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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Word Count: 1052 Author: aquietwritingplace/realitybreakgirl Rating: T Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Team Mustang Warning: NA Summary: A sudden snow storm keeps the team from going home to celebrate the holidays. But they make the best of it they can—even a certain Colonel and Lieutenant Notes: This is a gift for @royaidaydreams for the @fmagiftexchange! AO3 || ff.net

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Snowed in for the Holidays

Roy looked out the window of the office and sighed. The snow was coming down hard and fast, sticking to everything around it. It had trapped people where they were, and Central Command was no different. Roy was trapped here, same as his team, same as lots of people in the command center. They were going to have to bunk up here overnight. The barracks were already full, which left the offices. Blankets were being passed out, the mess was fixing a meal so that there would be food for everyone, and people were, in general, trying their best to settle in and wait out the storm.

The problem was it was the holidays. The ones where family and friends were supposed to spend time together, where gifts were to be given and received, good food and drink consumed, and, in general, merriment was to be found. Roy had planned out a perfect “surprise” evening for himself and one Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, but those plans had now been trashed by the weather.

He sighed again.

Suddenly, a hand holding a cup of coffee appeared next to him, and he blinked his way out of his thoughts, looking over to see Riza holding it out to him.

“I’m sure it will clear up soon, sir,” she said with a smile.

He turned to take the cup, letting his hand brush hers for a bit longer than necessary. “Let’s hope so, Lieutenant,” he said. “There are plenty of people with holiday plans out there that are suddenly being cancelled.

“Hm, yes,” Riza agreed, turning to look out the window. “I suppose that this storm does make that a problem.” She glanced over at him. “Did you have any plans, sir?”

He scowled. “I had a surprised all planned out for a woman. But that’s not happening now.” He glanced over at her. “What about you, Lieutenant.”

“Oh, nothing of consequence,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “I expect a childhood acquaintance to make an appearance, but nothing beyond that.”

“Oh really?” he said, turning more of his attention to her. “You don’t sound very enthused about his visit.”

She shrugged, but a sly smile grew on her face. “When he comes by he eats my food, plays with my dog, stays way too long, and doesn’t usually bring anything useful with him.”

Roy gave her his full attention, an annoyed look growing on his face. “Oh really,” he said, deadpan.

Riza, for her part, didn’t stop looking out the window. Instead, she lifted her coffee cup to her lips and took a sip. “Mm. But, I have to admit, he is kind and gentle with me, and he is really good company.” She turned her head to look at him. “I am a bit sad that I’m going to miss him.”

Roy’s annoyance faded. “Well, perhaps you could arrange for him to come by another time.”

Riza smiled at him. “I think I’d enjoy that,” she agreed. She paused for a moment. “It really is too bad. I’ve always enjoyed this holiday. So much for celebrating this year.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that!”

Both officers turned around to see Havoc walking in, carrying a rather large bowl with liquid in it. Not far behind him was Breda, carrying a few different boxes stacked on top of each other that had tempting smells coming from them. Fuery came in next, lugging what appeared to be a small tree. Falman followed, carrying boxes of his own that seemed to have something rattling inside of them.

“What’s all this?” Roy asked.

“Well, sir, since we can’t go anywhere for the holidays, we thought that we might as well celebrate here,” Havoc said as he sat the punch bowl down on a desk. “Hey, let’s get these cleared off and things set up here.”

Riza was already looking in the boxes Breda was sitting down. “Did you raid the kitchens for this?” she asked.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” Breda asked. “Or do you just want to have a decent meal for once?”

Wisely, both Roy and Riza redirected their attention to Fuery and the tree that he and Falman were trying to set up.

“Do I want to know where that came from?” Roy asked, eyeing it.

Fuery responded without even looking up from what he was doing. “Let’s just say that there are some communications lines that are going to suddenly find themselves free from interference.”

Roy sighed and looked at Falman. “Do I even want to know about what you brought?”

“It’s ornaments, sir,” Riza said. “They look homemade.”

“I’m very good at making paper ornaments, sirs.” Falman said.

“Even ones that say ‘Investigations 1905’?” Riza said.

Falman peered over at the basket. “Hm. Must have fallen in.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Roy said, clearly not believing a word of it.

“Figure if we can’t have fun at home, we can have some here,” Havoc said. “And I got this straight from General Alloe’s stash.”

Roy sighed and shook his head, but moved to help, as Riza had already begun cleaning off the desks. In short order, the tree was up and decorated, the food was laid out, and the team were enjoying themselves. They laughed, played games, ate, and generally just made the best of the circumstances.

A couple of hours later Roy pulled Riza aside as the men were cheering something on that was playing on the radio.

“I’m sorry,” he said to her, “that it was not the holidays I promised you. But,” he glanced around to make sure no one was looking and gave her a gentle kiss. “Happy Holidays, Riza Hawkeye.”

Riza smiled back at Roy. “It might not be what I expected, but it’s been more than enjoyable.” She leaned forward this time, giving him a peck on the cheek. “And I’m just glad that I got to spend it with you.”

“Hey, it’s starting!” Falman yelled out.

As Roy and Riza made their way over towards the others and the radio program that was about to play, they couldn’t help but hold hands for a just a moment longer. After all, it might not have been the holiday they had hoped for, but it had been a good one, nonetheless.

#fma gift exchange 2021 #royaidaydreams #riza hawkeye #Roy Mustang #royai #team mustang #fma #Fullmetal Alchemist #fan fiction #fanfic

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teaaavis · 4 years

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a little something (and happy new year!)

Heyo there, @royaidaydreams! I’m your secret santa, and I apologize for the extremely late gift; I hope that I could have sent this earlier. You preferred Royai and nothing else (lol) so here goes! I hope you enjoy!!! (I don’t use AO3 or anything but if I did I would link it for you, sorry.) Also, huge thanks to @fmasecretsanta2020 for organzing this unbelievable event!!!

six battles fought and one battle won 1 ( one ) : young.

The floorboards creaked and whined under his feet as he walked across the vast room, two pairs of footsteps melodically echoing throughout the house. The only thing that stood in his way of leaving the Hawkeye estate and the military was the blank wooden door. The pleasant breeze of air that slipped in through the crack of the door warmed his feet as he put down his trunk with a muffled bump. Mustang had stopped walking and placed his hand on the numbingly cold brass doorknob; then he twisted it, the door swinging open, and nearly bumping the wall like its squeaky hinges did nothing to prevent it. Mustang turned around and almost toppled his leather case holding his belongings over, but he righted it before picking it up again. Gentle steps sounded behind him, and he slowly looked up to see a blonde girl with coppery brown eyes staring at him with a delicate hand on the door.

"You'll come back, won't you, Mr. Mustang?" she questioned, remaining her hand on the door as she took a step closer to the crow-haired young man. Her brown eyes scanned his face as if searching for a reasonable answer, "Will you?" she repeated after she took notice of the uncomfortable pause between him and her.

"I- uh," Mustang opened his mouth and closed it twice before planting a small frown on his face; he knew that there was no point in returning here; Berthold Hawkeye was dead and gone from the household. "I- maybe, think I will." he glanced a soft, worrisome look at the smaller figure, and she continued to stare at him.

"Where will you go now?" Hawkeye asked, a gentle breeze brushing her pale hair across her face.

But damn, did she look so beautiful in that pair of clothing, blond hair barely reaching her shoulders; he wanted to draw her closer to him and wrap his sturdy arms around her fragile figure and tell her that he never wanted to leave her side. But Mustang had already told her- and his passed teacher that he would commit his time to the Amestrian Military, and there was no turning back now.

"Miss Hawkeye, I do believe you know where I'm heading next, so there is no need to ask," Mustang rubbed the back of his head and dropped his arm back to his side with a lengthy sigh. "I plan to help the military with the use of my flame alchemy; if you ever do see me again, it will be a long time until I rest my eyes on you again."

She continued to lay her eyes on him for a long time, then crossed her arms in front of her and put a solemn look on her face, "Then just stay safe, would you?"

Roy felt the heat creeping up his neck, which spread across his face, resting on the tips of his ears and his cheeks; he certainly wouldn't have expected that to come out of her mouth. "Of course, yeah," he diverted his gaze to a small crack in the floorboards, which caught his eyes, "I'll try." Mustang cast his glance towards the pale-haired young woman standing before him, and it was that he knew he had owed his former master's daughter more than he could give.

"I, uh," Mustang stuttered; he knew this sentence wouldn't come out the way he intended, and if it did, the young alchemist knew he would certainly be on the sinking ship; there was no way that she even thought of him more as a mere friend. "Nevermind."

He raised a hand to her; his frozen hand remained there for a fleeting few seconds, but he decided to drop it then, "Goodbye, Riza Hawkeye."

Mustang watched as her penny- pecan colored eyes softened just a tad bit, and she gave a quiet sigh that silently spread over the rustling of the bare branches and the gradually dying grass that was slowly turning a grey-green color. She cast a somber look at her passed father's apprentice, and a sad smile soon filled her expression.

"Goodbye is too permanent," she murmured while crossing her arms into a v- shape in front of her frame, "Until next time, Mr. Mustang."

He turned around.

The last thing he saw in color beside her beautiful eyes was a small blade of green grass in the middle of a barren patch of dirt.

2 ( two ) : battles and burns.

The Flame Alchemist. The three words that she'd help create, and now the soldiers of Amestris on the Ishval- Amestris battleground tossed it around as if it were something to be proud of- unquestionably, it was something that the Hawk's Eye of Ishval wouldn't take in. She wasn't sure if revealing the secrets on her back was worth it; Hawkeye knew that she intended the destructive flame alchemy was for the people but right now, her once sturdy thoughts were crumbling before her.

Left and right, the scarring of the pale Ishvalan grounds and the annihilation of the citizens who lived there was to be permanent, and even though she hadn't been here for long, she knew that the alchemists, especially the Flame Alchemist, had reached a high death toll.

The Hawk's Eye sighed and peered through the sniper's scope, watching as a small burst of brilliant orange, yellow and red flames erupted into the air; she wondered what it was like to kill so many people at a time just with the snap of the fingers. It wasn't until long after another man that she'd never seen before, this time with glasses, which she scrutinized through the lens of the sniper; he turned around and faced the Flame Alchemist. She watched them closely with light interest, positioning herself so she could watch every last movement, and Hawkeye wondered if pulling the trigger on him was a good idea; and it was easy, too easy to pull the trigger back a little more, but instead, she decided against it and put down her sniper with calloused hands.

"I trusted you," she said to him, later that day, her hands tightly fisted in her lap, nearly torn- up, pale coat and near navy uniform covered in wrinkles, "I trusted you, and this is what happened?"

He reached an arm out to her, and in the dim light of the lantern beside her, she saw that part of his tan coat was partially scorched black, but what drew her eyes to his hand was the unmistakable red of a fresh burn. The small ebb of warmth radiating from his arm faded away as he pulled back his arm; his other hand brushed the healing wound, and he dropped both his arms on his lap.

"I told you to be careful, Major Mustang."

"And I was; this wound barely distracts me; besides, this only a minor wound, it hardly hurts."

"Well, you should have known to be more careful," she shot back, eying the fresh red of his skin, "And I doubt that you even treated the wound."

Mustang rubbed the back of his head with his uninjured hand, sighing, "Yeah," he huffed, pulling a face, "But as I said," he eyed the sniper with onyx- colored eyes, "I don't need it."

She plastered a "do you seriously want to play this game with me right now" look on her face but then stood up and opened the flap of the large tent, stepping outside into the rocky terrain. She popped her head back into the tent, looking at the Flame Alchemist sitting on the near- broken wooden crate, "Who was that man with the broken glasses and black hair just like yours?"

"Oh, you must have seen him," Mustang paused and turned to look at the Hawk's Eye, "Hughes," his eyes turned slimmer than they usually were, "His name is Maes Hughes."

3 ( three ) : rain.

"Colonel," she whispered from behind him, handing him his midnight- colored military coat, which he wrapped around himself, and watched the lieutenant stop, the grass flattening under her shoes, blue uniform ruffling in the soft wind.

He watched the stone grave with the name Maes Hughes engraved into it so intently as if it might move, but when the grave did not, he gripped the uniform cap tucked between his arm tighter, "Alchemists as a whole, we are horrible creatures, aren't we?"

The lieutenant gave no reply, and he carried on quickly, "There's a side of me that's desperately trying to crack the theories of human transmutation right now," Mustang paused, trying to burrow whatever feelings and thoughts he had for his dead friend right now, "I think I understand what drove those boys who tried to- " he cut himself off abruptly, "bring back their dead mother."

He kept his eyes on the grave, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lieutenant Hawkeye shift, "Are you all right, Colonel?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled in reply, taking his cap by his right hand and setting it on his head, "Except," he tilted his head upwards, the brim of the hat just almost covering his eyes, "It's a terrible day for rain."

At first, he knew she wouldn't get the statement, hearing her, "What do you mean? It's not raining."

He felt the sleeve of her coat brush lightly against his, and that word useless that she'd always called him when he fought in the rain just suddenly got to him, and he felt a wet substance sliding down his cheeks. "Yes, it is."

She directed her gaze towards him and responded, "Oh, so it is. Why don't we head back? It's getting chilly out here."

Soon, Mustang felt the small of her hand on his back as she directed him to his car in silence; desperately, he wanted to believe the truth was just a dream; one of his most valuable subordinates and a treasured friend ripped away from life so quickly. Running his fingers through his neatly pulled back hair, he let it fall back to its usual unkempt state; he sighed and crossed his arms.

Gazing at Lieutenant Hawkeye, he wondered how she could keep the same emotionless look on her face- not daring to let a flicker of movement dash across her face. Focusing on the darkest brown of her eyes, he noted how she concentrated on staring ahead of her, hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel. He didn't know what he looked like at that moment, but, god, he must have looked so desperate at that moment.

Desperate to hold her, to take her into his arms, tell her everything he wanted to, but of course, he scolded himself for thinking of such an idea- and would she even let a man with bloodstained hands hold her? A man in which he wielded a dangerous power that had killed so many? Emptying the thought from his mind, he blew a loud exhale, which attracted a glimpse from the lieutenant, which only lingered on him for a second or two.

But Mustang knew he needed to find Hughes's killer quickly and avenge his death, knowing that the killer could notice the lieutenant and take her away, just as they did to Hughes. He would still protect the lieutenant at all costs, but inside, he knew that she didn't need his protection; that she would be just fine on her own.

What he didn't know was that he would be completely wrong.

4 ( four ) : sorrow.

There was no way. She refused to believe it- but after all, they were facing a Homunculus. The Homunculus had told her she had killed a sacrificial pawn, and if Alphonse was still alive, the Colonel and Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc somewhere else, then that meant she had already dealt with one of them, meaning that it was either Colonel Mustang or Second Lieutenant Havoc. Or maybe she was dead, and she was the sacrificial pawn, and this was all a nightmare because, of course, it would be impossible that Roy Mustang had perished so quickly; and killed by this monster of all things.

She told herself to remain calm like she always would, but Hawkeye couldn't dream of the fact that she would have to carry on without him, missing out on everything they could have had together; but instead, grief, fury, and boiling rage channeled through her veins. She pulled the trigger of her handgun as bullet after bullet hit the Homunculus; echoes of screaming bounced around the vast room of Laboratory 5, and she didn't know if it was her or not, but it didn't matter.

Her comrades in the military knew her as the Hawk's Eye, earning that name from the fact that she never, or once in a blue moon, missed her target. Usually, she would make sure that perfection and accuracy came in her shot, but her mind was so jumbled, one of her bullets only grazed the monster's shoulder. She threw aside another of her handguns and continued firing, hoping, pleading, for this creature to die before her, and maybe he just wasn't dead yet. Ignoring the shocked Alphonse Elric at her side, maybe confused at her sudden rage and her crazed behavior, but she didn't care who saw her at this moment or not.

But the fact that she'd failed to protect him, something tremendously crucial that he'd trusted her with from the very day she became enlisted under his command; it tore her apart. Down to her last bullet, she pulled the trigger with great force, lowering her arm slowly and reluctantly, then collapsed on the cold floor, hands clenched together firmly. She didn't know at that moment, but there was a part of her eager to end her life right there and join him; the Homunculus, still alive, uttered something which sounded like static to her. The floor, blurry between the tears forming in her eyes, warped and pathetically fell to the ground; and when she heard a clacking sound, grey metal stepped in front of her, she knew the younger Elric brother was trying to save her.

They both bickered for a moment as to whether to run or not and of course, she remained there, slumped over, hearing the sound of strange material piercing through metal. Telling Alphonse to run for the last time, he'd fought back, telling her that he had seen so many people die before him, and with this chance to protect her, he would. And when a new voice entered the room, she was suddenly yanked to the side by cold metal; that wrapped around her body; but no, how could it be?

Flames engulfed the air around her, heat rising quickly from abrupt and large flames near her; the wall that Alphonse Elric had transmuted earlier shook as something from the other side rammed into it. Painful shrieks and screams reverberated through the room as she imagined the flames created by his hand submerging the Homunculus. It took time for it to be over, and when it was, an enormous cloud of smoke blew in front of her eyes, with the following, quiet sound of something like sand blowing into the air filled the room. Behind the transmuted wall, she heard something clatter to the ground and the familiar grunt of pain from the colonel.

Released from her spot, she dashed over to the colonel, not caring to wipe stray tears on her cheeks; and at that moment, she was glad that Alphonse had saved her back a few moments ago. Asking about her superior's wounds, he only responded with a question if she was unscathed and a thanks to Alphonse, quickly adding in to fetch the injured Havoc.

After the sound of metal faded away, she turned back to the colonel, who gave her that crooked, small smile that she was fond of- a smile that filled her with the feeling of reassurance. Feeling raven eyes lock on to her, she gave a small smile; and maybe, she thought, he had stared at her a bit too long.

The understanding silence between them was interrupted by the return of Alphonse and the colonel's voice, so quiet it was like a whisper, "Help me up, would you?"

She stood up, brushing one of her hands briefly across his before planting her hands on his broad back before hoisting him upwards.

5 ( five ) : color.

"Your precious woman is dying."

Chasing the shape-shifting Homunculus, Envy, the one who had killed Maes Hughes, down the winding tunnels was a real game to play, and after he'd blasted that creature to a despicable green worm, she just had to step in and prevent him from going over the edge. And what an idiot he was back when they were still in the tunnels, when he had told her to end the burden she carried around every day, her response was already a bullet to the head. He remembered the flames that had come with his anguished cry, and he hated, despised, loathed, what this woman could do to him. Then she had saved him again.

But now, all he could do was watch her die in front of his eyes as he called out her name, no, her rank, frantically.

As he strained against his captors, he watched as her precious lifeblood smoothly and swiftly flowed out of the deep gash in her neck; her hand on her crimson, bloodied neck did nothing to hinder the bleeding. He watched as her eyes dulled, her beautiful blonde hair starting to stain red from the blood that spilled on the stone floor, a red puddle spreading farther and farther from the lieutenant and closer and closer to him. Trying to shake the two men holding him down off of him, they held him tightly, the anonymous man with the gold tooth speaking again, but with fear coursing through his body, the man's words were unintelligible.

Hawkeye, looking so vulnerable and weak, mouth slightly open, body limp against the ground; he wanted to embrace her with unwilling ferocity, even if it was the last time. A flare of hope grew as she saw movement in her eyes- a signal, which informed him to buy a bit more time, and after a short while, his saviors appeared, the youngest throwing some weapon at one of the führer candidate's head. Taking the sword of the stunned- and hopefully dead man, he stabbed the other man holding him captive, and dashed to the lieutenant, pleading, praying that she hadn't left him yet. Usually, stepping on something during a full sprint would have tripped him, but the urgency flooding through him kept him going. As one of the other candidates raised his sword to cut him down, he snapped his fingers, releasing an explosion of fire, blowing him away.

Letting out a panicked cry, he supported her weak body in his arms, not daring to let her go; he was with her, and everything was going to be all right, and why wasn't she opening her eyes? He watched, powerless as she twisted and turned in his grip, the warmth from her body fading, blood still slowly oozing out of her fresh wound, and god, was she slowly dying in his arms?

Then, a flurry of pink, purple, and white entered his vision, accompanying a small voice, and in seconds, she had patched up the wound. Thankful, he told her, "I owe you one," and turned his attention back to Hawkeye, who had slowly woken from a daze; he watched as a pair of eyes opened.

And suddenly, his world was in color again, pale skin against the black and blue of his uniform, red against the yellow of her hair, and he found himself wondering for the first time how her stunning eyes were that shade of brown.

But color or her eyes didn't really mean much right now; there was only one thing that he really fancied at this moment, the only thing that comforted him; but right now, he loved that smile she gave him.

6 ( six ) : dark mornings.

She wondered what it would be like for it to be pitch black in the middle of the day. The thin curtains did nothing to filter the sunlight pouring through the open window, which made shadows that danced across the floor. And of course, he wouldn't be able to see those either, but as she described the way the beams of warm light hit her skin and the tiny view of the leaves blowing this way and that in the wind, a feeling of commiseration flooded through her.

Beside her, he pawed his face dramatically with bandaged hands and hung his head in defeat; black strands of hair drooping. Standing up on uneasy feet, she padded over to the colonel, who must have heard the creaking of the hospital bed and the soft shuffling of her feet. Sitting down on the soft mattress in front of him, she reached out for his bandaged hand, knuckles brushing gently across the palm of her hand.

He lifted his head and looked in the direction he thought she was sitting, which was the wrong way, so she cupped his cheek, turning his head towards her. Pale grey, blind eyes widened, and he gripped her hand tighter, and was he blushing?

Thin sheets and a blanket wrinkled as she leaned backward, whispering small sentences that went back and forth between them. She did not manage to exchange many words between them before silence filled the room, and they sat there, enjoying the company and the silence. Mustang stared at her, maybe staring at nothing, then blurted out, "It's a shame I can't see you." The colonel repeatedly and quickly blinked as if he was embarrassed but showed no signs of being so.

Fidgeting with a bedsheet with her free hand, as her other hand was still occupied by the colonel, who was now running his thumb across her knuckles, she only smiled in response. Avoiding his comment, she started unwrapping the bandages on his left hand for him, which the doctor had instructed to do every morning. "What is the first thing that you want to do with your sight back?" she questioned, pulling away from his firm grip and strolling over the small medical cart left at the other end of their shared room. She started reaching for the new roll of gauze and the ointment when he replied, a bit too quick.

"Probably spend some time with you," he replied, smirking at the sound of Hawkeye sighing in response, "or maybe hurry over and see what Alphonse looks like."

"You most certainly won't be traveling anywhere until you get you're completely healed and have your sight back."

He nodded as she sat back beside him and lifted his unwrapped hand, applying the ointment, then covering his hand in the fresh, clean covering. Tranquility filled the room as there was nothing more to be said, and the only thing she could hear was the ripping of the old bandage stained a dark red with old blood. It took a while, treating both hands, but after she finished, she threw away the used materials and took a seat next to the colonel.

"Sir-" she started but was interjected by her superior by, "I told you that you don't always have to refer to me formally."

Continuing, she crossed her legs, "-what is it like to be blind?"

He looked at her, scoffing, "I guess it feels like you're drowning in darkness, never seeing the moon or the sun that rises every day. I constantly feel lonely, as I can not see anyone," he paused, reaching for her hand, but instead found her leg but gripped it, "and I can not see you."

"They're always dark mornings."

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wombywoo · 3 years

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my two pieces for @royaidaydreams newsies au which you can read here :)

done for the fma 2021 big bang

#fma #fma big bang #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #edward elric #my art

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wowzermax · 3 years

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Wishing a very merry Christmas to @royaidaydreams! I hope you’ll pardon that I’m a little behind! I couldn’t decide which version I liked best, so I give you both! c:

Thank you to @fmasecretsanta for hosting this event! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas as well!

#art #anime #manga #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #royai #my art

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andthatisnotfake · 3 years

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Thanks for the tag @artificialortega! Here are my answers:

Less than 50%, unfortunately. 😔

Here's mine.

Tagging @junosjukebox @hi-yekaterina @bellafarella @captainjowl @royaidaydreams @lorircreates @goodkwuestion @peartato

And here's the blank one.

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musing-and-music · 1 year

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Thank @goneadrift for the tag!

Current time: 17:25

Current mood: tired but relaxed (I went on a hike today)

Thinking about: how comfortable my new couch is

Current favorite song: La tendresse by Bourvil

Currently reading: Golden Kamui by Satoru Noda, re-reading A Game of Thrones by George RR Martin

Currently watching: The Chosen (I like Matthew and Philip!), Young Lady and Gentleman (a bit frustrating atm)

Current favorite characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc, Rebecca Catalina, Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister

Current WIPs: for FMA I still have at least 4 (a havolina one, Riza and dogs, the Hughes lives AU...), I have my soulmate AU for ASOIAF, plus thinking about the prompts for the JB fic exchange, A king's decision and She’s not a diamond as well

Tagging @vayalda , @firesign23 , @firewoodfigs , @royaidaydreams if you want to!

#tag game #about me

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royaidaydreams · 1 year

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Royai Fanfic

Time Passes by Pen_n_Notebook (royaidaydreams on tumblr)

Summary: Riza Hawkeye doesn’t wake. Time passes for Roy Mustang.

Written for @hundred-suns who wanted angst and intense drama that hurt and made you cry about "Riza in coma long-term and Roy coming to terms with his new life without her by his side and being able to accept it."

Read a snippet below then finish it here on AO3!

From the hospital bed Riza’s heart beats beneath the steady rise and fall of her chest. Slow and soft, the perfect imitation of sleep.

Mustang rubs the bags under his eyes and keeps waiting for her finger to twitch, her eyes to flutter. Neither happen.

As he writes a report he expects her to sit up, meet his eyes, and scold him for prioritizing her health over his own the past two weeks, eating the bare minimum and sleeping less so. Roy knows after waking Riza would ask about her beloved dog. Then, Hawkeye would follow Roy out of this god forsaken hospital back to his office where they belong.

But it never happens. Roy finishes his report and continues to wait.

Time passes.

#my fanfic #royai #riza hawkeye #Roy Mustang

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scienceoftheidiot · 1 year

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

I was also tagged by @royaidaydreams to do this, so thanks so, so much, to both of you 🥺❤️🥰

I've been trying to make a fic rec post for other people's fics for weeks and I find it quite hard to chose, so doing it for my own stuff 😅 is going to be quite hard too 😅

Let's try though - I didn't put original stuff on there, just fanfics. I have some of my original stuff on AO3 in English, though !

1. In the old Alexandria (Ripper Street)

Mimi comes back to London, a couple of years after the turn of the century.

This is the first fic I ever posted on AO3 (the older ones were posted after but dated to when they were written - and posted elsewhere). The Ripper Street finale had wrecked me, and I needed to give some softness to the survivors. Hence, this is only for people who have seen the whole 5 seasons (but please watch them. Please please).

2. Keep Afloat (Ripper Street)

Little flashbacks, mostly around Edmund, from before S1. Filling in the blanks with more misery ! Yay !!

It's not mentionned that I am forced to share only finished stories, right? 😅 But this is a collection of flashbacks, so more or less, each chapter can be read independently. And there's no end, since the end is the start of the show, so... It's one of these fics that I sometimes re read, and one of the few where I actually find what I wrote good. Special mention to the chapter between Edmund and Emily. (This is NOT. a feel good fic).

3. Snow, snow... (Daredevil (Karedevil))

Matt tries to carry on through a blizzard, but the snow and his mind wandering to old memories won't let him.

I wanted to put a DD fic in here, but I didn't know which one to chose. This one has many characters and bittersweet memories, and this is what I like.

4. Bro's Night Out (FMA)

Hughes is sent to East City for work, but decided to arrive early (or... very late...) to meet his friend. Who is working. A lot. And has no time for silly things. And doesn't hold his drink.

It's hard to chose in a fandom I'm currently deeply obsessed with, so I chose those one, because I think I got the banter right, and it was fun to write.

5. My own worst friend and my own closest enemy (FMA (Royai))

One circle, one Roy Mustang on each side, one accidental transmutation, one occasion to be humbled and learn.

This one is still ongoing but @qs63 and I are having such a blast writing it that it's already in my top 5. Even if people didn't like it (which they do !!! That's even more awesome, thanks to all who read !!), I would have put it there because I just love it and love all the brainstorming we're having over it. 🥰

Bonus :

All the hope that I lost, you have found (FMA (Royai))

This is a WIP and a BIG one. That I plan on finishing this summer.

When I published Everyone learns faster on fire , I thought I would not come back to this theme (Roy stays blind after the Promised Day). Exceeeeept... That first fic wasn't very realistic. So I took this premices again and turned them around. The Army wouldn't keep a blind officer, so Roy's dismissed. And as soon as I started writing that, the rest of the fic events just fell like dominos. In the end, that fic has Royai, politics, Ishval, Team Mustang, and stuff that I will not disclose there because spoilers. All of this of course swimming in lots and lots of angst - but not only. I try to have it balance with sweet and even funny (I hope) moments. I'm having a lot of fun writing it and I can't wait to finish it !

#ask game #fic rec #self fic rec

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7, 37 & 38, please! 💕

aaaaaaaaaaa thank you!!!!! these are SO POSITIVE, thank you for sending this after a v stressful day bc i am an anxious child. this got a little (very) long so the answer is below the cut!!!! thank you again!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oh there are SO MANY parts of once that i am incredibly proud of???? like that’s one of the best pieces i’ve written in a long time. it was hard to pick, but i think the moment riza realizes she’s truly in love with roy is my favorite in that work:

She inhaled, breath shaky. She needed to get herself back under control. “But you are about to do something reckless. Something wrong. I swore to protect you the day I agreed to work with you. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m pointing a gun at your head.” Damn it, damn it, her hand was starting to shake and her voice crack and she needed to be stronger than this. Every breath was agony when she said, “This is pure hatred, and I will not let it take you.”

You will not, Riza vowed. She spoke it to the universe. She would spit in God’s face if They came down to try and argue with her.

You will not have him. You cannot take him. You will not take the man I love.

And of course, of course that’s the moment she knew what this was. That she gave in and stopped denying and pretending. Riza Hawkeye loved Roy Mustang with every fiber of her being, with everything that she was, and that knowledge settled over her like a blanket and yet changed nothing because she had loved him for years. It was as if she had been looking at all of her memories through a filter, and now with the haze gone she can see the sharpness of the lines and brilliance of the colors and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him.

i just. *jenny slate scream.* the pain. the love. the drama and angst of realizing that she loved him and didn’t want to live without him at the exact moment she was closest to losing him forever (literally and metaphorically), which is then mirrored by roy in the next scene???? i’m weak.

37. Talk about your current wips.

ok there are 2 big ones. the flame-witch and deadshot, my role-reversal FMAB fic, which is just. i’m sorry i haven't updated it i’m at this really frustrating writer’s block where i KNOW what happens next, i just don’t know how we GET there exactly. there are so many things i can’t wait to SHOW YOU ALL because there were some questions that i had after watching the series that weren’t answered, that we are going to dive into and answer together. also the what-ifs spiraled out and i just. what would a riza raised by a lone berthold look like? how would that affect how she saw the world? what if roy was a sniper wouldn’t that be sexy? how would riza react to ishval? how would she build her team, what would happen? how would she and roy build this incredible trust and friendship and fall in love if they don’t have the history of growing up together? because they WILL fall in love have no fear.

i also can’t write about the flame-witch without giving a shout-out to @royaidaydreams, who is the editor and the wall i bounce ideas off of who usually bounces better things back at me. she is so awesome and amazing and i really really appreciate all the work she’s done in making that fic what it is!!!! (she’s also just really sweet & cool)

and THEN there’s the blood runs stale, which is a hunter x hunter vigilante au. which is just pouring out of me rn because i am at the whims of my muse, sorry. sweet, sexy, pining kurapika who is a badass with a heart of gold who turns into a marshmallow when he sees the tall glass of water that is dr. leorio paladiknight. it’s fun and cheesy and campy and the found family is real. i also want to write another leopika that is straight-up the opposite and is the long-winded, mutual-pining, slow-burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers campy smut fest. so look out for that bullshit.

what i’m learning is i love writing about trauma? ok that sounds weird and shitty but like. i think stories and writing can be a cathartic release and a means for people to see themselves in a story, and by reading about/watching someone else heal, they can begin to do so, too. (though that’s not for everyone and that’s super valid/important!) i work in a really high-emotional-octane field, and i think the ways that people heal and move on from trauma - in the good, bad, messy, “weird,” complicated, ugly ways - are endlessly fascinating to read about and discuss because trauma is not pretty and i don’t want to romanticize it, but i want to write stories for whom people can see that anyone can heal from what they’ve been through and find something a bit better at the end of it? a fic i once read had a line that read “isn’t the point of working so things get better that they actually get better?” and that literally changed my life. griftings if you’re out there i love you. but yeah those are my wips

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

truly? all of them. any of them. if you so much as breathed on my fics i lost my mind. thank you so much.

but ummmm. yours, miss firewood-figs, are always lovely!!!! and so sweet!!!!! as is @kallutozoldyck whose reviews are always highly anticipated and just so very nice and aaaaaaa? aaaa!!!!

but also the user MissSteph22 sent me a gif (YOU CAN ADD GIFS TO AO3 REVIEWS!!!!!) in their very essay review for and i’ve been so lost without you (are you lost without me, too?) which made me cry???

honestly tho if you’ve ever clicked on something i wrote i face-planted into my pillow and yelled thank you ALL. sorry again this was so long i hope this doesn’t come across as self-absorbed thank you for reading and this ask and aaaaaaa!!!!!

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