Currently, I only have works posted for FMA03 and FMAB/manga. I used to write some other fandoms about a million years ago, but currently my heart and soul is in the Royai world. I DO have an original novel in the works, but whether anything ever comes of it remains to be seen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
"OMD" is an AU series that will follow Royai from pre-canon through post-canon. It explores some very heavy themes of trauma through the lens that hope and recovery are always possible, no matter how dark things get 💕 This fic is my heart and soul! I love to yap about it. You can look for bi-weekly updates on Mondays!
My "main" mostly canon compliant Royai series is "Stolen Moments"! It is completed! There's 30 stories, taking place between the years 1897-1950 in the FMAB/Manga timeline, so pre-canon, peri-canon, and post-canon. I'm slowly working on podfic versions of this series, trying to post weekly!
"These Are Their Stories": my newest longfic is a modern Amestris AU based on Law & Order SVU! Roy and Riza are detectives, they start out in a complicated situationship, shit goes down, and they have to figure out what to do about it. Will explore TPE (total power exchange) dynamics, sex as a coping mechanism, and codependency in traumatic healing. I'm still writing it, but you can find a "sneak peek" here. Will come up with a posting schedule once I actually finish it.
I've also got what will eventually be a fma03/CoS "Fix-it" series. It's currently unfinished and... uh... NOT fixed.
"Sir" is a fun look at Royai, BDSM, and the trauma in their relationship. It's complete!
I've got completed stories for Kink AND Whumptober 2025 "Total Eclipse (of the Heart)" (FMAB based) and "Stay" (03 based)!
Then there's some one-shots and mini fics, including my fics from Royai Week 2025!
In the future, I'm hoping to work on some collaborative projects I've been noodling around with a few different writer friends!
And finally, I'm working on my first original novel. Whether anything ever comes of it remains to be seen. Pray for me <3!
I LOVE talking about these characters and playing around in their world. Got questions, comments, queries on my take on Royai? Opinions? Constructive criticism? Got a story you want me to read so we can compare/contrast/squeal together? My Asks and DMs are open!
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General incredible THANK YOU shout out to my incredible Betas! I'm so lucky to have had so many friends Beta for me now, I don't want to try to list everyone for fear for forgetting someone lol, but know that I am forever grateful ❤️❤️❤️
***I can't believe we've reached the final chapter. It's so hard to post this and say goodbye. Thank you again to @erimeows, @starwritingbri, and @hawkeyes-darling who were all involved with Beta reading this fic! Thank you to everyone at Royai Peach Cult Discord Server who encouraged and supported me. And most of all, thank you to you, dear readers. Happy Royai Day!***
Central City, Amestris, June 1917
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Riza tries not to ruin her eye makeup as angry tears burn in her eyes. She glances at the large vanity mirror and curses. Her hair is still elegantly styled, but there are little black tear-tracks littering her cheeks, and she knows she’ll never manage to repair the damage on her own.
Not to mention dealing with the source of her frustration.
She stands up again and turns to one side, surveying the unfamiliar undergarment in the mirror.
A stupid garter belt.
Hiring a publicist to help with Riza’s image had been a no-brainer from the moment they stepped fully into the political limelight with the announcement of their marriage and their move back to Central. Renee has helped with fashion choices, hair and makeup, practice interviews, lessons in poise and etiquette—everything Riza needs to become the perfect First Lady. It’s tedious and at times heinously mundane, but it’s a trial to be borne. Riza’s been a good and patient student, and overall it helps with her anxiety.
But this time, after whisking her away to a salon for her hair and makeup, Renee left her with the ball gown she’s supposed to wear for the evening, the dancing slippers she requested (although Renee had raised an eyebrow at Riza’s flat refusal to wear heeled shoes), a tiny jewelled handbag…. And a garter belt with a pair of silk stockings.
Riza’s been struggling for a quarter of an hour, and as much as she tries, she simply cannot get the delicate lace stockings to fasten to the belt. She’s afraid of tearing them, and she doesn’t know if she even has a spare pair available to her. She’s spent half the time pacing about her bedroom, wringing her hands. The other half, she’s spent practically twisting herself into the shape of a pretzel to work the little fastening clips. But she can’t get the right angle, and every time she thinks she has it clipped in place, the silk slips through her fingers or pulls in a way that indicates it might tear. She got one of the clips to hook at one point only to realize that the little black bow meant to go in the back was now hooked to the garter in the front.
Unfastening the one she’d managed to do sent her over the edge into full-fledged panic.
I can’t do this. I’m unwomanly. Unfeminine. I’m not graceful. Everyone will be looking at me. They’ll look at me, and I’ll feel their eyes. All those eyes staring at me. Eyes in the darkness.
She shudders and represses a shaking sob, opening the bureau drawer and trying to see if she can find something else suitable. Would it be a faux pas to wear regular nylon pantyhose beneath a ballgown like this? Would anyone even know?
She slams the bureau drawer shut, and one of the pearl earrings Grumman gave her for her last birthday slides from the top, rolling underneath. Riza groans and bends on her hands and knees, searching for it.
She’s going to be late for her own husband’s damn inaugural ball because of the damn stockings and the damn earrings.
***Hope everyone is having a great Royai Week! Thank you again to @royaiweek for the awesome prompt list, and thank you to @hawkeyes-darling for Beta reading this fic! The prompt for this one is "Quiescent". ***
"You really don't even know what I mean, do you?" Riza tilts her head inquiringly as Rebecca speaks again. "I mean, you never had to deal with it, the grind of the dating circuit. You just got your Prince Charming handed to you on a silver platter."
Riza snorts inelegantly.
"I'll make sure to let him know you called him that."
"Don't you dare," Rebecca gasps in horror.
She and Roy needle each other, but it's more like a show of sibling rivalry than anything. It's maybe a little bit of competition for Riza's attention, which is why it annoys her. Still, she knows at the end of the day, they see one another as family.
"I wouldn't exactly say it was that easy for us, either," Riza adds, only a bit defensively.
"What, because you had all of us fooled into thinking you were this poor, neglected, lonely woman while you two were secretly screwing like rabbits for ten years?"
"Rebecca! That's not true." She lowers her voice and gives her friend a pointed glare. "And even if it were, you know better than to say it when you could be overheard. People will get the wrong idea."
"Sorry," Rebecca says sheepishly. "I know, it wasn't easy for you, either. But at least you're married. I'm going to be over thirty years old without a husband. Do you know how depressing that is?"
"Do you know how melodramatic you sound?"
"Shut up!" Rebecca whines. "It's easy for you to talk, you get laid whenever you want, and I bet he's actually good in bed, even if you won't tell me a damn thing about it."
Riza rolls her eyes. While Rebecca has always been a little bit too keen to share details of her own sexual escapades, Riza's far more reserved, which for some reason drives her best friend crazy. However….
"What if…" Riza ventures hesitantly. "What if I did?"
"Did what?" Rebecca asks, digging in her purse for her compact mirror to add a fresh coat of lipstick now that they've finished their lunch.
"Want to talk about it."
"About…sex?" Rebecca gives her an incredulous look, and Riza bites her lower lip, then nods her head.
"I think I-I might need some advice," she says.
Rebecca looks positively gleeful as she leans over the table.
"Spill," she demands.
"Not here," Riza murmurs. "Let's go for a walk in the garden."
They'll still be followed there by security soldiers, but at least they'll be away from the house staff. It's not that Riza doesn't trust the people who work for them, just that she's very uncomfortable with talking about this at all, much less with potentially being overheard.
"Okay," she says slowly as they make their way through the expansive garden, leaves crunching beneath their feet. "So, I mean, obviously there's sex, right?"
***Thank you so much to Betas @hawkeyes-darling and Allisans! Please mind the tags on this one! NSFW for violence, but there is no smut. Written for the @royaiweek prompt: Candlelight.***
At first, Hawkeye is dazed by the flickering quality of the light. It bounces warmly off the dark walls but doesn't reach back into the shadows. For a moment, she imagines red eyes gleaming in the darkness, hears the echo of cold laughter, and feels razor sharp talons cutting into her wrists and ankles, dragging her into the depths of the gloom where she knows she will never escape.
But no.
There are no eyes. The passageway is oddly silent. The bindings around her limbs aren't tendrils of shadow but rough, coarse ropes that fasten her ankles together and her wrists behind her back.
As she realizes this, she gasps and forces her sluggish mind back to racing consciousness. Her head and heart both thunder as she remembers.
The mission. The People's Alchemist Alliance. The ambush. And now….
"General?" Her voice is raspy from disuse and thirst. She looks around the room and realizes that the oddly flickering light emanates from candles. There must be near a hundred of them, of varying shapes and sizes, some mounted on candelabras, some on the ground or in the recessed, rocky walls of the cavern. This must be some sort of underground tunnel. Perhaps one of the passageways left behind after the Promised Day.
She tries to move and discovers that not only are her limbs bound, she's in an iron cage suspended from the ceiling. She struggles, but the ropes hold her fast and the rocking motion of the swaying cage makes her feel ill.
Maybe, most likely, a head injury—probably a mild concussion. That explains the headache.
But where…?
"General?" she tries again to make herself heard, wary of letting her voice travel too far, lest she might alert her captors to the fact that she's regained consciousness.
For a moment, when she hears no reply, she hopes that maybe she's mistaken and that Brigadier General Mustang wasn't apprehended along with her. Her heart leaps but then her eyes begin to adjust to the eerie semi-darkness, and she can just make out another iron cage hanging beside her own, a man's huddled figure similarly bound inside.
"Hawkeye?" He groans faintly. "Where—?"
"Sir, I'm here," she whispers, forcing herself to shuffle to the side of the cage nearest his feeble voice.
"Oh no," he murmurs. "I hoped… I thought maybe you'd…"
She swallows hard and tries to force herself to think clearly, strategically. She's still his bodyguard, and her most important function is that her principle survives this encounter.
"Are you injured, sir?"
The pause that follows the question makes her heart sink.
Making royai parents is my love language!!!!! The art of learning to live again is so beautiful!!!!!!! Making amends and having it matter!!!!! LOVE PREVAILS LETS MAKE A BABY ABOUT IT!!!
Okay I’m done - this is a two parter! I will see yall tomorrow 💖💖💖
He knows he should exercise restraint, corral these desperate feelings so they are under control, but they’ve always run rampant when it comes to her. He’s helpless against it – not that he minds. But it will only make it harder to leave – that’s why he shouldn’t be here.
His control has always been impeccable in every aspect of his life after the war. But in this one thing…
He’ll stay for a short while, Roy decides. Pop in for a social call, nothing more.
Summary: Riza Hawkeye is a knight, hiding she’s a woman, and devoted to Roy Mustang’s protection
Roy Mustang is an alchemist, who wants to be king instead of Bradley
They do what they can to reach that goal, stay close, and stay alive
Rating M (T for this chapter) | 670/2,4k words | Royai Week 2026, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Crossdressing, Knights - Freeform, Team Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Secret Relationship, Secret Identity, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Promises, Broken Promises, Smut in chapter 3 so rating may change, Established Relationship
Summary: Riza Hawkeye is a knight, hiding she's a woman, and devoted to Roy Mustang's protection
Roy Mustang is an alchemist, who wants to be king instead of Bradley
They do what they can to reach that goal, stay close, and stay alive
Rating M (T for this chapter) | 1751 words | Royai Week 2026, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Crossdressing, Knights - Freeform, Team Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Secret Relationship, Secret Identity, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Promises, Broken Promises, Smut in chapter 3 so rating may change, Established Relationship
Summary: When Roy goes to the park with his friends Hughes and Gracia and their daughter, he finds himself the victim of his friends' machinations when he bumps into a beautiful woman and her dog. A Royai meet cute in a modern AU setting.
Rating: Teen
Author's note: It's been a while since I managed something for a Royai Week! It's not my best work, but I had a lot of fun :) Let me know if you have any thoughts or would like to see more of this AU.
A Family Conspiracy
It was a beautiful Sunday, and Roy was spending the day with the Hughes family. After a delicious dinner, they opted to work off the calories by having a walk in the park. Elicia took his hand and told him she wanted to walk with him. Who was he to say no to the littlest Hughes? He might not be good with children, but Elicia seemed to like him for some reason. His friends were only delighted to let him occupy their five-year-old daughter. It was the least he could do after Gracia’s delicious food. Besides, Elicia was entertaining. Seeing her view on life, her curiosity, was a balm to the dark side of the world where he worked. He and Hughes worked in the DA’s office and often dealt with the worst of the worst.
Elicia looked up at him. “Uncle Roy, I want to play,” she begged, tugging on his hand. “Hide and seek, please.”
Roy looked at her parents, who nodded.
“Just in the playground, dearest,” Gracia warned. “Roy, we’re going to get some drinks from the cafe around the corner if you don’t mind.”
“Sure.” He held his hand out to Elicia.
Instead of taking it, she looked at it and stuck out her tongue. “Race you!” She took off running.
“You cheeky little thing,” Roy called after her. He turned to make a teasing remark to Hughes about how she’s taking after him, but he and Gracia were already on their way to the cafe. He smiled as he ran after the giggling child. It was good that they found one another. He wasn’t sure how Hughes found the time to have a private life, let alone date, get married and raise a kid. He certainly didn’t have the time.
Elicia was grinning when he joined her. “I beat you,” she sang.
He tried to keep a straight face. “You cheated.” He wagged a finger.
“N-uh.” She shook her head. “You’re just slow.” She spun around, singing, “Slow, slow, slow. I beat you.”
“Yes, you did.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “I must be getting old, Elicia.”
She tilted her head and frowned. “Are you older than Mommy and Daddy?”
“Hmm.” Smiling, he leaned down and whispered conspiratorily, “Well, I’m younger than your dad, which means he’s really old.”
Her eyes widened. “Daddy is so old.”
“He is. Maybe you should ask him about the olden days.”
“I will.” She nodded seriously. She looked around the playground. “Now, you have got to count, and I’ll hide, okay?”
“I’ll count to ten.”
“No cheating, close your eyes.”
“As if I would cheat,” he said, peeking through his fingers and began counting down. He wasn’t about to lose his best friend’s child even if they were playing hide and seek. He quickly realised he didn’t need to, as his quarry kept on giggling, which easily gave away her hiding place in one of the little wooden huts by the monkey bars.
“One! Here I come.” Smirking, he walked past her pretending not to notice where she was. Her giggles increased when he started to walk away.
“I wonder where that rascal is hiding,” he said loudly. “She has to be here somewhere.”
He did another two circles of the playground before returning to where she was hiding. As soon as he reached the hut, Elicia suddenly sprang out and tore past him squealling. Roy yelped and spun around frantically searching for the fleeing girl. He forgot to breathe for a moment until he set his eyes on her.
“Elicia! Come back,” he called running after her. She was talking with a woman he didn’t recognise. Once he reached her, he realised the woman had a dog. Hughes has told him that she had recently been asking for a dog and he guessed that this why she bolted. Sighing in relief, he joined them.
“I’m so sorry,” he said to the woman, who just smiled. He blinked as he registered how beautiful she was.
“It’s fine,” she said.
He tore his eyes away from the woman to his charge. “Elicia, you know you’re not meant to run off like that.”
The girl pouted. “I know, but I was excited. I saw the dog.”
“Do you know this lady?”
Elicia looked down at her hands. “No, but the lady had a dog.” She looked up at him mournfully. “I know I’m not meant to talk to strangers… but she had a dog.”
“You know you’re not allowed to run off like that. What would your mom say? And you could have gotten hurt. Not all dogs are friendly, or sometimes, they might be scared when someone runs at them.”
Elicia sniffed. “I think he’s a friendly dog, but I didn’t mean to scare him.”
Roy had almost forgotten about the beautiful woman until she interjected.
“It’s alright,”she said gently, “but your dad’s right.”
Roy blushed, not wanting to interrupt her to correct her misunderstanding.
The woman bent to get down to Elicia’s level. “Not all dogs are the same. Sometimes they get scared or angry, just like you do sometimes.” Elicia nodded. The woman smiled. “Black Hayate -that’s his name- is very friendly. You can pet him if you like. Just hold out your hand first and let him smell it.”
The girl got down and held out her hand for the dog to sniff. Within a few moments, both girl and dog were enjoying themselves.
“Thank you for being kind.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I should tell you, though-”
He was interrupted by his name being called. Turning around, he noticed Gracia walking towards them.
“I was wondering where you two were,” she said as she joined them.
“Sorry, Elicia got -”
Gracia blinked.“Oh, who’s your friend?”
Roy realised that he hadn’t even got the woman’s name. His face burned and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh.”
“My name is Riza.” The woman quickly held out her hand to Gracia.
Gracia handed Roy a coffee cup and then shook the woman’s hand. “Gracia, and this little imp is my Elicia.”
“You have a wonderful family.” She turned to Roy. “Your husband here-”
Gracia laughed. “No, Roy isn’t my husband. He and my husband are college buddies, and they work together now.”
“Oh?” There was a dust of pink on her cheeks, and Roy thought it was rather becoming. “Apologies, I guess I made an assumption.”
Roy smiled. “No need to worry. I can understand the confusion.” When she returned the smile, his heart leapt in his chest. He didn’t miss Gracia’s calculated look.
“Mommy, look… this is Black Hayate.”
“Is that so?”
Roy was relieved his friend turned her attention to her daughter and the dog.
He coughed. “I am the one who should apologise. I seem to have forgotten my manners.” He held out his hand. “Just to start over, I’m Roy. It’s nice to meet you, Riza.”
She took his hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you, Roy.”
He could feel eyes on him, and he realised Gracia was watching them.
“Why don’t you come join us, Riza?” Gracia suggested. “Ah, there’s my husband now. Maes has plenty of pastries to go around. If you’re not in any hurry, I mean. From what Elicia just told me, it’s the least we can do.”
Roy’s heart sank as she waved Hughes over. His best friend would either embarrass him by trying to matchmake or tell stories he would rather remain secret. Either way, he would scare her off. Elicia had been distracted by the mention of pastries, and she was now tugging on her mother’s arm.
“It’s perfectly fine if you’re busy,” Roy said to Riza. “If they’re the pastries I am thinking, you might regret missing them.”
She nodded. “Well, that’s very kind of you.”
“Oh, hullo,” Hughes said. He took one look at Riza and then at Roy, his smile widening. “And who’s this? Introduce me to your friend, Roy.”
Roy coughed, shifting uncomfortably. “Hughes, this is Riza. We met just now when your daughter decided to befriend her dog.”
“Oh, Riza.” He continued to smile. Roy hoped that Riza didn’t find it as unsettling as he did. “What a lovely name. You can call me Maes. He insists on calling me Hughes despite us knowing one another for most of our lives.”
Roy sighed. “That’s an exaggeration.”
Gracia shook her head. “Sometimes, I feel like they are the married couple, not Maes and me.”
Roy rolled his eyes at the familiar joke.
“Anyway,” Hughes continued. “Riza, thank you for being kind to my daughter.” He stared at Roy. “Were you using my daughter as a means to meet women?”
Roy glared at his friend. “She ran off when she saw Riza’s dog, and I followed her.”
“Take no notice of those two, Riza,” Gracia cut in. “They are always bickering.”
Riza laughed.
“Do you like coffee, Riza?” Hughes asked. “Roy will get you a coffee.” He swiped Roy’s coffee from his hands.
Roy ignored his friend’s rudeness and instead smiled at Riza. “Sure, I’d be happy to.”
“I just had some coffee.” She reached into her handbag. “But I could do with some water, and I can pour some for Hayate.”
He held up a hand. “No, my treat.”
“That's our Roy, such a gentleman.” Hughes grinned. “Riza, come join us.”
Sometimes Roy didn’t know if his friend was trying to help or hinder his love life, but it was never appreciated.
Gracia patted her husband’s arm. ”Yes, we have plenty of pastries, and Elicia has taken a shine to your dog.”
Hughes caught his eye. “Well, weren’t you getting the water?”
Roy coughed. “I thought Riza might like to come with me.”
“Ah.” His friend smirked. Sometimes he really wanted to suckerpunch him. Once Riza smiled, that thought went right out of his head.
“I will actually.”
“Can the doggy stay?” Elicia pleaded.
“Alright.” Riza bent down to her dog and handed the leash to Gracia, “Hayate, stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“I am so sorry about them.” Roy rubbed the back of his neck as they walked.
“Don’t apologise. They seem like a lovely couple.”
“They’re great friends, but I think sometimes they can be overbearing.”
“I know all about overbearing friends. My best friend, Rebecca, is the same.”
He smiled. “I guess we have that in common then.”
He held the door of the cafe open for her, and she walked in ahead of him.
“Can I have two bottles of water, please?” he asked the cashier.
Roy handed over the money, giving Riza the two bottles. “One for you and one for Hayate.”
“Thank you.”
He grinned. He might have to buy Elicia a present if he managed to secure a date out of this.
“So, what do you do, Riza?”
“I’m a social worker.” She opened the bottle and took a sip. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m working in the DA’s office as a prosecutor.”
She frowned. “You’re quite young.”
“Some of the old brass feel the same. They think I’m an upstart.”
Her lips twitched. “Somehow, I think you might enjoy that.”
“You’ve got me.” He laughed. “I guess we'd better head back. Sorry in advance.”
“I think your friends are nice.”
“Ok, well, I hope they don’t scare you off.”
She smirked. “I don’t scare easily.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He hoped she was flirting. He swore to kill Hughes if he ruined this for him.
When Roy and Riza returned to the Hughes family, Elicia was sitting on the ground with Hayate licking her face. Hughes and Gracia were sitting at a picnic bench. Roy and Riza slipped into the other side of the bench.
Hughes had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh, I wondered if you two decided to sneak off.”
“I wouldn’t have left Black Hayate here.”
“Black Hayate.” Hughes laughed. “Really?” He leaned across the table and whispered in Roy’s ear. “If you two ever have kids together, you'd better name the poor kid.”
Roy’s face warmed up. He hoped Riza didn’t hear him, although the faint blush on her face told him she heard every word.
“I think it’s a charming name,” Gracia said. “So, are you local, Riza?”
“Not originally, but I’ve been living here for about a year now. I moved for work.”
“Oh?” Hughes asked. “What sort of work?”
“Social work. I mainly work with kids in deprived areas.”
There was something in her face that told him there might be a story there.
Hughes put an arm around Gracia. “My Gracia is a nurse, and I work with Roy in the DA office.”
“I go to school,” Elicia announced. “I got stars for my homework last week.”
“Yes, darling,” Hughes cooed, “you’re the best and wisest girl in the whole, wide world.”
Roy caught Riza’s eye in a silent apology.
“So, Riza,” Hughes turned to Riza again, “are you seeing anyone?”
Roy wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “Hughes, leave the poor woman alone.”
Hughes ignored him and continued, “If you are, my friend is single, very single. In need of a good woman. He works too hard.” He clapped Roy’s shoulder. “Don’t you, Roy?”
Riza shifted beside him, her arm brushing against his.
Roy glared at his so-called friend. “Shut up, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Yes, shut up, Daddy,” Elicia cut in.
Hughes’ mouth dropped open. “Now, look what you’ve done. My poor little girl. Uncle Roy is a rude man.”
Elicia giggled.
“Serves you right,” Roy mumbled.
“Never mind them,” Gracia said. “So, Riza, what do you make of Central?”
While the two women talked, Roy and Hughes engaged in a silent conversation of glares and narrowed eyes on Roy’s part, and cheeky smirks on Hughes’ part. He didn’t need Hughes trying to get a date for him, especially since he was more likely to scare the woman away rather than succeed. He was perfectly capable of getting his own date.
Once Elicia yawned, Gracia sighed. “We should probably get Elicia home.”
Riza looked at her watch and stood up. “I should go too. I’m meeting a friend soon.”
Roy couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “Well, Riza, um… here’s my card if you want to have coffee when my friends aren’t interrogating you.”
She smiled. “I will.”
He really hoped she meant that.
“Well, it was lovely to meet you all.” She took Hayate’s leash.
“I hope we’ll see you around, Riza,” Gracia said.
Hughes smirked. “I am sure we will.”
“Bye, please come see us again,” Elicia said. “And bring Hayate.”
Riza laughed. “Well, he does enjoy his walks in this park.” She glanced at Roy.
He smiled. Somehow, his friends hadn’t scared her away. She waved over her shoulder as she walked away.
“Buddy,” Hughes exclaimed.
Roy frowned and turned around.
“Oh, Roy, please tell me you didn’t give her your card? Everyone exchanges handles these days.”
Roy crossed his arms. “I don't think she’s the type to use social media.”
“Well.” Hughes handed him his phone. “You’re wrong because I already found her on Instagram while you were at the cafe.”
ok explaining the piece here bc there's like four things going on. so they're pointing at each other's backs, because roy burning riza's back and also riza being the one to shoot roy should she falter. backs (and fronts) bare to each other bc of their absolute blanket trust of the other, but military slacks still on bc their relationship cannot get farther than what it is. to bring in the prompt, both a crossbow bolt and a bolt of lightning, originating from the opposite of who you'd expect, bc their direct responsibility in creating the other (riza showing roy the secret of flame alchemy, roy inspiring riza to follow her to the military). <- although, it is not exactly what their ability is, just very close to it, hence the origin from the opposite person (but im sure riza could rock on a crossbow). and i uh. think that's it
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Other Characters Mentioned
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, a little fluff, Post-Promised Day (Fullmetal Alchemist), Nightmares, hinted ptsd, Royai Week, Royai Week 2026
Summary:
What happenes after a big battle such as what ocurred on the Promised Day?
In this fic we’ll see how are Roy and Riza (especially Roy) are copping with more trauma.
Hope you like it
- Anna
(This was written for the first day of Royai Week 2026 Prompt: Bolt)
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