#young!royai

[abstractmouse]

I know that realistically, based on context from their conversation in Ishval, this would never have happened during Roy’s apprenticeship. But damn if I don’t love me some young!Royai.

[heiderichs]

while master hawkeye sleeps, riza has plans .. while roy is studying flame alchemy he stays at the hawkeye residence - riza barely talks to him. but every night, she sneaks into his room and they make out. leaving before her dad wakes. they don't even talk to each other then- just quietly kissing <3 a nonverbal understanding.

[florantine]

Royai shippers watching episode 30 be like

[hawkeyedflame]

Ficlet, Royai, 16. 😁

#16: “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches…” with Royai Rating: K+ | Words: 1,178

The summer heat boiled oppressively in the east, a mid-July sun bearing down on the valley stream where Roy Mustang laid watching Riza Hawkeye work. Every muscle in her small body coiled with anticipation as she stared down the barrel of an old hunting rifle, waiting for the young buck across the waterway to move just a little bit closer.

Roy kept silent as Riza crept forward an inch, leveling the rifle slowly. She was still for a long time, so long Roy wondered if she'd turned to stone, when a sudden gunshot reported sharply through the air, and Roy jumped in spite of himself.

Across the stream, the buck crumpled silently, dead before it even hit the ground, and the blonde girl was already pulling her battered shoes off to wade through the water. Roy scrambled to his feet, stripping his boots and following her to lend a hand that he knew she didn't need.

"Roy can you rope the tree, actually?" she called out to him, pausing to toss him a length of rope before lifting the deer by the hocks. Roy caught the rope deftly and turned to appraise the tree line, finding a sturdy maple to climb.

He scrambled up its boughs, scooting onto a low-hanging branch to tie off the dressing rope. He dropped the noose and Riza looped it around the buck's hooves, pushing up from below as Roy hoisted until it was secure.

They set to work dressing the deer, Riza's knife working in long, methodic strokes while Roy wrapped the organs she passed his way, scrambling to keep up with her terrifying efficiency. They toiled in silence, too hot to speak. Roy desperately wanted to stick his face into the ice box, but they needed to keep the meat cold on such a sweltering day, so he instead packed the entrails neatly over the top of the ice.

After nearly half an hour, Roy leaned back on his heels and wiped a sheet of sweat from his brow. His knees ached from kneeling and his t-shirt stuck to him everywhere.

"It's too damn hot for this," he grumbled. Riza turned to him with a reproachful glare, sweat and blood mingling in an unsightly smear all over her face. She looked half wild, her short, sweat-soaked hair sticking up every which way and her knife still buried in the buck near her ear.

To Roy's surprise, her expression turned thoughtful, and she hummed in agreement. "Let me just get this bit out and we can take a break."

When she finished, Riza stuck her knife in the soft dirt and crouched at the stream to wash her hands. Roy joined her, splashing the cold water on his face and feeling the rivulets rolling down his neck.

"You have blood all over your face by the way," he pointed out. "You look like you murdered someone." Riza scrubbed at her cheeks vigorously and Roy couldn't help but laugh, bumping his shoulder into hers playfully.

He hit her harder than he meant to, and she threw her hand out to steady herself, her arm sinking into the stream up to her elbow as her head went under. She surfaced immediately, indignantly yelping a sharp hey! as water rushed down her neck to soak her shirt.

Roy felt her hand on his arm and then he was in the water, toppled by her strong shove. The shock of cold made him gasp, and he quickly crawled out to dry land, thoroughly drenched. She laughed, a rare expression, sweet peals echoing in the summer air, and Roy thought maybe he should let her push him into rivers more often.

"Now we're even," she crowed, still giggling. Her honey brown eyes flashed with playful amusement.

"As the resident authority on equivalent exchange, I would hardly call that even," Roy huffed, but Riza only laughed harder.

"Okay mister alchemist-in-training," she snorted, "let's get back to work. We're almost done with this but we still have to pick the blueberries if I'm going to make that crumble tonight." Roy groaned and Riza swatted him lightly. "You look like a drowned rat by the way."

Fifteen minutes later Roy climbed up the tree again to retrieve the rope. Together he and Riza lowered the buck to the ground, and Roy picked the knot until the rope came loose. As he tugged it, his foot slipped, taking his knee with it, and he tumbled out of the tree, yelping in surprise as he reached for the branch to catch himself. The bark scraped his hands and his weight proved too heavy for his grip; he fell, a stray branch slicing the heel of his palm open on the way down.

"Roy!"

His back hit the ground hard, knocking his breath out of his lungs. When he opened his eyes Riza was crouched over him, eyes wide.

"You're bleeding!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and inspecting the cut on his hand. It stung fiercely and bled a lot more than Roy would have expected.

"That hurt," he groaned, sitting up and pulling his hand back to wipe the blood on his still-damp pants. Riza made a strained tch.

"Don't do that-- just go wash it in the stream. It looks bad." Roy did as he was bidden, Riza hovering at his side as blooms of crimson puffed up like clouds of ink, only to dissipate in the current. It still stung, but the cold water numbed it soothingly. She grabbed his hand again and lifted it to her eye level.

"Well," she declared after prodding it somewhat, "it doesn't look like you'll need stitches. It's not as deep as I thought."

"Well that's good," Roy said. "I guess I'll just bandage it up when we get home and try not to aggravate it for a few days."

"You're not getting out of picking the blueberries with me," Riza warned.

Roy laughed. "I wouldn't have hoped so for even a second. You're a slave driver, you know," he teased her.

Riza flushed a little and pouted, her round cheeks puffing out. "That's not funny, Roy," she grumbled.

"What? Come on, you know I don't mind helping you with your chores," he said earnestly, and Riza flushed even more.

"I know," she said simply, and stood up to finish packing away their field tools.

Roy watched her work, admiring the confidence with which she moved. She was completely in her element, and Roy struggled to imagine her in another setting, perhaps a student in university or a city dweller dressing up fancy and going for drinks at the bar. It didn't seem possible; she belonged here, in the backwoods toting a hunting rifle or carrying groceries from the market on her hip.

Truly, they were from different worlds, Roy thought. But here he was, a city kid sweating in the countryside as he field dressed wild game, and it felt natural. It wasn't so impossible, was it?

Maybe she could belong somewhere else, too, in time.

Roy tried not to think about it.

[hirayaart]

@moms-made-fullmetal-2020 Day 5: Comfort

This one came out naturally after @firewoodfigs and I were talking about a slow unraveling, theorizing how young!Roy must’ve spent so much time and effort to win young!Riza’s friendship, only for her to become estranged from him later and refer to him as “Mr. Mustang” the next time they saw each other.

Perhaps Riza simply couldn’t wrap her head around why Roy had to leave, and why he had to leave for the military of all bloody--! 

How did that go down in the Hawkeye mansion? Did Roy ever get the chance to explain his decision? Did Riza start to avoid him up until the day he finally took the train to Eastern Command? What exactly must’ve made it so hard for her to accept..?

While at the Academy, Roy is permitted leave and visits his sisters and the Madame. He gets the chance to explain how his apprenticeship didn’t exactly end well. The Madame, of course standing as his mother, could infer that Roy was much more upset about his childhood friend...

[candidhart]

Miss Hawkeye must have noticed Roy watching the Manor's high windows. "My father does most everything in our basement." She said. She gave no more explanation than that. Her face belied nothing but boredom, the dregs of annoyance sat so plain on her brow. "Show me what our King's men have taught you."

THE BIG BANG IS ALMOST HERE! Heres a preview of my piece for the @fmabigbangs! Roy and Riza practicing in a medieval AU written wonderfully by @royai

[unfairlawyer]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Periods, Menstruation, Young!Royai, Roy helps a mortified Riza, But he's cool about it because he was raised by madame christmas, Riza is 13, Roy is like 15 or 16, blood warning, but not like grossly, Pre-Slash Summary:

Riza was four months into thirteen when she woke up, for the first time, with her bedsheets stained with red. She was a little confused, at first. Her mother, long passed, was never there for her to ask questions about… well, girl problems. Riza had pushed all the confusion to the back of her mind upon waking, and shuffled to the bathroom careful as to not trip on her sheets bundled in her arms. She kicked the door closed from behind her when she made it inside. At the sink, she heard a gentle knock at the door. “Riza?” It was her father’s apprentice. “Mister Mustang?” Riza replied, shocked and panicked; she didn’t want him, a boy, to know what had happened. --

Riza experiences the crux of womanhood, but thankfully she has the best friend she could ever have to help her, however mortified she may be.

i dont know whats wrong with me but “cis woman character getting helped w period by love interest” is CRACK so i wrote some... some may say: ‘gross!’ but to that, i’d say, ‘grow up!!!!!!!!!!’

[harcidian]

Log 07: Roy Mustang

Excerpt from the Roy and Riza Observation Journal

Read it here on AO3

“You’ve never been to Central?” Roy exclaimed, straightening his back.

Riza pressed her lips into a small frown. “What’s so great about it, anyway?”

“The people, the food— it’s my place!” Roy gushes about his hometown, his hands gesturing at every thought. “The way the entire city lights up after dark— it’s as if stars fell from the sky!”

Riza’s lips drew into a half-smile, gazing at him in amusement. “I think I’d like that.”

“You definitely would!” Roy leaned forward. “And in Harvest festivals, they shoot fireworks in the sky!”

Riza cocked her head, to which Roy supplied an explanation, “Fireworks burst into the air and make lights of different colors. They go boom, boom, boom— like flowers of light at night!”

Riza giggled at Roy’s excitement and gestures. She never knew her father’s apprentice could be this goofy.

“I’ll let you come with me!” Roy grinned, the widest he’s ever made. “If the Master approves, of course.”

Riza’s smile disappeared at the mention of her father. “Mister Mustang, I think we should get going.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Roy stood up, squeezing his cardigan dry.  Fortunately, the rain had stopped pouring. Then he reached out a hand to Riza, “Call me Roy instead.”

Riza eyed his hand, then placed hers onto his palm. Roy helped her stand up, and their eyes met. With their hands still clasped, Riza smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Roy. Call me Riza.”

When they had arrived at the mansion, Berthold forbade them from getting too familiar with each other. Riza was only allowed to do groceries or go out hunting early in the morning. But that hadn’t stopped their friendship from blossoming.