#conflagrationisms

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staring at @prodigyoflame & @conflagrationisms: 

...as if one wasn’t bad enough

[reigningsniper-a]

“I thought you were dead…”

@conflagrationisms

     She hadn’t been clueless to the why of Mustang showing up when he had. Bolting from his post at Central Command, tearing through the city towards the desolate area the tower was located in - it indicated more serious goings on in his conscience. Riza paid little mind as the snap and a trail of crackling sparks passed from the doorway before igniting and utterly detonating the blubbering and hungry beast.

     Anger at his disobedience to their carefully laid plans, her eventual thanks for him showing up when he did, is all swept away in the aftermath as he collapses against the concrete floor and nears unconsciousness. She sends Alphonse to head upstairs to get a medic and to call for backup. He does so, leaving the two of them alone as she pulls the Colonel’s open jacket and shirt out of the way of his wounds. 

     Her stomach turns at the horrific burns, fresh and so severe the skin fails to bleed. She avoids touching it, only reaching for his wrist to check for a pulse. Slightly fast, but not thready or racing. His teeth grit as she waits for approaching footsteps, for the sight of a stretcher coming into view and the arrival of qualified help. She remains kneeling at his side, not thinking for a second of abandoning him

     Never.

     The words are strained, and she realizes the struggle he goes through to continue speaking. Good - he’s hanging on and remaining awake. Her hand settles on his arm. In the quiet moment, despite her own stress and her heart racing at a thousand miles an hour, Riza’s eyes soften. She knows. She knows the pain, the realization that someone is gone and there is nothing you can do to stop it. The phone call, the lack of response, the sound of a gun...

     This time it was her gun, but he couldn’t have known that from the other end of the line. Her mind can only make an attempt to imagine the terror that must have torn through him, the fear that history would repeat itself and another person would be torn away. 

     Her hand gives his arm a gentle squeeze as she hears the approach of medics. “You’ll be alright, Colonel.”

[kindhughes]

@conflagrationisms​: but you're my wife, bro @prodigyoflame​: why do I need a wife when I've got you???

       which is the Truth? whose wife am i?

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conflagrationisms?

aPOLLO!! every muse you have (the gun sons, flame son, radio son) are 10/10 and I would quite happily adopt every single one of them! but focusing on Roy, I love him, plain and simple! You’re doing so well with him and that twin au chef kiss perfect! Honestly all your verses are amazing? the one where envy is parading as roy??? fukin A++++ Also? you’re kind and funny, a lovely person to talk to! i’d still pay for the ponty python and the holy grail au!!!

@conflagrationisms  —  LET ME LOVE YOU  (  accepting!  )

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@conflagrationisms @prodigyoflame

wait does this mean there are two colonels????

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“NO!”

send “NO!” to find my muse dying on the battlefield || @conflagrationisms

It was a long shot and she’d known it. Arelia was never in any state to fight.

But Father, the Homunculi... Everything corrupting Amestris had to come down, or the city would continue to rot beneath their feet. People would continue to die.

Arelia and Hawkeye had gone in after Mustang, taking vastly different approaches as to who they had sought out. So she’d distracted Envy.She’d laid traps, waiting for the rotten feel of chi to cross them before setting them off. All in all? She’d gotten in four significant hits before becoming vaguely aware of the Flame Colonel nearby.

Arelia remembered, very faintly, that she’d been able to get close enough to Envy to nearly strike with her fists. But something between then and now left her crumpled on the ground. It was surreal, to feel so faintly alive but at the same time as if she could feel everything broken, or burst. 

So...

This is everything she amounted to? A small amount of damage done in dimly lit tunnels far beneath a city that wouldn’t even remember who she was, against an enemy that may yet still live. She’d done worse in her life, she supposed.

[cheualier]

Smooth as silk, Roy glides behind his lover to loops arms around Jean's waist. Murmurs of 'I love you' pass through his lips as they kiss the Lieutenant's neck, his jaw.

Ashes from his cigarette danced into the wind; Jean had his head out the window not wanting to stink up the room. Watching the sunset, it really was beautiful so much so he was about to call Roy over to watch it with him. But maybe Roy knew this, arms looped around him making him melt..making him relax. Hearing ‘I love you’ come from Roy, Jean felt his cheek burn. Oh how those three words made him weak, those three words made him so happy and always felt selfish that he wanted Roy to repeat himself.

The sweet taste filled his mouth at the gentle kisses on his neck and jaw; Jean let out a soft whimper. “R-Roy..” Stubbing out the cigarette, his eyes shut taking in every kiss Roy was giving him. “I love you too..”

[cheualier]

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headcanon things / accepting / @conflagrationisms

As it’s you I’ll give ya’ a headcanon I have for Havoc and he’s feelings to Roy. For Havoc he’s definitely always felt something for Roy, he’s looked up to him since he got to know who he was. It definitely wasn’t until he actually started talking to him did feeling start blossoming into something, Jean was confused as he’d never seen another man be with another man. So his feelings got pushed down into him trying to date other women and failing, seeing Roy either swoon them or you know being flat out told to dump them. Jean’s feelings for Roy just became harder to ignore, he started to feel that maybe liking Roy in that way wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Roy wasn’t someone who put him down for not be overly smart, which was nice Roy believed in him no matter what and that really didn’t help his heart.

Honestly falling for Lust was something he doesn’t regret despite the awful outcome, that day knowing the truth about her made him really see that his heart was right when it came to Roy and he really was the one.

Even if him not knowing he if Roy would ever feel the same, you cannot tell me when the two of them happened to be alone they didn’t just talk about feelings. More so after when Roy said he’d be waiting for him at the top, I feel strongly after that point was when Havoc really got hit with knowing that he was going to tell Roy how he felt no matter what was said.

Tbh in between all of this they’ve clearly had drunken kisses, Havoc totally has walked in on Roy asleep at his desk and put a blanket over him. Havoc cares deeply for Roy, even if it’s romantic or not. Roy means the world to Havoc no matter the verse, no matter the world or who he’s with Jean Havoc will always care about Roy Mustang and would willingly die for him.