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I had a great personal achievement this morning. I completed my first draft of my first longfic "Oh My Dear"! It's going to be a while still before it's published. There's lots of editing to do. Currently it sits at twenty-seven chapters!
But to celebrate, here's an extra long snippet under the cut!!
Also if you haven't read it, here is the prequel "I'll Keep You Safe" (SFW Version)
And here is the song that inspired the series!
A Hotel Room on the Ishbalan Border, May 1909
His hands are gentle as he cleans the wounds, bandaging them with efficiency. He kisses the nape of her neck.
āIām so sorry,ā he murmurs.
āDonāt.ā
She begs him not to apologize, just as she had to beg him for the burns in the first place.Ā
āOkay. Okay.ā
He helps her lower herself onto her side on the hotel bed, and he stretches out next to her, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.
āSo how is this going to work?ā Riza whispers.
He sighs.
āWell, Iām being promoted,ā he says. āWar hero status and all that.ā
His smile is bitter and doesnāt reach his eyes.
āCongratulations.ā
Her tone is flat. She knows the rank means nothing to him anymore.
āAs a lieutenant colonel, Iāll be able to build a team of my own, to request officers I want to work under me.ā
She nods, biting her lower lip.
āThey told me Iāll be graduating with honorsāpromoted immediately to lieutenant, second class.ā
His eyebrows raise.
āThatās unexpected.ā
She nods.
āItās still not enough of a jump in rank. If I stay in the militaryā¦ā
āThen donāt,ā he says. āJust quit and be my wife.ā
She shakes her head.
āYouāre going to be climbing the ranks, working in politics. You want me to be a military wife? To go to charity events, socials? Organize a garden club? Thatās not me, and you know it.ā
After the crimes sheās committed, she has to try to do more to make up for them, to be more.Ā
āThen be a different kind of military wife. Just be with me.ā
āI owe two years of service, no matter what. Even if I quit after that, what do we do for those two years?ā
He sighs.
āI can have the records buried,ā he says quietly. āHughes can helpātheyāre putting him in Investigations. Itās just a local courthouse. Since you lied on your application, nobody has to know the truth. There wonāt be any official record of divorce, weāll justāā
āDivorce?ā
She tries to sit up, but her back aches, and she hisses in pain.
āEasy,ā he grumbles, placing a hand on her shoulder until she settles.Ā
āI donāt want to be divorced,ā she murmurs, and he closes his eyes.
āOf course you do,ā he says bitterly. āAfter what Iāve done out here? How could you not want to be rid of me?ā
āAs though Iām any better?ā she shoots back.
They stare at each other for a long moment, tense. Finally, she breaks the silence.
āNo matter what, the records have to be buried,ā she says. āOtherwise, Iāll be court-martialed for lying on the academy application, and that will reflect negatively on you.ā
He nods, and Riza continues.
āBut does that have to mean a divorce?ā
āIt means we were never actually married,ā he says, shrugging. āNot on paper.ā
āIs that how you feel, though? Like it never happened?ā she whispers.
āYou know it isnāt.ā
Roy traces her cheekbone with his thumb, and she leans into his touch.
āWhat else can we do, though?ā
āIām sorry I got us into this mess,ā she mutters. āI justāā
āItās not like I gave you much choice,ā he soothes. āTo just stop writing like that. It wasnāt fair to you. I donāt blame you for trying to find me. Iād have done the same thing.ā
After their marriage, she moved to Central with him and stayed with Christmas while Roy earned his State Alchemistās license and went off to war, filled with youthful idealism about protecting his country and the people he loved.
Heād been quickly disillusioned on the battlefield. At first, he wrote to her, but sheād been able to tell almost at once the letters were full of liesāfalse optimism and stupid stories about the other soldiers in his unit.Ā
When the letters stopped altogether, sheād been desperate. His name didnāt appear on casualty lists. Nobody at Central Headquarters had cared about the complaints of one lonely young wife in the midst of a war, and all her requests for information were ignored.
Christmas had helped her with a fake identification card, and sheād enrolled in Central Military Academy under the name āRiza Hawkeyeā, though her legal name was āElizabeth Mustangā. A soldierās wife would never have been allowed to enlist, and sheād been unable to think of any other way to find him. Sheād waited long enough.
āSo you serve out your two years,ā he says. āAnd maybe after thatā¦ā
āI donāt want to be separated for two years.ā
Theyāre not okay, either one of them. Sheās not sure how theyāll survive the aftermath of this war if theyāre forced to be apart. His new ambitions are the only thing that keep them both breathing, the only thing they can work towards to try to outrun their sins.
āWe donāt even know where youāll be stationed,ā he says grimly. āIāll be in East City, but they havenāt told you, right?ā
She shakes her head, then narrows her eyes.
āYou said youāll get to build your own team?āĀ
He nods.
āWhat if you put me on it?ā
āWhy on earth would I do that?ā
āBecause that would ensure I end up in East City.ā
āYeah, but we still couldnāt be together. Itās worse if youāre my subordinate.ā
āI could help you, though,ā she says quietly. āIf I were part of your team, I could work with you. I could be your bodyguard, even, your adjutant. We work well together, Roy. We always have.ā
āHoney, Iām not going to deny youād be brilliant,ā he says. āBut I donāt see how that helps us if you donāt want to be divorced.ā
She frowns, biting at her lower lip.
āWe could keep it a secret,ā she says quietly.Ā
He takes in a quick breath.
āThatāsā¦a very bad idea.ā
āI know.ā
āIf we were found out, both our careers would be ruined. We could go to prison for that, Riza.ā
āI know.ā
āWeād have to be so careful. We couldnāt live together. Weād have to beā¦ it would be so hard to be around you in an office all day, every day and know that youāre my wife, but youāreā¦ not?ā
āOnly I would still be your wife. I am your wife. We promised forever, Roy.ā
āI know that,ā he says. āI meant it.ā
āSo did I.ā
āSo whatā¦ we stay married but not married? And we work together, but we donāt actually get to be together? How does thatāā
āWe can be together,ā she says. āWe just have to be careful about it.ā
A ghost of a smile crosses his face.
āYouāre saying weād just have toā¦ sneak around? Like having an affair but with each other?ā
She nods.
āChris would help us. We could meet at the bar on weekends off.ā
āWeāll work together as superior and subordinate all week, then be together as man and wife all weekend?ā
āI mean, probably not every weekend.ā
āI love it,ā he says with a chuckle. āItās a terrible idea, but I love it. And I love you.ā
***This is Ch. 1 of the prequel to "The Grumman Girls", the modern AU Gilmore Girls crossover that nobody asked for! My beloved collaboration project with @hawkeyes-darling who was the Beta reader for this story! You are the best partner, thank you for cooking this idea up with me!! Also thanks to @starwritingbri for the song suggestion that supplied the title- it's perfect, as your song suggestions always are!***
Cadet Major Roy Mustang smirks as he watches his squad move through their drill formation. They look good, and at this rate heās likely to gain the promotion heās been angling for before graduationāCadet Colonel and a recommendation from the commandant himself before entering the United States Marines.
The only thing currently standing in the way of that goal is the five and a half foot girl currently bent double on the grass with her hands on her knees, puking her guts out.
He hates having middle-of-the-year new cadets assigned to his squad, but it canāt be helped. This one in particular is struggling, though.
He spares a thought to wonder which ākindā she is, but the answer seems obvious. Sheās not here for a potential military career like Roy. Sheās the ākindā thatās been sent by her parents in the hopes that military school will āteach them a lesson.ā
In most cases, at least as far as heās seen, it probably will. They turn themselves around and are home by the next semester. For a few, the lifestyle sinks in. For fewer still, things get worse when theyāre introduced to the structure of military academy life. Usually, by now, Roy can spot those a mile away.
Heās been here since the seventh grade, and heās seen a lot come and go.
āSomebody get Grummanās canteen,ā he calls. She finishes coughing and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
āIām fine,ā she grunts. āJustā¦overheated.ā
Itās barely sixty degrees outside, and Roy frowns at her, crossing his arms. He swears he can smell alcohol on her breath, which isnāt impossible since she only arrived yesterday.
āPlease,ā grunts another boy, shaking his long black ponytail over his shoulder as he hands over the new recruitās canteen. āSpare us the poor pathetic me routine. Christ.ā
āKimblee,ā Roy barks in reprimand. The junior-ranking Cadet rolls his eyes but falls back in line without another word. Itās not the first time Royās heard him make a disparaging remark towards this new girl, and heās certain it wonāt be the last.
Presenting the completely unhinged AU idea that absolutely nobody asked for!
By Hawkeyes-darling and @lynyangell , this series will throw the characters we all know and love from FullMetal Alchemist into the wacky world of the Gilmore Girls!
Love FMA but never seen Gilmore Girls? No worries! Weāll be telling the entire story from start to finish, with our own brand new twists on all the characters and storylines!
Love Gilmore Girls but new to FMA? Then come enjoy the storyline and setting you already know with a whole new cast of characters and some fun surprises!
Listen here for a
fun series intro
and take a peak under the cut for a few little snippets of what weāve been cooking up!
Coming soon to an archive near you!
āCoffee please," she says.
Jean looks at her as he pours another customer's cup, arching a blonde eyebrow. "How many cups have you had today?"
Riza bites her lower lip and tries to look nonchalant.
"Just one."
If she said none, he'd never believe it. Her caffeine addiction runs deep, and nobody knows it better than the purveyor of the best coffee in the tri-county area.
Jean leans over the counter, propping himself up with his free arm, his other carefully setting down the coffee pot. He holds the handle away from Riza as if heās guarding it.
"Plus?" he drawls, looking at Riza with an expression of disbelief, seeing through her charade
She winces.
"Two. But yours is better."
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Winry opens the door with a small smile on her lips. Her cheeks are pink from the cold outside air.
She takes her usual seat at the table, depositing her bag to the side.
"Hey, it's freezing!"
"Hmm, what do you need? Hot tea? Coffee?" Riza asks.
"Lip gloss." Winry states as she pops her chapped lips, hating the feel of them.
Riza laughs and reaches for her purse, withdrawing a tube of carmex.
"All yours. I have a spare."
Winry sighs, taking it from her mom, and popping the cap and applying it.
Her brows knit together as she looks at Riza.
"Hey, I lost my Kelly Clarkson CD, have you seen it? And I need caffeine,ā she pouts.
Riza grimaces.
"You're crabby," she observes, surveying the frown on her usually bubbly daughter's face. She sighs and withdraws said CD from her own purse.
"Sorry," she says sheepishly. "I'm almost out of data on my phone plan, and you know I can't drive without my Spotify...or a good CD."
Winry nods and takes the CD back from Riza, shoving it in her backpack. Her slight smile returns to her face, yet her brows stay furrowed.
For a moment her facial expression is entirely too reminiscent of her father, down to how her fake smile turns into a pout.
"Yeah, sorry, the cold always gets me down. Coffee will help!" Her pouty expression shifts into a beg, her bluish-grey eyes sparkling. "Will you get me some please?" she asks, elongating the vowel in the word.
Winry was almost as addicted to caffeine as her mother.
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Roy Mustang sighs deeply and drags a hand through his dusty hair. He takes the final swig from a paper cup of dishwater coffee then taps on the iPad before him, fixing a cheerful smile on his face as it begins to chime.
The call connects, but the image is grainy, and he squints at the screen.
"Hello?"
The image bounces, and he realizes that the screen is pointed up towards the ceiling as the person on the other end of the line walks. He can see part of her forehead and a wisp of blonde hair.
"Hello?" He can't quite keep the irritation from his voice.
The image freezes, and he hears a couple of dull thumps, then her muffled voice.
"Here," she says. "It's your Dad."
There's another muffled shuffling sound, then his daughter's brightly smiling face comes into focus.
"Hi, Daddy!"
"Hey, Winnie!"
Royās smile is genuine now. He's a little disappointed by Rizaās reaction to his call. She hadn't wanted him to volunteer for this assignmentāshe never doesābut it's unlike her to refuse to even speak with him when he's away on deployment.
"How are you?"
She leans forward so her face fills the screen, and his smile grows wider still at the sight.
"I'm good! But Daddy, guess what?" Winry smiles, and he can hear the slight tapping sound that means she's drumming her fingernails against the side of the screen.
Roy smirks as he watches her fidget. They're a lot alike.
"You...dyed your hair blue? No, wait. I can see it, still blonde. Um...oh." He chuckles. "Did you get asked out by a boy?"
Winry rolls her eyes dramatically and makes a playful gagging sound at the idea of it being about a boy.
"No, Dad!"
āA girl then?ā
āDad,ā she groans, playfully drawing out the word. "I got into Amestris Prep! How exciting is that?!"
AHHHHH!!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!!! Thank you so much to my wonder partner @klainelynch who voiced chapter 1 of this mini fic! Also thank you so much to @lynyangell and @rene-of-the-blackouts for orchestrating this awesome collaboration!Ā
Keep a look out for future updates on this fic!
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang
Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Rebecca Catalina, Vanessa Mustang, Izumi Curtis
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Romeo and Juliet References, istg these star crossed lovers will be the death of me, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes
Summary:
Riza's senior year is going amazing. She's the president of the drama club and the stage manager of the fall show, Romeo and Juliet. It was perfect, until Roy Mustang walked into her life, and the audition room.
Roy and Riza fall in love through a production of Romeo and Juliet.
Time and time again, Bido had wondered how heād die. He wasnāt naĆÆve, he had never believed heād live an exceptionally long life and die peacefully in his sleep. He had tried to avoid danger, had been careful enough to not get involved in any fights, always snuck away before anything could turn violent. When these people had taken him, he had been sure that this would be it. And then, when they hadnāt killed him, part of him had wished they had.
That time had been worse than death. And yetā¦ He hadnāt wanted to die. Even now, he still wanted to live.
But he wasnāt fast enough, he wasnāt strong enough. And he was alone.
This was it then. Just so soon after regaining his freedom. Closing his eyes, he waited for the shot to happen.
It never came.
Instead, there was the sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream and the thud of something metallic hitting the ground.
āYāknow, I donāt appreciate others damaging whatās mine.ā
by Lina
@writerofallthingsfandom & @pennbzh
@peapodsinspace & @shuboxx
@dont-open-dead-inside-net & unrevealed:)
Professor Elric was a legend. A terrifying legend. Rumours about him ranged from mildly surprising to utterly preposterous, yet they all agreed on one thing: Edward Elric was undefeated, unafraid of anything and anyone.
That was before he encounters his worst enemy. Milk.
"Professor Elric vs. Milk"
Carter & @fandommenagerie
@d1ssolv3dt0by & unrevealed :)
@lynyangell & @awesomedurraworld
āTake care of my daughter, Roy.ā
The array on her back. Sheās alone and destitute. And Sensei intended for me to have his notesā¦He thought Iād marry her. He meant for me to marry her. Is that what sheās expecting?
Heās sitting way too close to her. He can smell the earthy, piney scent of her shampoo, and itās damn appealing. Sheās eighteen. He couldā¦
But thatās crazy. What sort of life would that set them up for? A marriage of convenience and obligation? A marriage without love for the sake of alchemy?
He wants flame alchemy. Badly. It will change the entire course of his life if he gets his hands on it. Heād endure a loveless marriage if thatās what it took.
But the idea of sentencing her to such a fate makes him feel vaguely sick. Thatās exactly the opposite of protecting her.
Then again, what other options does she have with the array on her back? If he doesnāt marry herā¦.
āDo you want to get married?ā he blurts before he can think the words through. He draws away from her, feeling a flush rise on his cheeks.
She stares back at him, seemingly stunned as she takes in a quick breath of air.
āI meanā¦only if you do,ā she says quietly.
Roy blinks.
The flush creeps up his collar, and he swallows hard.
āIām sure itās what my father intended,ā Riza murmurs. āBut I wasnāt going to approach the subject unless you did.ā
"I'll Keep You Safe"
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Stay tuned for the full works, the majority of which will be posted on February 20āØļø
**Thank you @hawkeyes-darling for Beta reading and @starwritingbri for recommending the song that inspired the fic!**
Sunlight streams in through a gap in the curtain, and Roy grunts as it hits his face, rolling over.Ā
Only he canāt roll over, because something is in the way.
A very lovely someĀ one.
Riza.
He blinks, and the image of herālying in bed beside him with her hair fanning out behind her, her lips parted in sleep, her pale shoulders bareāshe doesnāt disappear.Ā
Heās terrified heāll wake up unable to breathe, and sheāll be gone. Heāll wake up, and sheāll be lying in his arms again, spattered in her own warm blood. Heāll wake upā¦But heĀ isĀ awake.
He blinks again, sheās still there, and he grins.
We have a winner for the February Royai Prompt Game! Please re-blog this to spread the word!
The prompt is:
Roy and Havoc at the gym watching from a distance while Riza's working out.....
Havoc: I'm kind of having a moment right now.
Roy: Huh?
Havoc: Riza is hot
Roy: Oh....well...yes.....Oh...OH. Oh shit, I think you're right and I'm in love with her.
Havoc: Yes.....and?
~~Submitted by Yours Truly!
Anyone and everyone is welcome to play and you can submit any kind of work you like! It does not have to be this word-for-word, this is just a prompt to get you thinking!
Post your work when it's ready with #February Royai Prompt Game ! Late submissions are allowed, there's no rules, it's just for fun! Please credit the person who came up with the prompt when you post.
Some friends and I have been yapping, and we decided to start keeping a collection of random Royai prompts and do something fun. So every month, I'll be posting a Top10 (or so) of Royai prompts that have floated my way and asking the Tumblr community to vote for their favorite! Then, whoever wants to play will write a fic/draw art/do what they do to fill the prompt each month. Lets flood the internet with more Royai! Cuz it's fun!
Here are the prompts collected for this month!
Roy would sing āDancing Through Lifeā and do the choreography in the office.~~Goddessapphrodite_
Post-canon Riza wrestling with complicated feelings over how the Elricsā alchemy obsessed father truly loved them and tried to sacrifice himself for them and that sheāll never get that love or closure. Being happy for the boys, but living with their own devastation renewed.~~Starwritingbri
āYou wonāt lose me,ā he says, voice dimmed by the rain. āAs long as you want me, Iām here.ā~~GennyCat13
Riza bites her lip and it drives Roy crazy.~~GennyCat13
Lock ān loaf. ~~Theblueeyedfirebender
The first line: āWe really need to stop meeting like this.ā~~goddessaphrodite_
Roy and Havoc at the gym watching from a distance while Riza's working out.....
Havoc: I'm kind of having a moment right now.
Roy: Huh?
Havoc: Riza is hot
Roy: Oh....well...yes.....Oh...OH. Oh shit, I think you're right and I'm in love with her.
Havoc: Yes.....and?
~~Lynyangell
8. Riza asks Roy to help spot her at the gym, and Havoc thinks āOh my god theyāre both hot.ā~~Starwritingbri
9. Spiderman AU!~~ShuBoxx_
10. Pick your favorite Taylor Swift song and write it as Royai~~ basically everyone but shoutout to kelly, the resident Royai-Swiftie-in-Chief
Which prompt would you like to see Royai fans have fun with in February??
#1 Prompt given by goddessaphrodite_
#2 Prompt given by Starwritingbri
#3 Prompt given by GennyCat13
#4 Prompt given by GennyCat13
#5 Prompt given by Theblueeyedfirebender
#6 Prompt given by goddessapphrodite_
#7 Prompt given by Lynyangell
#8 Prompt given by Starwritingbri
#9 Prompt given by Shuboxx_
#10 Prompt given by basically everyone everywhere but shoutout to kelly
Voting ended onFeb 2, 2025
Once the results are in, I'll post the chosen prompt and anyone who wants to play can post their creations with the tag: #February Royai Prompt Game!
One shot for each Ishbalan life I took. One bullet for each notch in my belt, each confirmed kill, each soul that was sacrificed in order that I might beā¦.what? What have I become?
I wear the double-stars of a Sergeant on my epaulettes when in uniform. Impressive, Iām told, for a soldier my age, who has only just come out of the academy.Ā
Apparently, I could have my pick of any duty station. All I have to do is ask.
I wish I could ask for the last eighteen months of my life back. I wish I could ask them to turn back time. I wish I could ask them what the hell happened out there.
Why did we turn our guns on innocent citizens? Why did we spill their blood?
Shoot everything with red eyes that moves.
Those were my orders.
And I carried them out.
Apparently, Iām a very good little soldier.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This morning I finished the final rough draft of my "Stolen Moments" series.
I can't even decide how I feel about it. Bittersweet is such an understatement.
I actually **finished** it. Not sure I fully believed that would happen a lot of the time.
Fortunately, the journey is far from over! Only 13 of the "SM" stories are published so far, which means there are 17 to go! I'll be working with my awesome Betas getting those stories edited and posted for y'all as we're able to.
In other news, I've got a few different projects in the works. Most of y'all have probably seen me post about "Sir" my NSFW 30-prompt challenge. There's also an AU longfic "Oh My Dear". I've promised to do collab projects in the near future with @hawkeyes-darling and in the slightly more distant future with @starwritingbri!!
Then of course there's the co-creation event on the FMA Community Page, and I'm very psyched up for that!!
So, I'm finished, but I'm also far from finished.
I could do a bunch of acknowledgements here, but I'd be bound to forget someone because my head is just that full of mush right now, so I'll just say a blanket thank you. To everyone. If you've left a comment, left a kudo, liked a post, re-blogged....I couldn't have done it without you.
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