#you're my little girl || elicia hughes

[hughesxmaes]

TAGS 01

looking at you through the glass || visage

time sure does fly || past

time to tell you about me || headcanon

thoughts that he keeps thinking || musings

music that fits the mood || mp3

the golden boy || roy mustang

she's radiant as the sky || gracia hughes

you're my little girl || elicia hughes

the hawks eye || riza hawkeye

[limetameta]

Kimblee: Dr Morsels will ask you if you ever considered a different career path - you're obviously going to tell her yes - because nobody actually dreams of being a soldier. I wanted to be a world famous piano player when I was six. People change. That's normal and a part of the human experience. *waves his finger* How-ev-er! You still need to be able to sell that your dream job when you were six does in no way impact your will and desire to do your job properly now. Now let's hear your dream careers. Except for Mustang, we all know he wants to be Fuhrer one day when he grows up.

Fuery: I wanted to be a radio host show. :D

Kimblee: But?

Fuery: I managed to incorporate my love for radio with my telecommunication expertise and further help the military benefit from it. It was a great jumping off point that piqued my interest when I was a kid!

Kimblee: Excellent! Great job, Fuery.

Fuery: :D

Havoc: I almost wound up in the family business with our Havoc general store, but I wanted bigger things for myself and I liked the Military Academy. Lots of girls love a military man. I'm happy with where I am right now. Feel like I can do more good in the military than in a general store.

Kimblee: *proud thumbs up* Breda?

Breda: I joined for the money.

Kimblee, nodding: The most valid reason. She'll respect the honesty.

Armstrong: I joined because it's just what my family does.

Kimblee: This is not a good answer, Armstrong. She'll pick you apart and come to a realisation that the only reason why you're in the military is because you're scared of who you'd be without the status it brings you. Say something else. Okay, Hughes!

Hughes: My dad wanted me to be a lawyer, I didn't want to be a lawyer but I wanted a steady job with benefits so I became a soldier. Plus, to piggyback off of what Havoc said: girls love a military man! And I found my sweet Gracia this way! Then I show like ten photographs of Gracia and Elicia?

Kimblee: I love the photograph lead in, but keep it to four at most. Morsels doesn't care about our private lives and we can't overwhelm her with details. Mustang - wow us!

Mustang: *clears throat* Ahem, so, when I was but a wee little boy *a story that sounds so profound and heart wrenching it makes most of the military men cry*

Kimblee, one of the few people not driven to tears: Did you really lift this from a Dikins novel like we wouldn't be able to tell?

Mustang: You told me to make things up.

Kimblee: Not this much! Tone it down. *turns to Hawkeye* You're up next.

Hawkeye: I've actually been thinking the entire time what I wanted to be as a kid, or if I had any other career paths in front of me and...I didn't.

Kimblee: You didn't want to be an alchemist when you grew up? Or a hunter? Nothing your mom ever did inspired you?

Hawkeye: I just remember this memory from my childhood when I was six where I just wanted to go into the forest and not come out until I died. I realised my presence was just a burden for others and that I'd be better off gone.

Kimblee, blinking: I may need to spend a little more time coaching you. Riza, you can't say these things to a psychological evaluator. You'll be discharged. This is basically suicidal-ideation at age six. A preescholer shouldn't have the capacity for such thoughts. *looking at the only parent there* Right, Hughes?

Hughes: Elicia's two and she wants to be a pumpkin when she grows up! TT-TT Hawkeye, this is alarming!

Mustang: Lieutenant, I had no idea you felt like this?

Hawkeye, crossing her arms, frowning: It doesn't affect my ability to shoot people and do my job correctly. So it shouldn't affect anything. There's nothing to be concerned about.

Kimblee: I'd like to live in the world you live in, but unfortunately we live in a world where people like us need to be actors to get by. So, when she asks you about potential career paths - you tell her you wanted to be a -

Hawkeye: Writer.

Kimblee: Excellent. It fits you perfectly, you're withdrawn enough for it to sell and yet intelligent enough for someone to buy it.

Team Mustang: Can we unpack the bit about Hawkeye wanting to kill herself at age six, please?

Kimblee and Hawkeye: No.

Kimblee: We don't have enough time.

[limetameta]

At the Hughes household. Elicia is 2 years old. It's her birthday. The adults get to talking after Gracia puts the little menace down for her nap.

Maes: Sooo. Which one of you is next? Roy Boy, when's little Roy Jr coming into the world?

Riza, snorting: Who's to say that Colonel Mustang, serial womaniser, hasn't already made a series of children we simply don't know about?

Roy, choking on his spit: Ha! Don't be ridiculous, Lieutenant. Besides, Maes, you'll be the first to know if I get a child.

Maes: Which one would you want, boy or girl? You look like you'd really flourish with a boy. :)

Kimblee: How would he flourish? If anything we don't need Mustang to teach his son how to be a womaniser.

Roy: He'd be the best womaniser ever, if you must know.

Riza: What's your womaniser son's name, sir? Casanova Mustang? >:)

Kimblee: I, for one, will not feel safe knowing Casanova Mustang is out there, prowling the streets. If he's, also, taken after his father in his talent of converting all the ladies he's been with into lesbians? My chances of finding someone to settle down with are getting lower and lower.

Riza: >:D Olivier's power grows on the other hand.

Roy: For my own sake, I'll ignore everything you just said to me. Me and my hypothetical son will be the best father-son duo. If you think Maes is insufferable with his affectionate self, wait until you see how many photos of Roy Jr there will be! I'll commission a giant family portrait and put it over a fireplace.

Maes: No one thinks I'm insufferable with my love for my family...

Riza and Kimblee, dead silent. Looking away.

Maes: D:

Roy, clearing his throat: Moving on. Lieutenant, if you had a child which one would you want? Boy or girl?

Riza: I don't want children.

Kimblee: Neither do I, but this is just for pretend. Don't you like making things up?

Riza: Okay. Fine. You're right. I want 60 children, then. 30 boys and 30 girls.

Maes: Adopted???

Riza: *dead stare* What do you think?

Maes: I'm terrified to answer.

Riza: :)

Kimblee: Do you mean human children or do you mean dogs?

Riza: Dogs.

Maes: Human children, Riza.

Riza: I tried imagining myself with one and I immediately wandered off towards this 60 dogs scenario.

Kimblee: If I had a child would you be able to visualise me with a daughter better or with a son?

Maes, the only one actually going to entertain this hypothetical: Hmmm, I'm gonna go with daughter. Because I've seen you with Elicia and you wouldn't shy away from playing with dolls and letting her harass you with little hairstyles and painting your nails and -

Kimblee: Maybe I'll have a tomboy, don't just think in this direction. I'm rather open minded. If she wants to have short hair and be like Riza Hawkeye who am I to stand in her way? If anything maybe that's easier for me since I don't even know how to braid hair. There's a reason I only make ponytails.

Maes: Hmmmmmmm. 🤔 I don't know honestly. As long as she did all what was expected of her and didn't get too much in your business, you'd be pretty nice to her. You wouldn't be father of the year, but you'd probably put some effort into her schooling and overall well-being. Maybe you'd take her to the opera constantly and you could bond over that.

Roy, laughing: I'm just imagining Kimblee taking a baby to the opera. It's dead silent, too. Like a super well-behaved baby. But he has that pouch for it and and everything.

Kimblee: I like that my child is well-behaved at least. But no, that's cruel to take a baby to the opera. It's no place for babies.

Riza: I think he was just joking.

Kimblee: I should hope so. Otherwise I really worry for him.

Roy: What about if he has a son? *to Kimblee* Wouldn't you want one to carry on your name and to take hunting or exploding or whatever you like to do. You strike me as the type.

Kimblee: Really, Mustang? I don't suffer such complexes. Daughter or son, either way we're going dynamite fishing and they had better like it. It's a family tradition.

Maes: I can't wait until Elicia grows up a bit so I can teach her knife throwing. :D

Roy: Little Elicia?? You'd do that to the kid???

Kimblee: It's incredibly dangerous to be a woman in Amestris, Mustang. Maes and I are in investigations, you don't want to know the things we've seen. Any self defense is welcome.

Riza Hawkeye: What if your child wants to be an alchemist?

Kimblee, without missing a beat: I'm kicking them out. I'd rather die than suffer through that agony. And if they expect me to teach them alchemy? Oh that's never going to happen. Go find someone else so I don't need to look at you fail and make a mockery of the science. The most obnoxious people are new alchemists. The Armstrongs all have dysfunctional relationships with one another because they're a family of alchemists. It's insane. *a moment* Hm, that's actually a fair point, Riza. If my child doesn't agree fundamentally with my view of alchemy, I don’t think I would be able to let that go. Opinions differ and all, but not in something so important as alchemy. And if they want to be a State Alchemist to be a part of the military and not because of some scientific research but because they have aspirations similar at all to Wannabe Fuhrer here?? I'll murder my child and very happily go to prison for it. *another pause, especially when Kimblee notices how Maes is looking at him with horror* Yes, you know, perhaps I shouldn't have children. But if I did I think I might tolerate a daughter more. A son would think he would have to live up to all of my achievements and would compare us more. A daughter, hopefully, would find her own path.

Maes: If someone tries to date my daughter I'm gonna bury whoever it is.

Roy: She's two. Don't worry about this until she's 15.

Maes: 15?????? I THOUGHT GIRLS STARTED DATING AT 20? D:

Gracia: My first boyfriend was when I was 14.

Maes: DON’T TELL ME THESE THINGS!!! I'M GOING TO HAVE TO START HER ON THE KNIFE THROWING MUCH EARLIER!!!

Kimblee: This is rather sickening in my opinion. Your daughter isn't your property. She should have the freedom to be with whoever she wants and as her parents you shouldn't try to scare this partner away. It all seems so medieval.

Riza: What if your daughter brought home an alchemist?

Kimblee: I didn't know how much I would actively hate being in any relations with an alchemist until this conversation... I'd ultimately have to accept her decision, but would I be happier if she found some banker or a baker or maybe a professional chef with a nice and stable position that's also mentally much more stable? Yes, I would. Also I would welcome a son-in-law who could cook with open arms. There's no greater win in life than coming home and having food already prepared. I don't want the stress of food preparation on my children.

Roy: Alchemists can cook. You just don't want one because you think we're all unstable. And you don't think your daughter would be unstable?

Kimblee: With me as an influence? Definitely. But I hope if she tricks someone mentally sound into marrying her, they'll balance one another out. It worked out with my parents. My father's a phlegmatic personality while my mother couldn't be more choleric if she tried.

Maes: What I'm hearing here is that you think marrying a civilian is your only hope at happiness.

Kimblee: I'm not saying anything of the sort!

Maes: I can read between the lines! :D Now that I know civilians are on the table, I'll definitely find you a lady!

Kimblee: D: Maes, please. You're killing me.

Roy: Oh god imagine if any of our kids brings home an Ishvalan?

Maes, Riza: :( *dismay*

Kimblee: Why these sad faces? I would welcome my Ishvalan son-in-law with open arms if he can cook. Ishvalan cuisine is quite possibly one of the best cuisines in all of Amestris. They're world-renown for their food and their coffee. I can only be so lucky to have someone like that come into my family. Though how smart would that be from the Ishvalan's perspective is a wholly different manner. Nobody could possibly love my child enough to marry into my vicinity, given my turbulent history with Ishval. Though, I would be very polite. And I would never be the one to bring it up. As long as the food was good.

Gracia: Honestly, *all eyes on her* I think all I've learned from listening to you tonight is how much Solf's just hungry.

Kimblee: :/ I mean, I could eat.

Maes, horrified: WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY SO? WE HAVE SO MUCH LEFTOVER FOOD FROM THE PARTY!

Kimblee: It's rude to ask for food when you come over to someone's place.

Maes: NOT IF I LITERALLY TOLD YOU, YOU COULD D:

*flashback to the very beginning of the party*

Maes: WELCOME, WELCOME! Food's in the fridge, feel free to tell Gracia or me if you're hungry. There's way too much for the two of us to eat.

*flashback end*

Kimblee: Well, I certainly wasn't going to be the first one to ask for food like that. For all I knew that was just something people said to be polite hosts, but didn't really mean.

Riza: *nodding*

Roy: You're not children, you can just

Kimblee and Riza: Mustang/Sir, we're guests. If you want to be rude, you can be rude on your own time.

Maes and Gracia fix them up with some plates.