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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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Song: La La Lost You by Niki

Summary: With him being the pro hero he is, time slips away while distance grows.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: angst, cursing

Quirk: You can read minds and portray them in real life. Example: If they thought about a gun, you create the image of the gun and use the gun. Same goes for you, if you think about a bomb, a bomb is already in your hands ready to use.

Symbols: Italic= flashbacks

A/n: can you pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 fnejdn

While I'm on Sunset, are you on the subway?

While I drive, are you gettin' on the L-train?

Bakugo can feel the longing in his heart as he watches a couple pick out engagement rings. His fists tighten at the sight as he feels an ache in his heart while he longs for an embrace his body misses, a body he missed to cherished, pair of lips he missed to place upon his. He lowers his head as he does his nightly patrols. Winter coming in closer than he realized, another year passing by. He thought he wanted this year to end as fast as it could yet here he is, sorrow and regret on his shoulders. Half of his heart gone, nearly falling apart as he stares at every happy couple his eyes fall upon. Even if his fans came to him, no matter how loud the praises and compliments were thrown at him, he felt nothing.

All he wanted to feel was her.

He wanted to feel how warm she was pressed against him, he wanted to feel her lips on his once again, he wanted to hear her voice again. Not the voice he last heard that was full of sadness but the voice he loved to listen to whenever he had his nightmares, his insecure nights. The softness in her tone, the way every laugh of hers would sound ethereal to him, the feist in her words whenever they had their battles. Now all those sounds seem to grow deaf to him. It's been a year, a year without her. A rather long year for him. Everyday he had to wake up to a cold bed, no arms wrapped around him, no view for him to enjoy when he opens his eyes. The way your moments were held in the walls surrounding him, every milestone of your relationship cherished in one household. He felt as if it was mocking him, making him remember the happiness your relationship brought him.

Hope that eases the pain

So you remember to miss me

Before, your house was filled with pictures of you two. Now it was empty, a house for one man when it was supposed to be a house for his ever after with her. Where was his savior? Where are the soft melodies she'd sing to him whenever he had his insecurities drag him down? All these moments he can only replay in his mind.

As he opens the door, he remembers the smile that falls on his lips no matter how exhausted he was, ready to see his girlfriend safe and sound in their own house. He'd catch her asleep on the couch with her favorite blanket cuddled up to a stuff toy he won her in a game.

He lets out a tired sigh before stepping in the shower. He closes his eyes, trying to surpass the way his eyes wanted to shed tears at the sight of her without his side. The more he tries to ignore it, the farther she gets from his view. He only remembers the way he raised his voice at her, the tears that ran down her cheek. The hurtful things that left his mouth, he never meant to say.

Unsaid things only to be said to a wall as his chances were slimming down as time passes. The words he wanted to say only being said when he was intoxicated but the person he badly wanted to say it to wasn't there to listen.

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid

He didn't dare to face his friends, knowing questions and reactions are the only things he's gonna get from them. They'd be the ones to mention your name when they notice your disappearance. Kirishima knows about the split and has made many attempts to get the blonde back on his feet like he used to but every attempt would just end in bottles on the floor and carrying Bakugos intoxicated body back in your old couch.

Kirishimas heart wanted to cry for him.

Whenever your name was mentioned in missions or groups, he'd noticed the sadness that sets in his eyes and expression while he tries to hide it by being his aggressive self. Even as his best friend, there's nothing that he could do when the only solution to Bakugos heart was you.

You tried to ignore the fact that every night for a year you drowned out your emotions by overworking yourself and thinking that by being surrounded by lights and alcohol brought you contentment while you had no clue of what your other half was doing. Like him, you craved nothing more than to be with him.

Some have tried to contact you, you tried to sound believable as possible. Trying to sound like the boy you love was still around you pulling pranks behind you or him randomly wrapping his arms around you.

But you're on the other side of the country.

An offer you couldn't possibly lose, not even letting him know where you were. Him only knowing when the news had caught you fighting off villains in a city he can't just run to when he missed you. You knew that distance never fixed anything but at this point is there anything to be fixed? When laid out in front of you two are broken pieces of your own hearts. Scatted in cities where he remembers you by, scattered in his clothes that fit like a dress on you, scattered in streets making a path for you two to retrace your steps and fix what's happened. Hanging onto memories day by day. Trying to grasp a reality that was too good to be true.

All my demons have your smile

Unlike him, your surroundings were new.

Everything was new. You weren't stuck to suffer in the place where your love blossomed, the new environment insisting you to change but the way you saw couples and kids ticked you off to the very least.

December hasn't been this cold than you remember it. You shed a tear or two whenever you overheard one of the heroes ramble on how excited she was that she was engaged. It would've been 6 years with him by next month and a ring should've been placed in your very hands by now knowing the shared conversations you two had about marriage.

Saddened by the thought of it, you head home changing out of your hero clothes. You sat in the train, your exhaustion getting the best of you as you opened your eyes to see Bakugo sitting in front of you but as you blink he was gone. As the train goes under a tunnel, you look at the window as your memories play like some movie scene. You turn to look at the couples that surrounded you and your mind betrays you thinking of a girl that can make Bakugo happy like you did.

The darkness of the train enabled you to cry. You covered your face in your hands as you let out a sob. As a hero you couldn't care if people saw you like this, everyone had a breaking point. You've had enough of today. You continue to cry as you tighten the grip on your sweater and on the necklace that you wore.

"Who knew you could do things like this?" You teased as he taps your nose. You were set on his lap as he brings out a box. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks at you with love, love and nothing more.

"Shut it, dumbass. Now turn around." You rolled your eyes as you turned around, your back facing his chest. He sits up properly, gently moving your h/c aside as a cold piece of jewelry was placed around your neck. Once it was attached, Bakugo pressed light kisses on your shoulder as he whispers for you to face him. When you did, he smiled.

"You look amazing, Y/N." He says with pink painted cheeks. You blushed at his words your hand playing with the necklace.

"What's this for, Katsuki?" You asked as you intertwined your hands with his. He kisses the back of your hand as he looks at you.

"So you'll always have me."

As you wipe your tears, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your jeans. Picking it up the name "kiri<3" flashes before you. Sniffling a bit, you decided to answer.

"Kirishima? Is everything okay?"

Meanwhile on the other line, Bakugos breath hitched at the sound of you. It was another night where he dragged Kirishima to another bar and drown his feelings. He begged Kirishima to dial your number, just to hear it even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Hey Y/N! Sorry if I called a little later than expected, you doing okay? This is really random and unmanly-"

"Kiri it's fine! I'm fine yeah just heading home. How are you by the way?" Bakugo stays silent as he hears your voice. He missed it so much. He hadn't felt this desperate since you left.

"Well I'm doing fine too, Y/N. Guess I kinda just miss my partner in crime." You smiled at his words, finally feeling relieved after your session of crying.

"I miss you too, Eiji. How-"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice suddenly rushing to your ears as you sit up. It's him. Bakugo tries to steal the phone from Kirishima but Kirishima won't give it to him, thinking it was wrong for Bakugo to talk to you in a state like this.

"Bakugo-" The call ends before you can even say anything else. Kirishima sighs as Bakugo notices the call has ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR SHIT HEAD?!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU CALL HER ON YOUR OWN, BAKUGO!" Kirishima shouts. Bakugo is taken aback by his sudden burst of words. Bakugo stays silent as Kirishima puts his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

"If you love her why don't you call her yourself? Make some fucking plans with her, talk it out. You're suffering because you're weak enough to reach out to her. This would've been simple from the beginning when you actually had the balls to talk to her and apologize!"

"If you feels so shitty about Y/N leaving, we're her friends too you know. We also lost her. I always have your back Bakugo, but this time this is your problem." Kirishima leaves your apartment with a sigh of defeat as he glides over your phone number, texting a sorry before he went home. Bakugo had his head hung low, taking in every word he heard.

He's right. He thought.

You had a hand placed on your heart when you heard him. You figured that it didn't end well for Kirishima when the call ended. Your screen flashes before reading the message.

kiri<3: I'm really sorry about that Y/N, but I do miss you. we all do. especially bakugo.

When you were home, your hand traces over the blocked contact of your other half. You smile as you reread your past conversations. But as you hug your pillow shutting the device off, you felt your eyes close remembering the warmth you used to have when he slept beside you.

He came home from a patrol, promising to save as many as he can but ended up saving only half of what he intended to. The cries of people ringing in his ears. He felt low, unworthy, selfish, weak. He couldn't save them, he could've been better. Now he realizes the fear that grows on him that he can't always save you.

"What the fuck did you say, Katsuki?! You don't get to say shit like I'm not a hero like you! We're both fucking exhausted. I'm asking you for one, one day." You shout.

He wasn't as strong as you. He utters words that mean the complete opposite of what he wanted to say, even denying love when he first experienced it. So scared of feeling emotions since the only thing he relied on was himself. He is strong in battles, the thrill giving him life, excitement. This is what he wanted. To live the life of his idols, to surpass them and show them he meant every word when said he wanted to be #1. What he didn't want was a girl who held his heart with strings. Playing with his emotions, discovering the branches of love. Discovering how his world changed when he fell for the girl he could never reach. He didn't want his heart to be fragile. He wanted it to be tough and unbreakable, a barrier around it where no one can see through his sharp demeanor. But there she was. Breaking every barrier with ease. In this moment, his heart made barriers once again.

"I fucking meant it when I said I don't have any time to be with you anymore. I need to work, Y/N! Why cant you get that through your fucking skull" He shouts back, a finger to your forehead pushing you back. Your cheeks were from the anger that sprung to your spirits. Every part of you was aching with anger. Tears spilling from your eyes as he watches you.

"That's all you ever fucking do Katsuki! Do you just purposely forget that I also work hard and here I am asking for one night with my boyfriend and you're pushing me aside like I'm nothing to you!"

"Nothing?! Maybe you just don't fucking understand what I'm saying! I have my own shit to deal with and I can't always drop everything for your needy ass. Do you need me to pat you on the back for being a good hero? You shouldn't even call yourself a hero when I'm the reason you even made it this far, princess." You closed your eyes as your hands turned white from how much you were tightening them.

Y/N, don't believe it. Please. I'm begging you-

"OF COURSE YOU GOT ME HERE! Call me anything you want. Weak, laid back, unworthy, low, insecure, stupid, worthless, have at it but I'm fucking drowning in my own stress, shitty paper work and patrols. I am a hero. You don't get to fucking remove that title from me. While you got me here, you're forgetting all the shit I did for you!"

"The things you did for me? What, like love? That's nothing to me."

Love.

All the smiles you've given him. The moments where you made him realize that if he wasn't the #1 hero, the only thing that mattered him was you. The memories of you with your head on his shoulder enjoying the sunset while he talks about how much he loves you. The feeling of his hands intertwining with yours as you danced in your living room. The moment where he said he'd catch you no matter what. The moments where you would wake up to his kisses on your face. The feeling when you see him safe and sound as you hug him enjoying life when his love surrounded you. The feeling when you imagined yourself marrying the perfect man for you.The promises. Future plans. The kisses. Never ending hugs. 5 years with the person who made you the happiest, who made you determined, who made you feel like you can conquer anything, who made you believe in love even in the toughest ways.

It was all nothing.

You bite your lip as your head hung low. He hears your sobs and it wasn't enough for him to wake up from all this anger. He needed you just as much as you did, but in this moment he didn't realize it. He thought he needed a break, some silence to drown out the cries of the people he had left behind but now he can only hear his heart shattering. Piece by piece. Torn. With every word he says. With every glance he gives you, seeing you so hurt because of him. He bared no meaning to his words and he hopes you can see that he too needed saving but he notices the drop in your tone. Dull eyes, tear stained cheeks, unsteady breathing.

"I just w-wanted to be with you.. t-to be saved. To be saved from this asshole of a man claiming he loves but me pushes me away like dirt. A man who tells me an empty promise of always being there to catch me. Katsuki, was it all really nothing y-you?" He bites his lip before taking a step forward but you step back, life drained out of you. Every color saturated to liveliness was nothing but black and white now. Storms and heavy weather. Tears and broken hearts.

I can't do this.

"I just can't save you anymore." He whispers but you heard it clear as day. You let out the most painful sob as your knees give in, a thud to the floor as you cover your face in your hands. Now the fear in his head of him never saving you, he only faces the truth that he can't save everyone, even you. Your sobs echoed through the house as he turns around to wipe away his tears, a hand to his pained chest. As his back was turned to you, you left to go to your room. He notices your disappearance as he only sits on the couch, knowing the events that were to happen next. You grabbed a bag stuffing in whatever you could as you continued to release your sorrows. When you were finished you took a last good look on your room. The room where every nightmare was comforted with love, the room where secrets were shared, deep fears, everything. You take a deep breath before opening the door. You see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

You both wake up with tears in your eyes as your head weighed a ton, making you grip your pillow with such force, completely unhappy you were greeted this way. You looked up at the mirror to see bags under your eyes, puff cheeks, and a version of you that you despised to see everyday.

Not a single glow of happiness.

You weren't ready to face another tiresome day at the agency but your limbs forced you to knowing it'd be another patrol then by the night some paperwork and then patrolling once again. His words replayed in your mind, still affecting you with how he belittled you as a hero. Sure, you couldn't save millions but you saved hundreds, even if you were on brim of your quirk affecting your mental state, you would still save thousands.

And it pains you that he doesn't even notice how your quirk affects your mental being.

It takes immense focus for you to portray what you needed, and it requires you to be sharp and quick with your mind. Yet, overusing it alters the reality you wanted. Your mind playing a sick game to your overall being, stuck in the darkest part of your mind, leading you the same night that started it all.

But he still wouldn't save you.

Bakugo had his vermilion eyes on the road, as the others discussed on the upcoming mission. He didn't even bother to pay interest on where they were going, more focused on fighting with the villain and finishing the job.

Maybe it was the hundredth time today where he thought about you.

He looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mind leads him to remember your smile and your features he loved to gaze his eyes on. Now, villains and explosions were the only things that clouded his vision or sometimes the sight of his companions, which didn't really help him.

Then the vehicle comes to a stop, his eyes landing on a store. Seen through the glass was a beautiful dress, painted in her favorite color, with the perfect length and dainty design. He smiles to himself, visualizing how stunning she'd look wearing it, especially seeing her skin looking so bright and healthy under the winter atmosphere.

She'd love that. He says to himself, feeling bittersweet that he wanted to buy it, but who would even wear it? He can't just give it to her without having a conversation. Even if it's been nearly a year, how can he prepare for something he avoided?

He steps out of the vehicle, feeling exhausted thinking about her. He hears his companions talk about splitting up so each hero wouldn't be suspected, he agrees with them, not even bothering to give them a snarky comment. He was too occupied with the thought of you in that splendid dress.

He wonders around the city, hands to his pockets. Especially in his hero costume, he received so many stares from the people. He'd either glare back at them or ignore them completely, but this time he just let them stare for as long as they liked. The only pair of eyes he wanted to land on him was yours, your ever stunning ones.

He remembers the moments where the sun beamed perfectly on your eyes, depicting the color with such grace and beauty. He remembers every memory where your eyes were gateways to your emotions, filled with such genuine and love. It even helped him at times where words weren't needed to express the way he felt. He loved how you managed to read him so easily, like a book she's memorized every page of. Even the slightest change in his tone, you were able to pick it up and soon interrogate him if he was okay.

He watches a couple who had boxes in their hands with smiles evident in their eyes and lips. He watches as the man gestures to help the girl but she declines walking ahead of him, he follows behind the girl making sure the boxes wouldn't fall.

"Katsuki stop!" She shouts with a giggle, he ignores her completely, pushing her slightly to make the boxes fall. She completely looses balance as the boxs fall on the floor. She gasps as she runs to punish the blonde as he quickly puts down the boxes as he runs away from her. You can hear her screaming profanities at the man as the couple runs around outside their house.

Bakugo hides from her, eyeing her from his secret spot. He takes the opportunity when he sees her completely confused he was gone, so he takes you by surprise by slinging you over his shoulders, chuckling at how she threw mild punches at his back.

"Babe! How are we gonna finish moving in our stuff!" She says with a laugh, still trying to beg for him to put her down. He spins around making her laugh even more as he sets her on the ground. The sun beams down on them, her eyes glowing so beautifully under the golden light. His hand reaches her cheeks, squishing it lightly as he smiles at her expression.

"Who said we even needed to finish it today? C'mon. We have the house all to ourselves." Katsuki says, as you sighed giving into him. He smirks to himself as he lifted you off the ground once again, swinging you over his shoulders too easily.

"Baby!"

His eyes wander elsewhere, feeling his chest tightening once again at the memories that resurface upon him.

After a long fight with a villain who kept scarring you with their weapon, your mind was completely going to collapse at any minute. You've been creating bullets and barriers for so long you didn't notice how other objects that you didn't need were suddenly made, dropping behind you. You can feel the throbbing pain of your head as you limped to the town. Random objects still were popping up every minute and it annoyed you how your quirk was out of your grasp.

(TW! Hallucination/Panic attack)

You simply wanted water and some first aid kit to make sure you make it to your agency but when you imagined the bottle of water, you immediately acted like it was created but it wasn't. All the things that you thought you made weren't there and you felt your eyes feel droopy as you let your hand hold onto the wall for support. It was starting to alter your reality, making it worse for you to think straight while your thoughts were all tied in loops from overusing it. Your vision blurring at the sight of people who were walking by.

Your mind was growing more and more explosive as you felt pain surround your head. You let out a scream as you felt every part of your head ache as unnecessary objects were still appearing beside you. This scream alerts the people but they chose not to gather around you, unsure what was happening. They were all muttering questions but this only added to the problem as you started panting, harshly closing your eyes trying to avoid any eye contact from them. You heard a loud shout before your mind completely goes blank, feeling like you were shot. It happened all too fast as you fall to your knees, mind empty and damaged, your system completely failing to support you as a person was seen pushing through the sea of people.

Then, their eyes met.

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fullmetalscullyy · 6 years ago

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I like to start things off with compliments so here you go: your writing is fantastic! If you're still taking prompts could you do a royai oneshot where after the promised day, Riza and Roy are married but Riza refuses to have kids with him because she thinks they'd both be terrible parents because of all they did in ishval but then she sees how great Roy is with Elicia or Elysia (however you spell it is fine) and decides she does want to try having kids with him after all?

jskhfnjakdsf you praise me too much oh my gosh uwu thank you so much

this was a faaab prompt so thanks for that! i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it uwu

“Thank you for agreeing to look after Elicia today,” Graciasmiled, handing the overnight bag, containing all they needed to look after thenine-year-old, to Must – Roy. Even after all this time, old habits die hard.

“Not a problem, Gracia,” Roy replied with a kind smile. “We’realways happy to spend time with our niece.” The edges of his eyes crinkled as hegrinned at the child, who was running over to them, a massive smile one her ownface. It rivalled the happiness in Roy’s.

“Uncle Roy!” she screeched, launching herself into Roy’sarms. Riza readied herself to catch him, should he fall, but he steadiedhimself easily.

Elicia loved Roy, and vice versa. When together, apparently theywere inseparable, according to Gracia. This was the first time, however, that Rizawould be spending time with both of them. Riza had never seen Roy properly interactwith Elicia before, never mind look after her for a whole day. He may be theyoungest General in the Amestrian military, but he was still hopeless. It was awonder he got himself through the day by himself, never mind while lookingafter a child.

At least Roy had her to help him now. In the pocket of herjacket, Riza’s thumb moved to brush against her left ring finger, the gold bandcool to the touch.

“Ready to go?” Roy asked his “niece”, who noddedenthusiastically in his arms. Roy chuckled. “Let’s go, princess.”

Elicia latched onto his hand immediately after biddingfarewell to her mother, then did something that surprised Riza. She held outher hand, looking at Riza expectantly, so she was holding both their hands asthey walked. Riza blinked, ignoring the knowing and growing smirk on Roy’sface, then apprehensively took the child’s hand. It was warm as it gripped herstightly, Elicia’s grip iron clad as she alternated swinging Riza and Roy’s armsas they walked, a bright smile on her face.

They opted to drive to the park, the walk being a little toolong for Elicia to handle at her age. It was fine in length for the adults, butthey wanted Elicia to play there, not sit on a bench in the sunshine, exhaustedfrom her walk.

“Arms up,” Roy commanded and Elicia obeyed without question,obviously used to her Uncle Roy fastening her seatbelt. “All good?” he askedonce clipping the belt in place.

“All good,” Elicia replied happily.

“Excellent. Onwards!”

“Yay!”

Riza didn’t try to hide her amusement as she watched Royinteract with Elicia.

They had discussed having their own kids, but Riza haddecided against it. They had done too much in their lives so didn’t feel likethey deserved to be happy. Their marriage was a happy coincidence. For tax reasonsit was an ideal situation, and the public would need a Fuhrer who was married andhad a stable relationship. It was a marriage of convenience at heart, howeverthey did love each other, and had done for years, so not a complete loss on boththeir parts.

Roy was happy and agreed with her decision, stating he wassimply happy to be able to express his love for her openly, but Riza knew he longed for a child of his own.Even after spending five minutes in the company of him and Elicia, Riza knewthis was something he wanted to experience with a child of his own. There wasno doubt about it.

“Uncle Roy!” Elicia cried in delight as she ran around thegrass. “No!”

Roy laughed as Riza watched them from the bench she was saton, marvelling at how happy Roy looked as he chased Elicia with a “spider” hiddenwithin his clasped hands.

“It’s going to get you!” he teased, reaching his hands outcloser towards his niece. She shrieked and altered her course, opting to sprinttowards Riza instead. Upon realising what was happening, Riza’s eyes widenedslightly in surprise as the child came careening towards her.

“Auntie Riza!” Elicia cried, laughing as she and Roy rantowards her, the latter with the goofiest grin on his face.

Riza wasn’t entirely comfortable with that title, she barelyknew Elicia – they hadn’t spent much time together at all over the years – but acceptedthe warm welcome into her life nonetheless. As Elicia said, “you’re Uncle Roy’swife now, so that makes you my Auntie Riza!”.

She also didn’t expect to see Roy so happy. He was so differentwith Elicia than he was on a day-to-day basis. Oh, he was happy now that they weremarried and the homunculi and Bradley were finished, but it was only with the Hughes’daughter that he looked so carefree.

It reminded her of the teenager she once knew before war andthis country had corrupted him.

Elicia leapt into Riza’s surprised arms. “You won’t hurt her!”Elicia smiled triumphantly.

“Oh yeah?” Roy asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Yeah!” Elicia replied, although there was doubt in hervoice. “You love Auntie Riza, so you won’t scare her by putting a spider in herhair!”

Elicia’s child logic was so innocent that Riza stopped,readjusting the grip on the child as she wriggled out of her arms to stand onthe bench beside her.

Roy sighed dramatically. “I suppose you’re right. You winthis round, Elicia,” he added, his tone disappointed. Elicia giggled and hoppeddown, racing away once more in case her uncle decided to pull that stunt again.

“You okay?” Roy asked, pausing and turning around to facehis wife with that smile she loved. It was the one where he looked at her withsuch love and wonder, leaving Riza to question every time what she did in thislife to end up with someone like him to love her. She certainly didn’t deserveit after the life she had lived.

“Yeah.” Riza coughed to clear her throat. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Roy paused, turning to completely face her. He grasped herleft hand gently, his thumb and forefinger running across her wedding ring, andsmiled. “Good.” He bent down, kissing her lips softly.

“Uncle Roy!” Elicia wailed, ready for his attention to be turnedback to her. He chuckled against her lips, a smile spreading across his face.Riza got an up close and personal look at it as he pulled away a fraction, justenough so he could look in her eyes.

“I think Elicia is demanding your attention,” Riza murmured.

“I think so too,” he agreed, laughing as the child shouted forhim again. “Duty calls!” With a quick peck on her cheek, Roy turned and joggedover to her.

After dinner Elicia was out like a light. Their day had obviouslybeen an exciting and tiring one, evident in the way her head kept droppingcloser and closer to the top of the table, almost landing in her plate of food.

“She’s completely out,” Roy whispered as he sat next to Rizaon their couch. His thigh was pressed against hers and she revelled in thewarmth he provided, leaning subconsciously into him. The book she was readingwas more of a prop at this point, her mind too distracted to focus on any ofthe words the pages offered up to her. Today had given her a lot to think aboutand as Roy put Elicia down for the night, Riza had focussed on those thoughtsinstead of losing herself in the novel. Riza placed it down on the arm of thecouch, giving up reading all together.

“I understand why,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “I’mexhausted.” Roy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her upper arm ashe chuckled. “I don’t know how you did it all day.”

“For that kid I would do anything,” he replied. “Even if itmeant propping my eye lids open with tooth picks to stay awake and entertainher.”

Riza smiled to herself, a warm feeling pooling in her gut.It made her ruminations of the evening solidify in her mind, however she neededto discuss it with him first.

“Dramatic, but a fair assessment. That much was clear aftertoday.” Silence reigned after Roy laughed at her comment. “How do you do it?”Riza asked quietly.

“It’s easy,” he replied. “Once you get more experience at it–”

Riza shook her head. He had misunderstood. “No, how do youdo it, be so happy with her all the time?”

Roy finally understood and he sighed. The air in the roomappeared to have turned colder, thanks to Riza. Gone was the warmth from the pleasantday they had just spent together. In its place was the reminder of their pastwhich always loomed over them.

“It’s simple. Elicia doesn’t need to be touched by the darknesswe hold within us.” The hand on her arm rose to her shoulder, giving it a quicksqueeze. “We promised we would rise to the top to protect the next generation,so that they would never have to go through what we did. That’s why I can be sohappy with her, because I know I fought tooth and nail – and almost lost everythingin the process – and succeeded. Elicia may not have her father, but she’sgrowing up in a world where she can be truly happy and doesn’t need to worryabout a growing conflict in the east, or a southern border war. All that isbehind us now.”

Riza was silent as she processed his words. He was right andthat was the reason why they hadsacrificed themselves, to protect the likes of Ed, Al, and Elicia.

“What have you been thinking about?”

He knew her too well.

“I was thinking about us… and our family.”

“Riza, we talked about this,” he reminded her gently.

Se nodded. “We did., but after seeing you today, I know how much you wished that was ourchild.”

“It’s not –”

“Please, let me finish?” she asked, desperate, turning her gazetowards him.

“Of course.”

Riza stared at the hands clasped in her lap. One of Roy’s handsfound its way in, covering both of hers. “Before, when we discussed it, I thoughtwe didn’t deserve to have kids, and, in a way, I still don’t think we do. Butthen I look at Hughes.” She felt Roy stiffen beside her. “He did the same asus, murdered the same as us, yet he got to go home from the war and have a family.He found happiness.” Her hands tightened their grip on each other. “Is itselfish for me to say I wish we had too?”

Roy also tightened the grip on her hands. “Never. We justchose a different path. We made it to the top instead. There… There were timeswhen I wished it was different. It comes in moments – every day, in fact – but wedid what we did, we chose our path in Ishval, and now we pay the price.

“You and I are different people than Hughes. We chose dutyover family because of who we are as people. Can I be honest?” he asked,bringing his hand up to her chin and turning it to face him.

“Always.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else by my side throughoutthis journey.”

Riza’s hand brushed along his jaw, angling it so she coulddraw him close to kiss his lips.

“It’s selfish of me to say, I know that, because I wouldn’t havewished any of this on you. However,if we started stretching like that, we could just go to blaming it on ourparents for giving birth to us in the first place.”

Riza laughed quietly to herself, her sadness seeping out ofher slowly.

“Yes, I would like a family,” Roy began slowly and Riza felther chest tighten involuntarily in fear. “However, for the longest time myfamily has been you, even if we weren’tallowed to show it. If I’m with you then I’m happy. If you don’t want kids, that’sfine.” His smile was so full of love for her. “I already feel like the lot I endedup with was far more than I deserved.”

“Uncle Roy?” Elicia asked quietly from the doorway. One ofher eyes was covered by her fist as she rubbed it tiredly.

“Yes, princess?” he asked, turning in his chair to facebehind him, the conversation between them ended for the moment.

“I had a scary dream,” she mumbled, breath hitching.

“Come here, Elicia.”

She ran over as soon as the words were out of his mouth andclambered into his open arms. Roy sighed and rubbed circles on her back, whisperingin her ear that everything would be all right.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Elicia shook her headvehemently. “Okay, don’t worry. You don’t need to.”

He was a natural born father.

“What…” Riza trailed off, picking her next words carefully. “Whatwould you say if I changed my mind?” Riza whispered, leaning towards him so Roycould hear her.

His head craned around slowly to look at her, holding hisbreath as his lips parted in surprise and anticipation. Riza’s gaze flickeddown to Elicia – and how he comforted her with his hug – before returning toRoy’s, giving him a small nod, telling him that yes, today might have justswayed her towards adding a new member to their family.

With him.

It would be terrifying, but Roy had been with her throughthe majority of all the terrifying aspects of her life. He would help her throughthis as well. After today, Riza could see he was a natural at being a father,like he was born to fill the role.

It would take some time to figure it out, but perhaps now shecould do that.

Roy leaned in, kissing her softly, giving her his answer.

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