[jonoosa]

Hey @chai-and-coffee !! I’m your secret Santa! Sorry for being a little late, I had some issues and I wanted to let you know that I didn’t forget but you didn’t have the anon feature activated, but here it is! I hope it was worth the wait haha I hope you had an amazing Christmas and a Happy new Year 💖💖

[ghostyolive]

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[andthatisnotfake]

40 for 40

Starting the countdown to my 40th birthday by posting a drabble a day until then (literally exactly 100 words each).

It'll be 40 different ships, some of which I've never written or even read fic for, so please bear with me. I hope they don't turn out too OOC lol.

I'm pinning this post and will be adding links to the drabbles here, after a read more.

I hope you all enjoy them and celebrate my birthday with me!

1 - Madirosh: Goal!

2 - Matt x Tommy: The sunset couldn't compete

3 - Runhlidia: Suffocating

4 - Dralivia: Home

5 - Elle x Tao: Flowers

6 - Taywhora: Good food, champagne and pretty girls

7 - Kurtofsky: Too sick for fashion

8 - FirstPrince: Suck on it!

9 - Diamond Chaney: Spilled coffee

10 - Branjie: Just be happy

11 - Ca$h x Darren: Darren and Ca$h sitting on a tree...

12 - Patrochilles: Silent Vows

13 - Haruka x Michiru: The Sun Inside

14 - Vegebul: The Only Alternative

15 - Quinlar: Better than sunball

16 - Asttimini: Catastrophe

17 - Ineffable Husbands: Teacher Aziraphale

18 - Ed x Stede: Offended

19 - Bertvannah: New Look

20 - David x Patrick: Cheap Tactic

21 - Darcy x Tara: Just like in old times

22 - Fiyeraba: Cliché

23 - Brittana: The Future

24 - Havolina: Shoot your shot

25 - Stedrika: Natural enemies

26 - Kurtbastian: Love Kicks

27 - GreenTia: Not starry night

28 - Rune x Addam: Midnight blue roses

29 - Amerie x Malakai : Untamed

30 - Kofi Grande: Snack

31 - Poppy x Casteel: Watching

32 - Gelphie: Hair

33 - Black Cherry: Company

34 - Zutara: Bedtime story

35 - Wilmon: Funny Coincidence

[goneadrift]

Laying down the prompt at your doorstep like a baby at an orphanage's door and running away:

"you told me not to worry. You told me you were fine" for Havolina 🥺

I'm not sure I'm ready to adopt a baby but I readily take the prompt (☞ﾟヮ���)☞

Thank you! It allowed me revisit my old idea and actually use it, albeit twisted 😏

Buzzing and ringing sounds just didn’t stop even for a moment. Everything was swimming before the eyes when burning pain in the abdomen made them shut completely. Soon, sounds became more and more muffled. At last, blissful darkness took over completely.

part 1 on AO3 ✨

[musing-and-music]

Hello! Fellow Royai here!

I saw you've written quite a few fics for the OTP, which makes me both super happy and grateful! 🥹 My TBR list keeps getting longer, and it's the best problem one could have.

For someone who's discovering your works, what pieces would you recommend I read first? Which are your favorites, your pet projects, etc.?

Anyways, thank you so much for writing for Royai 💗

Hey! I'm happy that you chose to add my works to your TBR list of Royai fics!

This will be shameless self-promotion 😁

I will say that Your dance set my heart ablaze (and I don't want to put it out) (Royai, Havolina, Modern AU, 55k words, T), my longest fic, written for the FMA Big Bang 2021 and illustrated by @cyborgartalchemist, and a river returning each month (Royai, 5+1 things, 11k words, T) are both among my favorite fics, for the themes, for the dedication I put in writing them, for the warm reception I received as well

Another fic I like is back in time (28k words, T), inspired by the many French fics I read since I fell for Royai where one or both of them are the victim of an alchemical accident

I'm still proud of my first Royai (first ever) smut, It's a moment in between the others (pre Promised Day, 2k words)

And if you like to read different things, but short, there's my one-shots collection, Royai : a OS Compilation, and my Royai Week series, Royai Week 2021, Royai Week 2022

I hope you like what you find!

Don't hesitate to browse my writing tag #musing writes to find anything I have written here and not posted on AO3!

[flyinbanachab]

Comfortember 9: Confession

The night was darker than usual, heavy clouds blotting out all trace of moon and stars. Maybe a bit gloomy, but it did give some extra cover to the four cadets drinking on the lakeshore. They sat on a blanket, gathered around a lantern in a loose semicircle, voices obscured by the wind and waves.

"Never have I ever..." Cadet Hawkeye paused to think. She was the most sober in the group by far, but she was being a good sport about it. "Lied about my age."

Read on AO3 or...

"What, never?" Cadet Catalina asked, taking a drink. "You've never told a guy you're older than you actually are."

"Or tried to buy cigarettes? Or beer?" Cadet Havoc asked, having taken a swig himself.

"Or," Cadet Breda, pulling his bottle from his lips, added with a smirk, "enlisted a year early?"

Rebecca turned her attention on him like a spotlight. "You didn’t. You can’t-- are you seriously eighteen? You were FIFTEEN-- ? No way. No-- no WAY."

Breda's smirk only intensified. "Some of us mature faster than others. Jean, go."

"Never have I ever... hmm... accidentally started a fire."

A pause while the other three racked their memories, then Breda took a drink. Riza looked from her beer to Jean and said tentatively, "If I didn't start it myself, but I caused someone else to accidentally start a fire..."

Jean grinned like he’d just snagged the stuffed bear from the claw machine. "Drink, girl! And then tell us the story."

"Yeah! Story time, story time! You never tell us anything!" Rebecca cheered.

Riza sipped at her beer, made a face, and shook her head. "Not tonight."

"Awww," Rebecca pouted.

Breda's turn now. "Never have I ever... been skinny dipping."

Rebecca took a drink, and so did Jean, conspicuously not looking at each other.

Breda laughed. “Why am I not surprised.”

“Night’s young, Red,” Jean said to Breda, gesturing out at the lake. “Wanna go?”

Breda blanched. “Not with you, cowboy.”

Riza hastily added, “Yes, let’s not please. Becca, it’s your turn.”

"Never have I ever..." Rebecca looked down at her bottle, then around the circle. Her closest friends in the academy. Her closest friends, ever. Riza, her roommate, relentlessly driven by some secret she would never share. Breda, the insufferable jackass who'd somehow become one of her favorite people. Jean, ...Jean. Loving and loyal to a fault. He deserved better than a train wreck like her.

The question she was going to pose died on her lips.

"...been scared of deployment," she finished, in a tiny voice. And tipped her head all the way back, draining her bottle.

A moment's hesitation, and three more bottles rose up in turn.

The cadets met each other’s eyes in the dim lantern light. Do they really look like soldiers, ready to fight and die for their country? Or do they look like kids playing pretend, up past their bedtime, afraid of the dark?

The waves lapped the shore, steady and sure. Frogs chirped in the distance.

Jean put his arm around her, and she knew she shouldn’t, but she allowed it. He was strong and familiar and warm. She leaned against him, breathing in cologne and ash. "We'll be okay," he said. "We'll make it. I know we will."

Strong and familiar and naive. Oh, Jean. She knew she shouldn’t, but she rested her head on his shoulder.

Reluctant nods all around. Do they believe it? No, but it would be silly to argue. Riza suggested they call it a night, and the cadets started gathering their things with a collective sense of relief.

Jean kept an arm around her all the way home. She knew she shouldn’t, but she allowed it.

[incorrectfmaquotes]

I was totally not expecting to see an incorrect quote from hadestown on here but I love it. That musical is my favorite so seeing the quote on my dash made my day

(I tried to reply to this yesterday but I hit post limit on my other blog when I was cleaning out my drafts)

That’s nice to hear! Hadestown is my favorite musical too! I got so hyped up when I realized I could combine my two interests together for this blog. When I was filling up the queue, I dragged that quote all the way to the top so it would be the one to post soonest.