#royaiweek2020

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The Colonel and (his) Lieutenant

[snowdog49]

Sparklers

Royai Week day 4

Prompt: Crackle

“What’s this?” 

“It’s a firework.” 

Riza looked at the little balls with fuses out of them, tilting her head with curiosity. 

“You light the fuse and they make sparks.” 

“Is it alchemy?” Her head tilted with curiosity. 

He shook his head as he handed her a stick. “Chemistry. Like…” She could see him scrunch his face with a thought of how to explain the process. “Kind of like alchemy. It’s the concept of alchemy, but not...” He lit the tip of the stick with a match and golden sparks accompanied with a light crackle of the chemical reaction sprang from the stick. Riza held it out in front of her, shocked with eyes wide, as she looked at in wonder. Alchemy was one thing, but this was something different. It didn’t create or destroy. If just reacted to something as simple as a flame. The young girl didn’t really appreciate being mocked, but at the moment, she wasn’t sure what to think. She’d never seen anything like it, nor had she ever heard about anything like it. The experience was terrifying and welcoming at the same time. 

Roy lit his next to her, the young boy with a big grin, appreciated her reaction. He held it out from him and drew in the air, the light following the movements of the sticks. “It’d be cool to draw alchemic circles in the air and have a reaction.” He drew a large circle in front of him.

“No it wouldn’t,” the blonde girl quickly argued. She wasn’t a fan of alchemy as it was, which is why the sparkling stick interested her so. 

She could see him pout, quickly looking at her with a pout, but he recovered with a shrug. “I think it would be,” he muttered under his breath.

She followed his actions, waving the sticks back and forth, watching the lights in the dark night. “This is neat,” she finally admitted. 

As their sticks dimmed and was absorbed by the night, Roy turned to a triangle with a fuse, liting it. Golden colors flew from it, little bursts sprung forth from the top of the pyramid, looking as if it was an electric bouquet. It popped and sizzled as the colors changed from gold to silver. All this time, Riza just stared, looking upon it in wonder. “I think this is better than alchemy,” she whispered, watching it die. There was little destruction to property from a certain student of her father. There was also more attention 

“Kind of,” he responded, handing her a ball. “Here.” He lit the green fuse. “Now throw it!” 

Riza flung it from her hand, terrified of its action. It popped loudly, crackling riveting through the darkness. “Oh!” She jumped, holding her hands close to herself. 

“It’s okay,” he laughed, throwing one for himself. “Here’s another.” 

She laughed as she threw another, pulling herself inward as it blew up and spent sparks flying. Never had Riza experienced anything like this! Her father was not a joyful man by any expression, however, he also did not indulge in anything but alchemic reactions, not… chemical...reactions. She threw another a shrill laugh following. “Can I have another sparkling stick,” she asked, now starting to bounce on her ankles. Her face beamed with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, of course, Riza.” Roy reached into the bag and pulled out another one. 

She ran up and down the sidewalk, laughing as she watched the light follow her, Roy following her with a laugh. It had to be magic, or at least she’d be happy to call it that. Beautiful magic. She stopped and turned to see her friend drawing in the air again. 

“It’s like light art,” she whispered in awe. 

Roy gave her a cheeky grin, drawing out a heart. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispered. 

Riza nodded happily, drawing her own heart and smiled a toothy smile back. “I love it.” 

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Whistles and pops reverberated through the courtyard. “Yeah!” Another loud bang echoed out. 

Roy stood behind his men with a raised eyebrow. He stood taller than he was as a boy, square shoulders, and in a collared white shirt instead of a dirty t-shirt. His jacket sat on the bench behind them as he watched with amusement. Young Fuery threw out a fistful of poppers. His second lieutenant Breda jumped up and down, with waving in the air, cheering as they exploded. It wasn’t very often that they celebrated, especially like this. He could easily just watch them, enjoying their excitement from afar. He didn’t see his first lieutenant come up next to him and bump his shoulder with hers. He turned and smiled softly, happy to see that he did come to the little event in the court. 

“Oh, hello Lieutenant.”

“Colonel,” she smiled back. “I think it was good for the men to celebrate,” she nodded, looking at Fuery who threw out a small sparkling bomb. 

“I do too.” He nodded, seeing even Falman lighting a firework. A bump to his shoulder caused him to look over at her, noticing her handing him something. There in her hand she held a little stick. She offered it to him with a familiar smile, her eyes squinted and her smile larger than he’d normally notice. 

“Sometimes its good to let the alchemy go every so often and see an earthly chemical reaction.” 

Roy tried his best not to smile too large, too boyish to give away his remembrance that struck him. Instead, he watched as she pulled a lighter from her pocket and ignited it. He watched as his stick erupted in sparkles, fizzing away in the dusk light. Years ago, he was the one lighting hers, bring her the mystical joy that it brought. He bopped the stickup and down, drawing a circle and a few memorized alchemic symbols. “It’s too bad I can’t do alchemy with this,” he pouted. 

He heard he snort. “It’s probably better that way.”

Breda let out a “yahoo,” and Roy stopped to look at Havoc lighting a bigger fountain-like firework. When he looked back, his lieutenant drew a heart in front of her. He nudges her this time, smiling fondly when she looked towards him. With a careful hand, as he would draw a transmutation circle, he drew a heart for her. 

“Thanks, Roy,” she whispered. 

There was no need for words as she waited for her sparkler to die and walk towards the men. However, Roy stayed where he was to watch her. Of course, she wasn’t one to give a cheering yip with the men but she was happy to hand out a batch of sparklers. A part of him wished that he could see her grin ear to ear, a childish laugh, as she would look at the crackling fountains. With a chest full of warmth, he put his hands in his pockets and joined the group, pulling out a glove to light a fountain.

[thevintagehawk27]

@royaiweek day 4 - crackle

[mydolcepiano]

RoyaiWeek Día 2: Little Pistol by Mother Mother

Segundo día de la RoyaiWeek 2020

Riza tiene que regresar a aquella vieja casa de su padre y confrontar muchos recuerdos dolorosos. A la vez que todo comenzaba a estancarse en su vida, quería pensar que su relación con él, no. Sin embargo, habían muchas cosas que habían cambiado, con ella y con la persona que estaba siempre a su lado. RoyaiWeek 2020. Día 2: Little Pistol. 

Fanfiction:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13610084/2/Tiempo-para-avanzar

Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/901170203-tiempo-para-avanzar-d%C3%ADa-2-little-pistol

[hisguardingqueen]

Royai Week 2020

Day 1: Letter

Here is some Nendoroid photography for the first day of Royai week ❤️

[katestrophic]

Royai Week Day 3

Prompt: Old wounds

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Roy shot up from his bed, sweating bullets. He panted, taking deep breathes, trying to calm himself down. It was another nightmare about the Ishval Civil War. Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to have dreams about the atrocities he committed during the war, they were still unnerving. The nightmares plagued him ever since he stepped foot on that battlefield.

Roy swallowed his spit, his mouth feeling dry all of the sudden. As his heart rate settled, his body relaxed sightly. He reached out for the glass of water by his bedside table, finishing the glass in a few gulps. As he calmed down slightly, he laid back down, turning his pillow over so he could lay on the cooler side. He closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep.

All Roy could see behind his shut eyelids were the countless Ishvalans that had died because of him. Those who burned to death by the literal snap of his fingers. Though it may seem awful, but Roy has grown accustomed to this and learned to sleep despite seeing the dead every single time he closed his eyes.

At this point, this was routine. Roy was used to waking up a few times throughout the night from nightmares. He’s catch his breath, drink some water, turn his pillow over, lay down, and go back to sleep.

As Roy tried to fall back asleep, he couldn’t get comfortable.He became more and more annoyed as he tossed and turned. It was the middle of night, and he had work first thing the next morning. He needs all the energy he can work, even though he’d be asleep by his desk at noon.

He groaned and got up, sitting at the side of his bed, rubbing his face with his hands. He got up from his bed as it creaked with his movements and walked slowly to the living room. Coming up to the phone, he began to dial a familiar phone. He held up the receiver, listening to the dial tone until it clicked.

“Hello?” A voice said.

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” Roy greeted.

“Oh...good morning sir,” Riza sighed. “Even though it’s the middle of the night, it is technically morning. You aren’t wrong about that. ...Is there something you need?”

“No, no,” Roy shook his head, even though Riza couldn’t see it. “I just couldn’t sleep and I needed someone to talk to.”

“Oh, I see,” Riza sighed.

“...You sound like you’ve been up for a while, Lieutenant,” Roy noticed. “You couldn’t sleep either?”

“Oh?” Riza dryly laughed. “You noticed?”

The two sat in silence as Roy felt himself relax in the Lieutenant’s presence, even though she wasn’t directly by him. Just knowing that she was always there for him, and vice versa, seemed to set him at ease. He had calmed down by now, even more than the other nights when he was by himself.

Just when he was about to bid her good night, she cut in. “Do...do you think about the war?” Riza asked.

Roy responded right away, “Every night.”

“You too?” Riza said.

The two sat in silence for a few of minutes and Roy spoke up, “I actually feel a lot better calling you. Better than most nights when I’m alone and have to calm myself down.”

“Want to call again tomorrow?” Riza offered. “If it makes you feel better and help you sleep, I’ll be willing to help you, sir.”

“Yeah,” Roy nodded, chuckling dryly. “Thanks, though I’d argue I deserve these nightmares after everything I’ve done in the war.”

“Don’t say that sir,” Riza scolded. “I’ve committed atrocities along with you, and I already promised that I’d follow you into hell if I had to. If it means suffering through and helping you with your nightmares, then so be it. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to move on, but we can get through this together.”

“...Heh,” Roy smirked. “Anyways, thanks Lieutenant. Have a good night. Er, morning.”

“Have a good morning sir,” Riza laughed as she hung up.

Roy remained by the phone for a few minutes before returning back to bed. He slipped back into his bed, pulling the covers over him, and closing his eyes.

That woman...I don’t think I’ll be able to live without her, he thought to himself, smiling softly as he slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

[sootyfeathers]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, One Shot Summary:

A late contribution to Royai Week :) (also posted on fanfiction.net) Though the Promised Day is behind them and they are only a day away from leaving the hospital, the emotional scars Lieutenant Hawkeye and Colonel Mustang had sustained still have a long way to heal (one-shot).