#marier

[itsmariejanel]

its simself o'clock thanks sephers @literalite for making my simself 🥰 like 10/10 this is me its uncanny insane head explodes

[egoiistas]

4: Awkward kiss for Marier, please?

this unexpectedly turned into a Maria Ross appreciation drabble.Rated: T; words: ~1000 

All evening, she felt them on her, trailing her like a chilling shadow… if shadows could ever be so brilliant and piercing. Brushing it off as her imagination playing games, Maria fought off the feeling of being out of place with small talk here and there or the mansion itself helped losing herself in admiration of the architecture of the Armstrong residence. If questioned, she’d call it a palace.

The Armstrong’s mansion could fit and house her entire home town, an entire population of 200, in their Great Hall; she knew this because Major Armstrong’s birthday “event” consisted of over 200 guests. How the other half lived, she supposed, but it was the perfect excuse to bring her mother into the city to search for an evening dress. Her own humble beginnings started in a small one bedroom house in a town 15 miles south of Central, so the columns, glasswork, and high ceilings reduced her to a little girl gaping inelegantly, in awe, at the craftsmanship poured into this place; from the tiniest intricate flower carved into a frame to the detail to the mosaic flooring underfoot to the painting hanging on the wall. She hardly noticed the music dying out with every step.

“It’s recently renovated.”

Looking up from the floor, Maria’s head snapped up - terribly unaware that she had walked herself away from the party. Her pulse catapulted and nestled in her throat when the eyes from earlier finally caught up to her and they were ten times more intimidating up close despite her pleasant features. The words fumbled awkwardly through her vocal chords, “I’m sor-pard?” She cleared her throat, louder than necessary. “Pardon?”

“The mansion,” she said, and took a few steps closer.

Amestrian military too as was the choice of her evening outfit. Maria tried not to raise eyebrows at the four stars on her shoulder. A general. She looked classically Amestrian with unusually thick blonde hair. But it was her looks that called her attention first. It was in her stride, the way she carried herself - dignified and poised. But why did a female general sound awfully familiar?

“It’s all been recently renovated,” the general continued. “It doesn’t look as antiquated as it did before.”

Finding herself at a lack for words, Maria nodded cordially, “Oh, yes, I heard from Major Armstrong that it was. Are you...a friend of the family?“

She smirked as if Maria had just told a joke. “I’m the eldest sister.”

Of course! Her spine straightened as if she had been electrocuted and her face flushed a million different shades of red. She extended her hand out and fluidly delivered, “My apologies, ma’am, Second Lieutenant Maria Ross. Pleasure to meet you, General Armstrong.” But in her mind she chanted: doofus, idiot, blockhead.

The General looked at her hand as if she were inspecting it and then shook it with a firm grip. “I know. An subordinate of my brother and assisted Mustang during the Promised Day. You are not without your merits.”

Her arm fell back to her side and she could feel the sweat from her own nerves. “Thank you, but I only played delivery girl that day. The Briggs effort played an integral part on the parade grounds when it mattered.” She stared at the landscape painting of a house on a hill as the memories came to the forefront, and she shrugged. “I was just stuck at the radio station during the real fight.”

“Hm” was all she said, nodding like she was in thought. “Clearly you’re under the wrong leadership if that’s what you believe.”

Maria frowned, unsure of how much she was allowed to disagree, but the thoughts scattered when the General stepped in closer, just on the border of her personal bubble, and Maria stood there like one of the ice statues overlooking the fruit.

“I read the papers, what transpired from the suspicious murder accusation of Brigadier General Hughes to the supposed death by the hands of the bumbling Flame Alchemist. I didn’t think anything of it at first as other matters take precedence at Briggs. But then…” she trailed off, blue eyes that matched the Major’s looked off in the space beside her, and Maria wondered then how could she not see she was so obviously a part of the family. “I come to find out not only was your death faked, but it was in conjunction with Mustang in what must have been a rapid decision, judging by the timeline of it all. Tell me, were you hiding outside Amestrian borders?”

“I had to. I was told I’d be endangering those I cared for.”

“And then you made the decision to come back, after all. In the  putting your life on the line despite your orders meant to save your lives, for people you barely know - when you could have worked to get your family out to safety.”

“I barely knew them, but they saved my life.”

“Most people would call that idiotic.”

At this point, Maria was entirely unsure if she was being complimented, insulted, or worse, too dense to identify which.

The eldest Armstrong took another step while Maria’s feet were still frozen to the tile, and looked down on her menacingly. “I think it takes a lot of gall and courage to do what you did: for the sake of family and country. It’s a shame you weren’t applauded more for it, especially by the pantywaists you call your superiors.” This time, her head leaned in and Maria’s brows furrowed in confusion. Up until this point, there was no question of the authority in this woman’s movement, but now as she closed in, it was more jagged and clunky - a lot less fluid. And then she kissed her cheek. Maria was so busy observing the way her body moved that it caught her completely by surprise and communicated as such with a gasp and a hand that immediately went to her cheek after General Armstrong stepped back. “I hope this isn’t the last time we see each other, Maria Ross.”

She could have melted where she stood. 

[ask-teammustang]

My dad called Havoc "Harold" earlier - What does he have to say about that?

[rebeccacatalinas]

i wanted to draw some ppl that arent riza roy and rebecca. gotta draw some non- r names. olivier/maria is great

[magewardensurana]

Fic Writer’s Week: Day 1

Words of Validation

The theme for today is to pick favourite reviews, but that’s impossible, because every review I’ve got has meant to much to me.  I read every tag and every comment ever left on a story, and I go back and read them when I’m feeling down.

But the one that sticks out is when I found a post by @shegs talking about a Marier fic of mine, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been scrolling through someone’s blog (looking for Olivier/Maria content, actually, because it’s rare to find blogs that have that as a tag) and found a mention of one of my fics.

[waddiwitch]

14 for the cuddling promots with Olivier/Maria, please?

Oh my gosh. Thank you for the prompt. This was a challenge, but I enjoyed it a lot. 

You may have converted  me to the ship. 

Yours

Maria looked across the table. She couldn’t help but notice that Olivier was quieter and more sullen than usual.

She leaned forward and reached for Olivier’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

“There is nothing wrong.” Olivier squeezed Maria’s hand and pulled away. “Make sure you’re packed by this evening! We have to leave first thing tomorrow.”

Maria’s eyes widened. “What?”

“We have to go to the annual Armstrong charity ball.”

“Oh, you want me to come with.”

The look Olivier gave her was withering. “Of course, you’re coming, because I need to speak to someone who isn’t a member of my intolerable family.”

Maria’s face lit up. “Really?”

Olivier arched an eyebrow. “I’ll see you tonight. Make sure to bring a ball gown. We’re leaving first thing.”

Olivier let the door slam behind her as she exited the room.

Maria took a deep breath. “Wow.”

She was simultaneously terrified and delighted. Meeting the Armstrong family meant this was serious.

What if they hate me?

At least, she would know the Major. As terrifying as he could be, he was a teddy bear. Although knowing Olivier like she did, she knew there was a teddy bear deep inside the General too. A teddy bear with claws and sharp teeth.

********

Olivier had booked them into a hotel suite rather than staying at the Armstrong mansion.

“There’s not much that’s private in the mansion,” she had explained. “Once we’ve done our duty, I want to have you all to myself.”

After washing off all the dirt and sweat after their journey south to Central, Maria felt refreshed. She walked into the bedroom and did a double take when her eyes landed on her girlfriend. Olivier looked stunning. Maria almost forgot to breathe as she drank in the sight of her in the black and white gown.

“Wow! You look-” Maria shook her head. She closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around her. “Can we stay here instead?”

Olivier laughed. It always warmed her to hear that laugh. That laugh that was reserved for her alone.

“I wish - but I have responsibilities.” She kissed Maria on the forehead. “Get out of that towel and hurry up and get that beautiful dress on.”

Maria stuck out her lower lip. “You’re no fun.”

**********

Maria stood close to Olivier, their arms brushing as they walked into the ballroom. Heads turned in the room as they walked. Maria knew she looked good. Her blue dress hugged her curves in just the right places. She was sure, however, that everyone was gossiping about Olivier bringing a date, especially a woman.

Maria took a deep breath, steeling herself.

Olivier leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Do you see the man and woman at the head table, standing next to my brother?”

“Your parents?”

Olivier nodded. “Prepare yourself for being interrogated!”

“Interrogated?” Maria’s hands shook.

“They have asked me a lot about you.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

Olivier looked at her quizzically. “The truth.”

As they go closer to the family, Major Armstrong caught sight of them.

“Lieutenant Ross!” His voice carried across the ballroom.

Maria felt the blood rush to her face.

“T-chah.” Olivier put her hand on the small of Maria’s back and pushed her forward. “Let’s get this over and done with.”

Maria looked over at Olivier. At the vein bulging in her forehead, the tightening of her jaw and the clipped tone of her voice.

Maria put her hand on the blonde’s arm. Olivier’s face softened for a moment before her mask returned. Still Maria knew she had gotten through to her,

When they reached the table, the Major embraced Maria before Olivier could even introduce her.

“It’s so good to see you, Lieutenant.”

Maria struggled in his arms; it was getting hard to breathe.

“Let her go, Alex,” Olivier said, “before you suffocate her.”

“My apologies, Lieutenant.” The Major let Maria go. “I forget my strength sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” Maria said automatically, although she was unsteady on her feet.

Olivier steadied her by putting a hand on her shoulder. “Mother. Father. This is Lieutenant Maria Ross.”

Maria frowned at the description. Surely they were more than colleagues? After all, this was what bringing her to the family ball was about.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” she said with a bow of her head.

Mrs Armstrong took her hand and shook it vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you at last. Alex has told us a lot about you.”

Maria blinked. The Major had been talking about her.

Mrs Armstrong smiled and let go of her hand.

Stepping forward, Mr Armstrong took Maria’s hand and pressed it to his lips. “Yes - our Olly has always been a dark horse. But she’s never brought someone home before.”

Olivier stiffened beside her. “Maria, let’s go get a drink before my sisters arrive.”

Maria smiled. “It’s a honour to be invited into your home.”

She turned and followed Olivier to the makeshift bar in the corner.

“I’m sorry about my family. There are certainly-” She paused. Maria supposed she was searching for the right word. “They’re overbearing.”

“Families are always asking uncomfortable questions,” Maria replied. “Don’t worry. If your demeanor couldn’t drive me away, then I doubt your family can.”

“Oh great,” Olivier said darkly. “Are you going to tease me all night too?”

*******

Dinner passed by with a barrage of questions. Maria was introduced to all of Olivier’s sisters. Maria couldn’t help but think about how different they all were to her Olivier. They were loud. So loud. Did they have to talk so loudly? It seemed like there were so many personalities in the Armstrong household; they must have had to fight to be heard.

Olivier’s complexion was ruddy. Maria had never seen Olivier drink so much. She wasn’t sure if Olivier was simply letting her hair down, or if she was drinking to get through the night.

Still, Maria couldn’t complain. It started with little touches, brushing her arm or squeezing her hand. Maria decided she liked drunk Olivier.

“Another glass, Mistress Olivier.”

Maria bit back a smirk. The staff were fawning over her. She was clearly a favourite among them.

Olivier took yet another glass. “Thank you.”

Maria caught Olivier’s eye and raised an eyebrow.

Olivier waved her hand at the man. “Larry, one for my Maria too.”

Her Maria. She liked that. Olivier had definitely had too much to drink.

She leaned in closer to her. “Your Maria, huh?”

“Yes. Well! You’re my girl.”

“Yes - I am.”

“Good!”

Maria smiled, “You should get drunk more often.”

“Mmmm.” Olivier leaned her head on Maria’s shoulder. “Thank you for coming here.”

People was starting to gawp at the usually reserved General draped over her girlfriend Maria’s heart sank as she realised Olivier would never forgive her for letting her embarrass herself.

“Think we should get out of here, Liv. I want you all to myself. I don’t much like sharing you.”

Olivier stared into her eyes and pulled her close. “Yours!”

Fin

[magewardensurana]

79 for the ship of your choice! :)

Decided to use my f/f rarepair for this.

Stop Hogging All the Blankets

Maria woke up because she was freezing.  And she was freezing because she didn’t haveany blankets.

“Livia,” she muttered, sleepily while nudging the strangelysquishy form next to her with her foot, “stop hogging all the blankets.”

“I am cold.”

“The ice queen of Briggs is cold?”

There was a muffled, “yes” as Olivier buried herself deeperinto her pile of blankets followed by the most delicate sneeze Maria had everheard.

“Do you… have acold?”

There was another tiny sneeze followed by, “no.”

“Livia, I can hear you sneezing.”

“No, you didn’t.”  Butthe claims of Olivier were ruined by the barrage of sneezes that came fromunder the covers.

One of Maria’s arms found its way under the covers, and overOlivier’s chest.

“And those sneezes were just my imagination, then?”

Another sneeze, “Yes.”

“I’m cold, Livia.  It’smaking me imagine sneezing.  That’s howcold I am.”

There was a very muffled laugh from Olivier, then a shuffling,as she shifted the blankets so they were covering the both of them.

Maria wrapped her arms around Olivier, holding herclose.  The feel of the other woman’sblond hair tickled her nose, and made her sneeze.

“Got me doing it now,” she muttered.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Just don’t give me your cold.”

But if Olivier answered, Maria didn’t hear.  She was already asleep again.

[lolochaponnay]