#roy mustang x you

[pfpanimes]

⌕ fullmetal alchemist • roy mustang.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Little Mustang on the Loose || Roy Mustang ||

A/n: I got like no sleep cause I stayed up playing Monster Hunter.

Roy Mustang, the Führer-President of Amestris, prided himself on many things—his sharp mind, his impeccable leadership, and his mastery over flame alchemy. But today, he prided himself most on something far greater: taking you his wife—his stunning, formidable wife—on a well-deserved date.

“I’m entrusting you all with my son,” Roy stated, adjusting his gloves as he handed his two-year-old, chubby-cheeked bundle of chaos to his subordinates. The child blinked up at them with his big, dark eyes, his tiny hands clutching onto his father’s pristine military coat.

Jean Havoc, Breda, Fuery, and Falman stood in a line, nervously saluting. The kid looked harmless enough, but they all knew Mustang’s smirk held the weight of an unspoken threat—if anything happened to his son, they would not live to see another sunrise.

“Riza is busy with actual work,” Roy continued, knowing full well she would have shot down this entire arrangement had she been here. “So I expect the rest of you to handle one small child for a few hours.”

Havoc scratched his head. “Sir, no offense, but—uh, are you sure about this? I mean, kids are—well—fast.”

“My son is very well-behaved,” Roy said smugly, ruffling the toddler’s dark curls. “You won’t even know he’s there.”

You gave him a knowing side-eye but said nothing, merely pressing a kiss to her son’s forehead before taking Roy’s arm. "The three will be fine."

And then, with one last look of warning, the Führer-President and his wife left for their long-awaited date. You cooing at your son while Roy practically dragged you out the door.

Thirty Minutes Later…

“Okay, so, this isn’t that bad,” Havoc said, lounging back on the couch in Mustang’s office while Fuery made funny faces at the baby. “Kid’s just sitting there playing with his little—uh, what is that? A tiny alchemy glove?”

“It’s just a regular glove,” Falman corrected. “But look at his chubby little hands. He can barely get it on.”

Breda snorted. “Man, he really is Roy’s kid, huh?”

Everything was peaceful. For about five minutes.And then—disaster struck.

It started when Fuery, trying to adjust his glasses, absentmindedly set the child down for a moment.

That moment was all it took.

One second, the boy was sitting there, giggling sweetly. The next, he was gone.

“Where’d he go?” Havoc asked, suddenly alert.

Fuery’s face paled. “Oh no.”

The office door was slightly ajar.

The toddler had escaped.

A silence fell over the room.

Then—

“Oh, shit.”

The hallways of Central Command were no match for a determined toddler with tiny but surprisingly fast legs.

Havoc, cigarette barely hanging from his lips, sprinted down the halls, yelling, “He went left! No—right!”

Breda, panting, skidded to a stop. “How can someone so round be so fast?!”

The baby cackled—a high-pitched, mischievous laugh—before making a sharp turn and disappearing under a desk.

“HE’S LIKE A MINIATURE MUSTANG!” Fuery wailed, crawling after him.

Falman, usually calm and collected, was now horrified. “Do you have any idea what will happen if we lose the Führer’s son?!”

Breda, in a rare moment of sheer panic, grabbed Havoc’s shoulders. “We’re all gonna die. Mustang is gonna incinerate us one by one—oh my god, we’re dead men.”

Meanwhile, the toddler had somehow managed to make his way to the mess hall, where several high-ranking officers were now standing on chairs as the tiny menace pulled at tablecloths, sending trays of food crashing to the floor.

Major Armstrong, upon seeing the chaos, gasped dramatically and attempted to assist. “FEAR NOT, BRAVE LITTLE ONE! I SHALL LIFT YOU TO SAFETY WITH THE POWER OF—”

The baby bit him.

“…Strong teeth,” Armstrong whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

Breda, hands on his knees, tried to catch his breath. “We need a strategy. He’s too unpredictable.”

"He's just a baby!" Furey fixed his glasses though his head looked around and before they could form a plan—the toddler disappeared again.

Final Boss: Führer Mustang’s Office

After what felt like an eternity of chasing the child through Central HQ, they finally tracked the little gremlin down to Mustang’s office.

But by the time they got there—it was too late.

The toddler had somehow managed to climb onto Roy’s desk.

More importantly—

He had found his father’s gloves.

The tiny, chubby hands clapped together and then a small poof of smoke rose from the desk.

The baby stared at his work, wide-eyed. “Oooh.”

Silence.

Fuery let out weak (stressed) laugh “…He’s learning.”

Falman swallowed. "God help us all.”

Havoc wiped a hand down his face. “Okay, okay—no one has to know about this. We just get the gloves away from him before Mustang—”

Then, the door creaked open.

Roy Mustang and you stood there.You took one look at your grinning, soot-covered son and sighed.

Roy, on the other hand, slowly turned to his men, his gaze dark, dangerous, and promising pain.

“Explain,” he said.

Breda weakly raised his hand. “Uh… funny story?”

The Führer-President cracked his knuckles.

Havoc gulped.

“We’re so dead.”

[eclipseslayer]

• cw: fingering

"Stay still."

Roy's voice rumbles in his chest while his eyes devour you, laid out beneath him, splayed onto his desk like a meal about to be eaten.

He brings his gloved hands up to his mouth, and in between his teeth, he takes the white fabric and tugs, pulling off his gloves, one finger at a time before finally slipping off each one.

He neatly lays them down onto his desk and presses them flat against the wood before he turns back to you. His prize, laying there so deliciously, splayed out like a present just begging to be unwrapped.

Slowly, he takes his hands—warm, and soft—and places them onto your hips where he feels your skin underneath his. He sighs at the contact, and then he moves his hands down until they're touching your inner thighs. He pushes on them, giving them a nudge to signal to you to open up more, and so you do.

He groans at the sight, nearly wanting to just go ahead and skip the foreplay and take you on the desk, but no, he must be patient. He must build the flame.

So, he starts slowly. His fingers trace slowly over your soft folds, making circles as he runs his fingers over the labia as if experimenting with something. Then, as if adding more fuel to the fire, he suddenly presses his thumb against your clit, and begins to rub small circles over it, making you gasp.

"Roy..."

Your gasp is like music to his ears as he hums contently while pressing his finger against your clit.

He moves it a bit faster, and it earns him another moan. His heart quickens at your sounds, as he finds them very arousing as his cock twitches within the confines of his uniform.

As he keeps going, he notices the flame building within you as your breathing starts to get heavier. Your hands fight to find the edge of the desk to grip it, but unfortunately for you, it's out of reach, so you claw aimlessly at the wood, begging for something, anything, to hold onto as that kindling fire in your belly grows and makes you hotter within each passing second.

"Roy!" You shout, as you finally cum, and white liquid pours out of you, leaking onto his desk.

Roy watches as you fall apart beneath him and he tuts, grinning. "Nasty girl. Looks like we'll have to clean this up before someone comes in, won't we?"

[sidsinning]

Thinking about how only part of Riza's back tattoo is burnt bc Roy couldn't bear to hurt her any further despite her request to burn it all away

Thinking about how Arakawa straight up answered the question about why Royai aren't together saying it's literally bc of military rules that they aren't married

She knew what she cooked here

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Saints or sinners / take no prisoners / what’s left after you fall?

[lizbix]

out of all the different types of anime guys i chose black haired emos and main characters

[likesdoodling]

:)

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Edward : Damn, you look good in that suit.

Roy : You know where else I'd look good?

Edward, with zero hesitation : In my bed.

Roy, at the same time : By your side- wait, what?

[imagines-by-cleo]

Just a little idea I wanted to share with the girlies: Roy Mustang's flame alchemy works by manipulating the oxygen density in the air then igniting it and meaning that since he has complete control over the oxygen in a room he could hypothetically choke someone without even touching them.

[l0verd0sed]

been working on this little thing since like early october, just to see if i could actually make a comic/doujin. it's not the best (writing or art wise) but i still had fun making it and learned a lot while doing so ! it was a great way for me to practice drawing more (: so here it is, just a little royed confession scene <3 (it's meant to be read from right to left, like traditional manga).

[courtmartialme]

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

May I please request headcanons for Roy Mustang reacting to his pregnant wife being kidnapped and held captive and she kicks major ass while being rescued?

A/n: I love you my friend.

It should have been known, you do not kidnap Roy Mustang's wife...because if you do then all hell will break lose but it seemed that these captures never got this memo and they will learn from that mistake.

You were blindsided when it happened, a bash to the side of your head and before your body hit ground you were thrown in the van. They thought they hit the jack pot, kidnapping Roy Mustang's pregnant wife, idiots. If they knew anything, the should have known Roy would not be kind, he will not be merciful and the men...they will not leave that place alive.

If the men would have known anything, they should have known that you would not go down without a fight. One hand cradling your belly, back press to the wall while the other clutched a pipe. You broke the wrist of one capture's, you swung and another one went down with a thud. Before the men could swarm you Roy and his team busted through.

A small yelp escaped your lips yanking yourself free as flames engulfed the room. Roy's heart pounded in his chest, catching a glimpse of you fighting back but he couldn't dwell on that.

Not until he knew you were safe.

Once the flames have calmed, once there was nothing but ash. Roy cupped your cheeks, his eyes searching your gaze. "Are you...did they."

Shaking your head you gave him a smile relaxing into his touch. "We're fine, I'm fine."

Holding you, his arms wrapping tightly around your body he ran his fingers down your back. "Let's go home."

[the-blue-eyed-firebender]

Just a lil Royai fic rec.

I'm new to the FMA fandom, but these two now live in my head rent-free. And so do these fics. Enjoy!

Catharsis by kekkubean

Rating: M

Word count: 5K

Summary: She knew better. And now a little girl was dead because she wanted to believe that her father’s behavior existed in a vacuum.

Or,

When Riza learns of the Tucker incident, she doesn't handle it well.

Excerpt: At her feet, Hayate whined, she imagined disapprovingly. It was definitely too early to be drinking, although thankfully she skipped training him on understanding the appropriate hours for alcohol consumption. Riza met his gaze and they regarded each other for a moment as the burning subsided slowly. Hayate cocked his head to the side, curious, and whined again softly, as if he could read her wretched mind.

She briefly, morbidly wondered if Alexander and Nina shared thoughts, or if one of their minds dominated the other in that body, or if it were an entirely new—

Riza slammed her palms on the table, instantly suppressing the thought, and abruptly pushed herself up to standing. Hayate jumped and slinked off into her bedroom. She stood swaying for a moment, trying to gain her balance and some semblance of her sanity.

My thoughts: This one is canon to me. I can offer no higher praise for a fic. Before reading this, I never considered how Nina's fate might affect Riza, but it just makes so much damn sense. The way kekkubean writes trauma is blade-sharp. And the pacing, the dialogue, the characterization - exquisite.

Anytime by myrhymesarepurer

Rating: G

Word count: 838

Summary: It was not his Captain standing there in front of him. It was his master's daughter, so brutally burdened with ink, secrets so cruelly exposed to the world by one blasted broken zipper. 

Excerpt: She lifted her head and blinked, feeling a great bit foolish that she stood in front of her superior, tortured over an issue  he managed to solve in,  oh,  less than one second.

How very Roy Mustang.

My thoughts: I've read this so many times. It's one of the first I read in this fandom, and I keep coming back to it. It's short, poetically formatted, and utterly perfect in it's simplicity.

Beautiful People by That Hoopy Frood

Rating: T

Word count: 6.4K

Summary: Soon after the conclusion of the Ishvalan Civil War, Captain Maes Hughes receives a phone call in the middle of the night. The message is short, concise... and perhaps the most terrifying thing Hughes has ever heard.

Hawkeye's apartment. Now. Come alone. Someone has been hurt.

A promise was once made amidst the sands of a distant desert land: oaths will be upheld, and secrets will be scorched away. The sinful had waited too long; Roy Mustang was indebted to his promise, and Riza Hawkeye had come to collect.

Shut the door; it's starting to rain.

Excerpt: "You asked her to follow you… she would have walked over burning coals for you…" Hughes felt hot, angry tears running down his face. His glasses fogged. His voice cracked. "You were supposed to fall in love with her, Roy! You were supposed to marry her and have kids and be just be happy for once in your goddamned miserable life… now look what you've done. Look at what you've done."

My thoughts: Riza's back-burning is one of the most starkly absent scenes from the FMA canon. The scene has been written and rewritten in fanfiction many times, but this particular fic fills the gap in a way that is just perfectly brutal and raw. The addition of Hughes' presence makes the whole thing cut like a knife. Like Catharsis, this one is canon in my mind.

And now, a shameless plug:

The Counteroffer by theblueeyedfirebender

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: On the eve of Mustang’s inauguration as Fuhrer, Riza Hawkeye submits her resignation.

Excerpt: He pulls a manila envelope from the drawer and stands, sliding it across the surface of the desk in her direction. Her gaze falls to the hand he’s extended, long fingers and pale skin, the lingering scar of a transmutation circle still faintly visible, crosswise marred by another, thicker scar, twin to one on his other hand.  

Something snags in her throat, but she swallows it down and picks up the envelope. It’s thin, like it contains nothing at all. “What is this, sir?” 

For a moment, he doesn’t answer, as if the routine honorific has stuck him somewhere unexpected. When he speaks again, his voice is thick. “A counteroffer.” 

My thoughts: My first-ever FMA fic, complete with an ACOMAF Chapter 54-inspired confession (iykyk).

[rina-mars-regalo]

This was genuinely*genuinely* supposed to be just a sketch but not stop rendering it because I love them so much:((((

Also I am aware that this technically should be Maes but I ignored that and drew Jean because I think he's hot sorry:/

Crops + reference under the cut

[malamira]

hey hey remember this? i'm writing it now i guess!

[foxyslittlegarden]

Showing my bf pictures of my wife (jean havoc) and he said poly rights for Havoc+Mustang+Hawkeye he gets it this is why we're a couple.

I need to draw them.