for the writing requests could you mayhaps cook up some mustang gang realness my king (my blorbos havoc and kain are very unappreciated. sobs) mayhaps with some royai sprinkles. I don't have plot ideas my brain is dead. mwah
(for @yelenapines who regretted being on anon lol)
"Why, Elizabeth, I didn't expect you to call today!" Roy greeted before the other end of the phone line had even gotten to speak.
"Um, actually, sir, I haven't connected you through yet," Kain meekly replied.
Roy stifled a disgruntled groan as he rested his head in his free hand, using a couple of fingers to massage his temple.
Jean let out a snicker as he placed a new report about Barry the Chopper's trial on Roy's desk, smoke curling from the cigarette hanging at the corner of his mouth. "Missing a certain someone, sir?"
"Elizabeth is a one of a kind woman," Roy replied, toe tapping the floor as he glanced at the report. "Finally caught him, eh?"
"Not without a fight," Jean snickered, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray on the colonel's desk.
"Uh, Mustang, sir? You've got another call incoming. Do you want to take it while I patch through, uh, Elizabeth?" Kain questioned, crackling static echoing down the phone while Roy mulled it over.
"Fine."
"Hey there, Roy! Guess what?!" Maes' voice almost instantly yelled down the line, not even waiting for a response before continuing. "Gracia's pregnant! We're having a baby! I hope it's a girl, I want to spoil her rotten! Although, I'd probably spoil the cute little thing rotten no matter what they end up being-"
"Calm down, Maes," Roy said, stifling a laugh at his friend's excitement. "I'm glad you're having a baby."
"Hughes is having a baby?" Jean cheered, opening up a new packet of cigarettes and taking one out. "I'll smoke to that - hey, colonel, gimme a light would you?"
Roy rolled his eyes but snapped his fingers anyway, letting a small flame hover over his fingers for the lieutenant to use. "Look, Maes, I'm happy for you, but right now I'm waiting to talk to a special lady so do you mind hanging up?"
"You finally have a lady love?! Oh gods, Roy, you gotta call me back after, I want to hear all about her!" Maes insisted, excitement bleeding through to Roy despite knowing that 'Elizabeth' was a cover they'd come up with. "Have a great time, Roy."
"I will," Roy laughed, waiting as the phone then let out a long time when Maes hung up.
Another sharper tone rung out briefly before Riza's voice sprung up instead, a smile growing on Roy's face at the sound of it.
"Hello, Elizabeth's Florist, how can we help you?"
would Roy sleep in his suit. If not, what would his jammies be?
What would Riza wear? Another turtleneck to hide the burn marks & tattoos? Or some special jammies with her hair down? Or in a ponytail...?
Roy has a 50,000 cenz silk pajama set with his initials embroidered on the breast pocket of the shirt. I think that while his apartment is very plain, cheap, boring and has literally nothing in it, his closet is quite the opposite.
Riza I think sleeps in a tank top (or camisole depending on her mood) and shorts. She's told all her friends not to bother her at night (which a certain colonel occasionally "forgets") and if someone snuck in she could kill them with the gun under her pillow, so she's not worried about the tattoo being discovered. She'd sleep with her hair down so there's no tension that could potentially cause headaches later.
Maybe it’s the way he grew up or maybe it’s my wishful thinking but…
Roy Mustang gives me such Girl Dad vibes.
Obviously, I think he’d love his son but I feel like… he’d just love having a daughter.
I can see him doting on her. I can see her being the light of his life. I can see him providing pretty much anything she asks for… He’d make time to do her hair every morning and he’d happily sit and watch as she shows off her new outfits…
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summary: In which Ed finds that he has a bit of trouble falling asleep, and Winry is there to help, as always. [for @503week day 5 - sun/moon. special thanks to @x-rainflame-x for the encouragement!! <3] tags: fullmetal alchemist: parenthood (woes), that’s it that’s the fic lmao, hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff 2271 words | one-shot
Royai-related since it’s based on the Todomomo/Royai FMA AU I’ve been working on, but this one’s Havolina/Kamijirou-centric~
AO3
Prelude in J Major
“You seem to be in a very good mood this morning.”
Jean stops whistling, setting down the soapy plate in his hand and turning off the faucet to look at his wife. “What?”
She doesn’t look up, focused as she is on her current task of sweeping the kitchen floor. “I’m fairly certain it has nothing to do with me, so what’s up?”
He grins. “What are you talking about Becks? You always put me in a good mood.” He reaches out with two soapy and dripping wet hands in an attempt to hug her and she yelps when she notices, jumping back and holding up her broom in defense.
“Don’t you dare touch me with those hands, Jean Havoc!” She screeches, waving the broom threateningly—but the quirk at the corner of her mouth betrays her. He chuckles as he turns his attention back to the sink, picking up the sponge to scrub at the dish he had set down earlier.
“C’mon, aren’t you at least a little excited Ed’s son is coming to stay with us?” He says over his shoulder.
She laughs. “Clearly not as excited as you,” she says as she resumes sweeping. “I’d be a little more excited if we didn’t have all this cleaning to do.”
To be honest, he isn’t thrilled about the cleaning, either—but the prospect of having one of the Elric kids over far outweighs the chore of tidying up the house. Jean loves kids. If it weren’t for the fact his time as a paraplegic had left him and Becky unable to have any of their own, he’s sure they would’ve had two. Three, maybe. Even more if his wife were up for it. But she’s never been much of the maternal type.
“What if it was Momo staying over, hmm?” He asks, though he already knows her response.
She sighs, smiling. “Okay, Jean, Roy and Riza’s daughter is an actual angel, though.”
He can’t deny that—they both dote on the only child of their Fuhrer and First Lady. All of Team Mustang does. It’s a good thing Hawkeye is as disciplined as ever because their daughter would have otherwise become an exceedingly spoiled child.
Momo is quite possibly the most angelic child he has ever known and is, perhaps, the sole reason Rebecca had considered the notion of adopting kids.
She had brought it up one night after they had had dinner at the Fuhrer’s estate. Momo had been maybe six or seven at the time and had spent the majority of the evening glued to “Aunt Becca’s” side, small hand clinging to his wife’s as she listened to her talk about what eastern Amestris was like. Evidently the girl’s actions had entirely melted her heart—Jean had never seen his wife so flustered by someone so small.
“She’s so cute, Jean!” she had squealed, arms flailing before she brought her hands up and pressed them against her cheeks. “I want one, too!”
So they had discussed it, but ultimately resolved to stick with being good godparents to Momo. They had gotten used to it being just the two of them after all. And given how much extra time not having kids left for them to attend to...other things—well, he wasn’t complaining about the arrangement.
Still, an opportunity like hosting one of the Elric kids was something to look forward to.
“I’m sure Denki’s a good kid, too,” he says, turning off the faucet as he grabs a towel to dry off the newly washed dishes. “He doesn’t have Edward’s infamous temper, at least.”
That’s what he says, but it’s been a few years since they’ve seen the Elric children so who knows how much has changed. Denki Elric is hardly a kid anymore—he’s older than Ed and Al had been when they had made the trek up to Central. But in Jean’s mind, even Edward and Alphonse are still kids, despite the fact they’ve both been married and had children of their own for quite some time now.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right,” she responds, dumping the contents of the dustpan into the trash. She disappears into their room and returns wearing a fresh outfit, hair brushed back and makeup lightly done. He stares a moment too long—while he loves his wife no matter how she looks, he can’t deny that small moments like these remind him just how beautiful she is and how lucky he is to have her.
“I’m going to head to the market to pick up some more groceries,” she says, smiling up at him as she slips on her shoes. “You consume a buttload of food on your own and with Denki here I can’t imagine how much two of you can eat.”
“Sounds good,” he says, walking over to her to wrap his (now dry) hands around her waist, placing a peck on her cheek. “See you in a bit.”
She turns to leave but suddenly stops, as if she remembered something.
“Oh, and Jean?”
“Yeah?”
“I do hope you’re planning to wipe up all the water you dripped onto the kitchen floor.”
Part 2 will be up on Tumblr in a bit. The entirety of this fic is up on AO3 already if you’d prefer not to wait, though. Thanks for reading!
This was delightful!!! I do love their friendship. Thank you for the prompt.
Riza opened the door to the office. She suppressed a yawn; she should never have left the Colonel convince her to go out on a weekday. At least she didn’t have the pounding headache that the rest of the men were likely to have. She flicked on the lights to the office.
“Urgh.”
A small frown on her face, she looked around the office and found the source of the noise. Havoc was sprawled over his desk, his face buried in his arms.
“Turn it off!”
She swallowed a laugh. “Havoc, what the hell are you doing here in the dark?”
“The office was closer, and I figured I wasn’t going to get to work otherwise.”
Riza’s eyes widened. “Havoc, are you still drunk?”
He opened one bloodshot eye and closed it again.
“Probably,” he mumbled. “Can you please turn off the light?”
“Sorry, can’t do - it’s too dark.”
Ignoring his moan, she took off her coat and hung it up on the coat rack. She sat down at her desk and began sorting through her in-tray.
After a few moments of working in silence, she glanced over again at Havoc. He had managed to open his eyes at least.
He turned towards her. “How are you still standing?”
“I know my limits.”
“Limits are overrated.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
“I guess not.”
He sat up gingerly. Riza shook her head at the crumpled suit which had a dark, unidentifiable stain on the right breast pocket.
“You look terrible.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I hope you brought your uniform to change into. You don’t want to be wearing that when the Colonel comes in.”
“Uh - no. I didn’t think of that.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I was kind of drunk.”
She sighed. “I guess I could talk to Patricia in Requisitions about a uniform. She owes me a favour.”
“Thanks Hawkeye, you’re the best.”
She picked up her phone.
“Hi Lieutenant Hawkeye,” said the Operator. “Where may I direct you?”
“Put me through to Requisitions, please.” She waited for the connecting tone and put her hand over the receiver. Havoc was still slouched in his chair. “And you should go and get some black coffee.”
Riza turned back to check her in-tray while she waited for Patricia to pick up. There was more work to do than she would like.
“Hi Riza, what can I do for you?”
“It appears Lieutenant Havoc has mislaid his uniform.”
Havoc started to splutter and Riza bit back a laugh.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Havoc will tell you everything when you drop it up to the office. And if you see Rebecca, you might bring her up with you.”
Eyes dancing with mirth, she turned back to Havoc, who was looking green.
“Please don’t vomit on the carpet.”
“Fuck you-” He retched and fled through the office door, his hand over his mouth.
She followed him out into the hall. He ducked into the men’s restroom, where she could hear the continued sound of retching.
She sighed and knocked on the door. “You okay in there?”
“No-”
“I’ll get you some water.”
She didn’t wait for a response and hurried to the small kitchenette four doors down. Taking a glass from the cupboard, she filled it with water. She rushed back to the men’s room and pushed the door open.
Pale and clammy, Havoc was sitting on the floor of an open cubicle..
She pulled him upright away from the toilet bowl . “It wouldn’t do to fall asleep like that.”
“I’m not going to fall asleep,” he muttered. He squinted up at her. “You shouldn’t be in here. This is the men’s room.”
She rolled her eyes and handed him the glass of water. “Don’t worry, I’m not that squeamish. I’ve been to war; I don’t think a men’s room is going to traumatise me.”
“I’m not worried about you,” he said, before he swallowed the contents of the glass. “I’m more worried about me if the Colonel finds you in here with me.”
“Next time you’re hungover, I’m not going to hold your head out of the toilet, I’m gonna let you drown.” She shook her head. “Now pull yourself together, Havoc, we’ve got work to do.”
FMA AU Week Day 4 Prompt L: Overused but Well Loved
Words: 1998
This time it’s a modern AU. Based on some lovely art by @ignicule with their permission, ofc. Warnings for strong language from Edward.
It should also be noted that I do not support Roy/Winry in anyway; they are messing with Ed and in this, Roy loves Winry like a daughter.
Please don’t tag as Roywin
“I can’t believe I trusted him with her. I. Cannot. Believe that I trusted him. What was I thinking? I should have called Al home. What was I thinking?”
Riza sighed silently to herself, glancing to her companion who clutched nervously to his phone. She and Ed were away on a mission, too far from Resembool or Central to return quickly should anything arise. She was a little nervous too; Roy had a knack for getting himself into trouble when she wasn’t around, but he was also a grown man who could take care of himself and those around him. Ed had been aware of that when he asked Roy to check on his heavily pregnant wife who was taking up a hotel room in Central. Alphonse was away in Xing with his wife Mei visiting her family, otherwise Winry would have stayed in Resembool with him. Riza wished that Ed would remember why he had trusted Roy to keep her safe and well taken care of in the first place.
Roy absolutely adored Winry, after all, and would do just about anything for her, even more so now that she was with an unborn child. Riza wouldn’t be surprised when she got home if she found out that Winry ended up staying in their guest room, or Roy spent all day in her hotel room.
“He’s going to fuck up. He’s going to fuck up royally, and I’m going to lose my child. And probably her. ...That’s it, I’m call--”
Riza strode over and plucked Ed’s phone right from his hands, where he had been staring at the still phone app for over a quarter of an hour. He protested and flipped onto his back on his bed, just in time to see her pocket it. “Edward. Winry still has two months to go. Winry can take care of herself. Roy is a responsible adult who knows how to take care of a pregnant woman.” His sister had gotten pregnant a little over a year ago, and he had Googled just about everything he had needed to know even though he obviously wasn’t the father, and had stayed with her the last half of her pregnancy. The baby had been born happy and healthy. Not to say that was Roy’s doing at all, but at least his doting hadn’t harmed his new niece in the least. “They’re going to be fine. If you want to ensure that the baby will be fine, then focus on the mission so we can get home as soon as possible. Alright?”
Ed stared at her with wide, stricken eyes like he thought he had been betrayed. “But he’s useless!”
“Only on rainy days, and the forecast called for sun today. At least take a break from your phone. If Roy texts me that anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you immediately. Please take a look at the case files.”
Ed ground his teeth, waited for a second to see if he could wait her out, then deflated. “...Fine. But as soon as they call, you tell me!”
“If they call, I’ll tell you.”
Ed grouched for a moment and stormed over to the table, yanking out the chair and dropping into it like a brooding child. Riza laughed to herself and shook her head; though it had been over five years since Ed had gotten Al’s body back, sometimes she could still see the same sullen child she had come to love. A small part of her hoped that part of him would never grow up. She took a seat on her bed (she and Ed had agreed that sharing a room would be easier and would pose no problem) and tucked into her own case file, hoping for some clues.
After a small amount of time, both phones in her pocket buzzed. Curious, and a little nervous, she pulled out her phone. Roy was a responsible adult, no way he had let something happen to Winry.
She rolled her eyes, a small smile drifting over her face. A group chat, from Winry, sent to her, Roy, and Ed. And the picture, no doubt Ed wouldn’t be terribly pleased with that, the jealous little thing he was.
’Stay safe! We love you! See you when you get home!!’
“Ed.”
Ed shot up like a hunting dog, staring with wide eyes at her, clearly waiting for the moment she called for him. She rolled her eyes again, but pulled out his phone and stretched out the small distance to hand it to him.
“Take a look.”
He took the phone and opened it up without looking at the message. Slowly, his scowl darkened into something unholy, which made her smile. Oh how pleased Roy would be if he knew that he had caused a face like that only by taking a picture with Ed’s wife. After a solid minute of scowling at the picture, Ed started typing back furiously.
The picture that Winry had sent was really just a picture of the two of them smiling, pressed close to one another. The background suggested they were at Gracia’s--the half of the wall painting she could see looked like the one above Gracia’s living room couch. Either Gracia or Elysia had probably taken the picture. Roy was holding Winry to his side, his shoulder behind hers a little, although Winry seemed no less enthusiastic to be with him. Their outer hands were curled together, forming a little heart between them. Winry’s grin was huge, showing off a tongue piercing that she and Roy had nearly had a spat over three years back. Roy’s smile was soft and warm--though he seemed happy to pose for the picture with her, he had likely had to be connived into it.
It was a cute picture, one that made Riza smile if for no other reason than to see these two she thought of as family to get along so splendidly. She saved the photo and set it as her home screen just in time for Ed to send back, ‘Get away from my wife, you pervert.’
‘Oh Ed,’ Riza thought, but didn’t bother saying aloud. She waited to see what the two on the other end would say.
Their end was silent for five full minutes. Finally, when the chat pinged again, it was another picture. It was a selfie done by Winry, her arm extended forward. The selfie was staged in a bedroom, as the two of them seemed to be seated on a cushy bed, likely Gracia’s. Roy sat behind Winry, his legs drawn around her. His arms swam around her pregnant belly, and his chin was nestled on the crown of her head. He was making the same bedroom eyes he made at Riza when he was messing around. She could tell that he was joking around, and that Winry was as well, but would Ed see that? In a state of heightened agitation, probably not.
Winry was making a delighted face, but also was trying to pull off her best goofy-but-sexy face. She turned her face up to Roy only a little bit that it made her look like she was going to kiss him, her free arm curled up so she could stroke her fingertips on his jawline.
Those two were going to get themselves in huge trouble with Ed when they got home. Riza? She could let it slide this time. Really, Ed was kind of asking for it.
The picture was on their phones for nearly half a minute before Winry finally explained. Ed was silently fuming; Riza could practically see smoke spewing from his ears. She lifted her phone to snap a quick picture to send just to Roy, saying ‘Look at what you two are doing to him.’
Winry’s text was simple and only barely explained the picture. ‘oh yeah didnt you hear? We’re eloping sorry boo ;) xoxo’
Ooohhhhh no. Ed was definitely kicking Roy’s ass when they got home.
Within seconds, Ed answered, ‘I’m kicking your ass if you dont get away from her!!!!’
Riza feared that they’d send another picture, perhaps of them kissing, which she wouldn’t be too happy about. Thankfully they both had the common sense not to respond with that. The text that followed was from Roy: ‘how you feeling, Fullmetal?’
He was stirring the pot. Of course he was.
‘How am i FEELING?!?
Like youre gonna get an ass kicking is how im feeling!!!
And im not an alchemist anymore!!!’
‘With a temper like that, youll ALWAYS be Fullmetal, Fullmetal.’
Ed just about put a hand through the wall, and Riza just about choked trying to suppress a laugh. Ed shot her a look but he must not have seen her laugh, because he immediately turned back to his phone.
‘And you’ll always be a piece of shit, you piece of shit!’ popped up on Riza’s phone seconds later. Riza shook her head and looked down to her forgotten case file. Well. So much for getting closer to going home.
‘:OOOO’ Winry texted immediately after. Roy’s response was a simple, ‘creative, Fullmetal’, just as Winry continued with ‘I’M SO SORRY GENERAL OMFG EDWARD’.
‘Don’t be, I’m not.’
‘That’s no way to speak to your commanding officer.’ Riza informed, then set her phone aside. Ed shot her a look that was half-betrayal, half-surprise, then turned away from her when she looked at her file.
‘...
Yes ma’am’
The phones were silent for probably ten minutes, blessed silence, during which time Ed actually sat down and took a look at his files.
Her phone suddenly chirped with Roy’s newest addition. ‘You know, Ed...’ was all it said, although the indicator said he wasn’t quite done. Riza could feel in the pit of her stomach that whatever he would say, it would spur Ed’s furious rage on further. Not that Roy’s very existence didn’t seem to do so most days.
‘What.’ Ed replied, and Winry’s addition was a nervous little ‘...’.
‘You’re stuck working all week, while I get to care for a beautiful young woman all alone.’
‘General’ Winry cut in, likely in the hopes of quelling her sure-to-be-raging husband.
‘Just me...
And her...’
‘THATS IT IM COMING BACK HOME AND KICKING YOUR ASS MYSELF YOU FUCKIN CREEP’ Ed responded, jerking up out of his bed and toward his suitcase like he intended to pack up and head out.
“Ed!” Riza squawked, hopping out of her seat and to his side. She cut him off from his suitcase and shoved him back, just as Winry replied, ‘OMG Ed it’s fine he’s just joking!!!’
‘Your wife gave me permission to drop kick your ass to next year so be ready for that.’ Ed snarked, crossing his arms. He dropped onto the bed, face souring at his phone.
Riza squeezed the bridge of her nose tiredly and held her hand out to Ed, who stared at her with suspicious, narrowed eyes.
“...What?”
“Give me your phone.”
”What?! Why?!”
“Because you have work to do, now give me your phone, go sit down, and work. You know Roy’s only messing with you.”
Ed stared between her face and her hand, as if unable to believe that he, an adult, was about to be grounded from his own phone. But when Riza wiggled her fingers a little and did not back down, he realized that she was being completely serious. He scowled and slapped his phone into her hand, probably unnecessarily hard, and stormed to his case file. He dropped into the chair like a petulant teen and went about actually doing something useful.
Riza rolled her eyes and pocketed his phone.
‘I most certainly did not,’ she responded on her own phone, taking a seat beside her own case file. ‘But keep it up, Roy Mustang, and I may just change my mind on that.’
To which Roy simply responded, ‘heh... okay okay. ...Love you?’. And Riza, if only to make him sweat a little, did not respond.
It would be hard for little Maes to explain his family to the other kids, Roy decided as he rocked his tiny son to sleep. Apart from his mom and dad, he had a plethora of aunts and uncles who were exclusively not related by blood. He had cousins, again, not related by blood. The only blood relatives this little boy had were a great grandfather, and a great aunt. But as little Maes sighed in his sleep, curling into his father’s chest, Roy decided it didn’t matter if the other kids understood. Family is much more than blood.
