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Games without Frontiers - Chapter 10 - Roy/Riza - Rating R

crack_alchemist — Wed, 25 Mar 2015 16:04:45 GMT

Series Title: Games without Frontiers
Series Rating: PG - NC-17
Main Character:Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Other Characters: Various other members of the Peanut Gallery called Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count:
Warning potential overdosing of crrrrack.

Synopsis: Does Riza regret her part in the game?

Author's Notes: AU/Non Canon. My own little private timeline; my own private little world. Yeah, and, just to add, my own little crackpot theories. Nothing else related to any episode of any kind, except the usage of the character(s) in question, though some events in some episodes will be used out of context as artistic license. I try not to make the events I use too spoilerish, but if I can’t help it, you’ll get a warning. Commentary is certainly welcome and tends to make me go “you like me! you really like me!”

Each chapter is titled after a lyric in a song that was part of the soundtrack I have for this tale. Check the current music for the song.

Chapter 10: Taste of a Poisoned Paradise
Rating: R/M

Riza looked up at the clock, rubbing the crick out of her neck. 1700 hours. Time to leave and run the dammed errands for her dammed Colonel. She looked over at him, grumbling and mumbling and tapping as if he were actually reading what was between the covers of the folder in front of him. Never mind that his eyes were fixed on the doodle he was creating in the margin of the document.

This was not going to work. Whatever she’d been thinking the day before, today she knew this was not going to work between them. There was no way she could carry on day to day conversations with this man and not think about what he’d done to her last night. Even that moment, she was picturing him braced above her, sweat dripping from his brow, doing what apparently he did best.

Her left eye began twitching. She found another dozen folders and slapped them on top of the two dozen she already had, picked them up and walked over to his desk.

Eyes closing as he was filling her and that time it hadn’t hurt. He flinched as she slapped the folders on his desk. “Last pile, sir.”

She could hear the groan of the desk as it almost gave way under the weight. She smiled. Good. That would keep him occupied for another... two hours. If he didn’t shove half of them in that bottom drawer.

“And, sir, it’s 1700 hours. Requesting permission to leave for the day to, ah, run those errands.”

That smirk, the same one he gave her when she way finally laying there on her back in her bed, legs twitching, crossed his face.

The temperature in the room rose a good ten degrees, at least in her estimation. She would ask Fuery to check on the air conditioning.

“Oh, yes, those errands. Thank you so much, First Lieutenant. It really wouldn’t do for me to show up tomorrow in an unkempt condition. Really wouldn’t do. Oh, and I think you’ll need this to take care of those errands for me.” He handed her a tiny envelope.

She took it, her hand barely brushing the rough cloth of his ignition glove. A shiver danced laughingly down her spine, pointing and giggling and chanting some kind of schoolyard taunt about trees and kissing. Telling it to shut up, she opened it and took a look inside. Well, turnabout was certainly fair play. “Yes, sir. I’ll be leaving now.” She saluted and left before his face and casual touch could summon another not work-related vision.

She took the steps two at a time and hit the door, taking a deep breath of fresh air. This would not work. It just couldn’t. She would end up a quivering mass of nerves before it was all over and he would end up in front of a tribunal, waiting for them to shoot him at dawn.

What had she been thinking to believe she could carry on such behavior? Just because she was the only one who could pull him out of his darkness didn’t mean she should have. There had to have been another way. Maes was an idiot to think that this could continue like this.

All thoughts in her head skittered to a halt when she recognized the car sitting in front of the headquarters. And the driver.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, carefully.

“Been asked to take you on your errands, sir.”

“Asked? By whom?”

“The Colonel, sir.”

She gaped. The young man opened the door and gestured. “If you will just step inside, I will explain.”

She did so quickly, before someone saw her standing there looking like a ninny.

First he introduced himself as Sergeant Carey Dennison. Then, without further preamble, he explained his presence and told her what he’d already told the Colonel, and what he hadn’t told the Colonel.

She was floored. The Lieutenant Colonel had certainly taken care of a great deal of contingencies. She said as much, and the young man grinned.

“Sir, he has your best interests at heart.”

Riza sighed. With the one person in charge of every covert resource that one could shake a stick at, who was she to resist?

“It’s still dangerous,” she muttered to herself.

“Yes, sir. Very.”

Riza looked at the Sergeant. “Then why are you involved?”

“Because, the Lieutenant Colonel has every confidence that it will work.”

What devotion and loyalty. She smirked. She knew exactly how he felt.

She doggedly went and picked up the uniforms. No one even gave her a second glance; she was the Colonel’s immediate subordinate and there was nothing wrong with her doing his errands. After all, he had so many more important duties, that he shouldn’t have to worry about his mere laundry! Riza rolled her eyes and made sure that the bill went to the correct place.

She climbed back into the car and told Dennison to take her back to her home. “I have to feed my dog.”

When she walked back into her own home, she was assailed with memories again of the night before. Little hints lay around her house; a missed shard of ceramic from the cup and saucer, that obscene piece of underwear dangling from Black Hayate’s mouth, the towel left on her bed. She picked it up and brought it to her face. It was still damp; his scent was still there. She sat down on the bed and stared at the towel.

After so many years, he was finally everywhere she was. And it honestly scared her to death. She closed her eyes and tried to picture the near future. What met her was a swirl of different scenarios, some good, some bad, some downright comical. Nothing was set or organized, as it should be.

When she had made this decision, she had known there would be consequences. She’d accepted them all at the time, because she knew that what she was doing would probably shock Roy into stopping his downward spiral. Half of her expected that it would only last one night, and that he would recover himself and retreat back into their sterile world of duty and responsibility. But, he hadn’t. He’d actually made a point to tell her that he would discover a way to make a relationship between them work.

And she, silly thing that she was, had given him a week.

In all the years she’d known the man, she’d never known him to back down from a challenge. She’d never known him to fail once challenged either. He had decided he would drag her, drag them both, kicking and screaming if need be, onto this new path, despite herself.

Well, what had she expected?

Rejection, her mind whispered. It had come more than once in her life, and there had been no indication that the Colonel would be any different. Too cold, she was, too detached, was the prevailing opinion. Her training had made her too distant from her fellow humans. Her status as a walking, talking tome of all of the knowledge her father held kept her away from anyone who would discover her secret.

Only once in her life had she found a connection, and that was with the man who had just invaded every aspect of her life with all of the manic frenzy of a firestorm, stealing all the air from the rooms in her mind like that crazy element that he had at his command.

She nodded to herself, allowing the surrender for the time limit she’d given him. One week. Perhaps he would fail for the first time in his life. And perhaps they could go back to the way things were before she’d walked into that library. It would probably be for the best. Until then, she would play along.
She dug in the bottom of her closet for her rucksack. In it, she shoved a spare uniform and everything else she would need. When the pup came to play with the cord of the sack, she looked at him speculatively.

“Do you want to go visit a friend, dear?”

A puppy’s version of a smile and thumping tail was her answer.

She laughed, scooping up the bundle of fur and heading for the door. As she did so, she noticed the bandage on her hand.

Funny how no one asked her what happened to her hand. Especially Havoc. She would have expected about a thousand questions from him.

The sun had completely set as she got herself and Hayate into the waiting car. The trip to the Colonel’s house was taken in thoughtful silence, for which Riza was grateful. She was a bundle of nerves, finally realizing that she was truly on a path where the end was completely obscured. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

They pulled up to the small flat. Riza knew that Roy had a modest home, nothing flashy, quite unexpected for the personality he portrayed. It didn’t even look bigger than her own home. Her curiosity was piqued; how did the Colonel live when no one was looking?

“I’ll be here in the morning, sir,” Dennison told her as she carried her the cleaning, rucksack and Hayate out of the car. She told him goodnight, and watched as he drove off into the night.

Maes had certainly covered almost all of the contingencies.

She moved to the door, her stomach flipping and flopping. Putting the dog down, she pulled the key out of her pocket, fitted it into the lock.

The door flew open before she could even turn it. She almost fell inside, when a hand grabbed her arm and pulled.

She, the cleaning, her rucksack and the dog stumbled over the threshold and stood there blinking, wondering if she’d been the victim of some kind of ambush. Her hand even went for her sidearm.

“I thought you weren’t going to come.”

Well, if he turned on a light or two, she could probably see him. Squinting, she made out a shadow sitting on a rather large bed in the corner. Pursing her lips, she dropped everything and felt around for a lamp. Turning it up, she took in her surroundings.

Three rooms. A kitchen, a bathroom and a great room, containing nothing more than desk, a couch, a bookshelf and bed with a footlocker at the end. Not much more than was in a dormitory room, just larger. The bed seemed to be the only true luxury in the room. It was antique; a large four-poster affair that was covered with simple linens and more pillows than one human should ever possess. She eyed it with some wariness. It was quite big enough for the both of them, and then some. And looked very comfortable.

She finally took in the man who owned this picture of militant simplicity. He was sitting there, hands clasped between his knees, head bowed. On the floor beside his foot, she noticed with a small gasp, was a bottle. She was on it like her namesake on a rat. Before he could react, she’d snatched it up and taken it to the kitchen. Upending it, she waited, and sure enough he’d followed her to offer a half-hearted protest.

“As long as I am here, you will have no other mistresses,” she told him. “Especially this bitch.” Well, that had been certainly forward of her.
“I thought you weren’t going to come,” he repeated.

“And what did you think I was going to do, come rushing over here like a silly little piece of fluff?” she demanded to know. “Or, oh yes, call Havoc and have his nosy ass bring me some clothes to wear tomorrow? Or, perhaps, let my poor dog starve to death just so that you could get your hands on me?”

He was staring at her, a half-smile on his face. Her mouth clicked shut on whatever else she was going to throw at him.

“How do you do it?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“Be as ... frigid at work and so ...” he waved his hand, “elsewhere?”

She blushed. “I can’t be a bitch all of the time, Colonel. I’d be grey haired and wrinkled before I turned thirty.” She pitched the empty bottle in the trash and moved back into the great room. Lifting the cleaned uniforms, she asked. “Where do these go?”

“You can leave them there,” there was a note in Roy’s voice, which warned her to put the uniforms down, and quickly. He was pacing toward her, a determined stalk. Given the size of the room, she knew it wouldn’t take that long to reach her. She put the uniforms on the couch and gave them a pat.

Before she could do much more, he’d grabbed her by the arms and was lifting and pushing her, about an inch from the ground. Her back came in contact with a wall and her breath left her in a gasp. She had no time to inhale, either, because his lips were on her between one frantic heartbeat and the next.
It was fortunate that he hadn’t tasted like that whiskey, or she would have been forced to push him away. Instead, she moaned, and grabbed a double-handful of his shirt, hanging on as he assaulted her senses once again. He swept her hands aside and began yanking on the lapels of her jacket, pulling on the fasteners of her trousers. “I thought you weren’t going to come,” he mumbled again against her mouth, trying to frantically do several things at once. Finally, cursing he released her lips and concentrated on divesting her of her clothing. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought that perhaps she should slow him, if not stop him completely. Her arms chose then to disobey her.

He gave up on her jacket, and cursed, reaching for her trousers again. She placed her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. She was amazed that she never noticed that scent ... like a lit match, underneath a layer of something spicy. Sparks and black cardamom. It was from the cloth of his gloves, his cologne, residuals all over all exposed parts of his body.

She felt the cloth of her trousers slipping past her hips, her underwear bunched with them. Deft, that. She wriggled a little, and they slipped further down, past her knees.

He was panting against her cheek, even as his hand wandered down, touching her again. His mouth moved in a smile that she could feel in a chuckle she couldn’t hear over her own gasp. He said it again as his fingers moved, fluttering inside of her, finding switches in her that she didn’t know she had, “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

As he somehow manipulated the very breath from her body and sparked a flame that engulfed her from inside, she managed through a breathless sob, “I’m here.”

Fic - Important Lessons

cornerofmadness — Tue, 27 Jan 2015 02:47:52 GMT

Title -- Important Lessons
Author-- cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Roy/Riza
Word Count -- 421
Warning -- none
Summary -- Roy has lessons to learn.
Author’s Note -- Happy holidays, 2014. Written for the fandom_stocking community.

XXX

Important Lessons

Royai doujinshi for sale

julehh — Mon, 26 May 2014 21:59:06 GMT

Hi there,

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1) Internal by scd : Ritsu Saeki - 60pg

2) Human Pain by Hakai Noise / skyprism (Yui Satsuki) - *164pg anthology*

3) Parc Ferme by INSIDE x NOISE - 40pg

1) Internal by scd : Ritsu Saeki
60pgs, 2004

2) Human Pain by Hakai Noise / skyprism (Yui Satsuki)
164pgs, seven story anthology, 2006

3) Parc Ferme by INSIDE x NOISE
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[FMA Fic] You Distracted Me First

bay115 — Mon, 17 Mar 2014 18:02:30 GMT

Title: You Distracted Me First
Rating: PG-13 (T at AO3)
Word Count: 2119
Characters/Pairings: Roy/Riza, Madame Christmas, the Elric brothers, mentions of others
Summary: During Madame Christmas’s farewell party for Roy’s team, he teaches Riza how to play pool. Close to the lesson’s end, she gets distracted by him.
Notes 1: For fmaweek’s prompt “Day 10: OTP” over at Tumblr. Also inspired by this Imagine your OTP prompt (though I have the ending slightly different). Thanks to sonjajade for the great betaing!
Notes 2: This one takes place within my Chasing the Desert series, so at this point I have Maria Ross in Roy’s team while Falman is in Briggs.

Excerpt:
"If you're able to sink that last ball, that's it."

"I think I can handle that," she said, not tearing her eyes off the pool table.

While she tried to find an aim, Roy suddenly pressed himself against her from behind and she flinched. His hands gripped onto her hips and he began kissing the back of her neck.

"Let's see if your concentration is up to par," he whispered hotly into her ear. "Very important in this game."

"Isn't it cheating to be distracting me?"

"Not if I'm still giving the lesson."

AO3 | LJ | DW

Fic: Being Sick

bay115 — Fri, 10 Jan 2014 04:05:08 GMT

Title: Being Sick
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy, Riza
Word Count: 1,149
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Roy gets sick and Riza comes for a visit.
Notes: Written for cornerofmadness for fandom_stocking. Thanks to haganeneko for the great beta! Link takes you to A03 version.

It had been raining off and on in East City the past few days, yet several soldiers went to headquarters not feeling well.

perlaret — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 02:59:51 GMT

Title: Lest the Righteous
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Wordcount: 1,036
Content: Non-graphic mentions of death and Ishval.
Summary: They had not expected the serial killer Scar to be an Ishvallan.

“I meant what I said during the briefing: we can’t let him continue murdering people. We have a responsibility to protect those beneath us, both civilians, our own men, and the State Alchemists under my jurisdiction, and will use lethal force as necessary.” He dropped his eyes then, brow furrowing. “That said, I’m still unsure.”

Heaven and Hell Can Wait

ssadropout — Fri, 14 Jun 2013 19:14:56 GMT

A/N- This is for stephs86_br, who is my beta but did not receive this to beta. I just wrote this in a rush and wanted to get it out for RoyAi Day, which I did on FF.net, at least. It’s a sequel to Disappointed.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6320711/16/A-Mustang-Miscellany Disappointed was a very dark and depressing Roy death fic. The idea behind it was that Roy died, ignominiously drunk from a petty crime, instead of as a hero. stephs86_br convinced me that Disappointed should be a close to death fic and not a death fic. So, happy RoyAi, stephs86_br

XxxxxX
“Here! I’ve found him. He’s alive, but…” It was Havoc’s distraught voice she heard. Her hearing was nearly as sharp as her sight, so she began to run toward the sound. Her legs and arms felt heavy and slow, as if she were under water. But she got there right after Fuery, who was already calling an ambulance on his portable equipment.

“He’s not conscious. Heartbeat is very weak,” Havoc related to Fuery, cradling Mustang’s head in his lap. There was gasping behind her as Breda joined them. “There’s a bad head wound, but the bleeding has pretty much stopped.” He brushed away more flies. How could a man look both dry and bloated?

Hawkeye moved closer and sank to her knees. The smell of urine and feces nearly choked her. She glanced at Havoc, who had tears in his eyes.

Fuery was yelling into the phone. “Hurry. Hurry. This is a dire emergency.” Then he nodded, as the thin wail of a siren threaded toward them. “That’s for us,” he seemed to say directly to Hawkeye. “Yes. Thanks,” back into the phone.

XxxxxX
They hadn’t worried about him until late morning the first day. Mustang had never let specific tour of duty hours cramp his style, but he was always in by 10:00. He hadn’t answered his phone. They did their work- sort of. The men didn’t comment on Hawkeye’s frequent trips to the telephone.

At quitting time, Havoc went over to Hawkeye. “C’mon. I’ll go over with you and we’ll check it out.” She nodded curtly. He wondered if they’d have to break in or if she had a key. If they had to break in, he sure hoped there weren’t any alchemic wards.

Of course, she did have the key. “In case he loses it,” she explained. Havoc sadly thought that it might be true. Most of the men soldiers thought that those two were lovers. Most of the women in the army thought that Mustang would never go for such a hard ass. The soldiers that knew them best just wanted them to be happy.

It was clear that he had not been home. Havoc ventured, “Maybe we should call Madame…”

“She hasn’t heard from him. She’ll call if she does.” Hawkeye sighed. “Take me home and be in on time tomorrow.”
When Mustang didn’t show up or answer his phone the next day, they began searching. They knew where to start. With any freaking bar or dive in the city. Not that that helped much. He seemed to have been to at least four of them two nights ago.

But then, there he was.

XxxxxX
The medic frowned. “His vital signs are very poor.” And then, Mustang’s heart must have stopped, because one medic was breathing into his mouth while the other pounded on his chest. As soon as he was breathing on his own again, they got him into the ambulance. The oxygen seemed to be helping. The nails on the fingers that Riza was holding in her hand seemed less blue.

XxxxxX
They were in the waiting room for hours that seemed like days. Breda thought it meant that they were helping him. That they hadn’t given up. Other than that, no one talked.

Fuery, Breda, Havoc, and Hawkeye rose as one when the doctor appeared.

“He has been stabilized. He had suffered a very bad beating, probably by a couple of thugs. His wallet is gone, and there is evidence that he may have consumed a large quantity of alcohol. He has a severe concussion, internal injuries, and a broken leg. While unconscious, he was bitten by flies and rats causing infections, and he was dehydrated. I suppose you understand that he was dead for several seconds, but his brain was not deprived of oxygen long enough to cause permanent damage. He’s drifting in and out of consciousness. Any questions?”

Breda was the one who asked, “Will he be all right?”

“It’s touch and go right now, but he is getting the best care possible. If he wants to live, he probably will. He’d like to see Lieutenant Hawkeye. Is that one of you?”

“I am Hawkeye, Doctor.”

As they walked, the doctor restated that Mustang was not completely conscious all of the time. He might not be able to talk much. A nurse would be with him until a time when he did not need constant oversight.

XxxxxX
His hair had been shaved in places so that his wounds could be cleaned. It had been too late for stitches. He was still getting oxygen, but only by cannula. Strangely, what upset her most was that the bruise under his left eye was so dark that his lashes blended instead of contrasting against his pale skin. He had been cleaned up and put into a fresh hospital gown. His leg was in traction.

She wanted to take his hand but not to disturb his peace. His lashes did not even flutter.

“Lieutenant?” Barely whispered. Probably just in his sleep.

“Are you there, Lieutenant?”

“Colonel. Sir! I‘m here”

His eyes fluttered open. “You’re not an angel?”

She scoffed. “You think that you’d see angels?”

The sound that came out of him was too weak to be called a laugh.

“I did think that I was dead, though.”

Now it was difficult for her to get the words out through the tears. He voice was ragged. “You were. You were dead. For a minute.”

He tried to sit up and couldn’t. He could move his hand, so he reached out to her. “I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t on a mission. We have so much to do and so many enemies, and you go out and get drunk and get mugged by crooks. You could still die.”

“No, I can’t, Lieutenant. Maybe if you weren’t so mad at me I could.”

She hadn’t realized that she had been yelling. And shaking her fist at the Colonel. The nurse, who had been checking something across the room had hurried back to the bed to control Hawkeye, but Mustang gave her a weak wave.

“I plan to live, Lieutenant. I think that I even want to.” His black eyes suddenly had that look. The look.

“That look isn’t going to make me any less angry!” she said as evenly as she could. “He likes to make me angry,” she muttered to the nurse.
His eyes had closed again, and he looked like he had fallen into a comfortable sleep. But then-

“I love to make you laugh, too.” He reached out and took her hand.

The nurse shook her head and went back to her project.

[FMA Fic] Dogs Walking All Over

bay115 — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 07:30:31 GMT

Title: Dogs Walking All Over
Characters: Roy/Riza, Maria, Hayate
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sexytimes
Word Count: 1354
Summary: Riza makes sure Roy gets why she doesn’t want the dog on the furniture.
Notes: For the Reverse Remix challenge. likeadeucerequested I remix her fic Going to the Dogs and this is the result. Also for Royai Day because might as well, haha. Thanks to sonjajade for the great betaing! Story crossposted at my LJ and other places.

Her dog, her bed, her house—that should be clear enough for Roy.

Also at:
DW | AO3

Need translation

joanther — Fri, 17 May 2013 01:08:05 GMT

I just bought an awesome doujinshi about RoyRiza (it contains the scene when Riza showed Roy her back and Roy's reaction, the scene at Ishbal, the scene when Roy burned Riza's back and he took care of her injure,...) and want to translate it so fan RoyRiza could read it. But I don't know Japanese. I wonder is there anyone who know Japanese want to co-operate with me? I could do the edition and everything else, just the translation part I couldn't. :(

The Conflagration Codex: Chapter Two

turtleyurtle1 — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 19:32:51 GMT

Title: The Conflagration Codex - Chapter Two
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist Manga/Brotherhood.
Word Count: 2,962
Rating: M
Notes: Pre-Canon AU - Roy/Riza.
Summary | Following the death of her father, Riza Hawkeye reunites with his ex-apprentice, Roy Mustang. Between them both, they must unlock the secrets of Flame Alchemy, and discover the true beginnings of their path forwards.

Snippet | “I want you to be the Flame Alchemist. Maybe that will mean you’ll be the most powerful alchemist the world will see. Maybe it won’t.”

Find it on: AO3| FFN | Soldier’s Element

x-posted

The Conflagration Codex: Chapter One

turtleyurtle1 — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 17:18:08 GMT

Title: The Conflagration Codex
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist Manga/Brotherhood.
Word Count: 3,358
Rating: M
Notes: Pre-Canon AU - Roy/Riza. Part 3 of The Soldier’s Element series. While this piece is technically a sequel to The Concupiscence Conjectures and The Logogriph Letters, it may be read without prior knowledge of the Soldier’s Element series and as a stand-alone.

Summary | Following the death of her father, Riza Hawkeye reunites with his ex-apprentice, Roy Mustang. Between them both, they must unlock the secrets of Flame Alchemy, and discover the true beginnings of their path forwards.

Snippet | “—now I have my father’s most precious thing, and I can control it. That’s where you come in.”

Find it on: AO3 | FFN | Soldier’s Element

x-posted everywhere.

[FMA Fic] We're Fading Fast

bay115 — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 02:05:36 GMT

Title: We're Fading Fast
Author: bay115
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,161 Words
Characters: Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia
Warnings: Sexy times
Summary: Roy and Riza goes to Hughes' wedding together and right after have a moment to themselves.
Notes: For this prompt from the Kisses Down Low Oral Sex Fanfest. Title comes from Fall Out Boy's "Miss Missing You." Huge thanks to sonjajade for the great betaing! Crossposted to my LJ and other places.

It was then only natural that they go to Central together for the special occasion.

Also at:
DW | AO3

A Roy/Riza mini-meta thing

rosaxx50 — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 23:09:59 GMT

Top 5 pairings (of all time)

Note/Explanation: I was asked as part of a meme to write about my top 5 pairings. Roy/Riza was one of these, of course, so I wrote a mini-meta on them. I thought it might be of some interest? (Scroll down slightly)

FIC - Reverberations, Ch16: Splash

antigone_rex — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 01:52:14 GMT

Title: Reverberations

Author: antigone_rex

Rating: PG13 / Teen
Status: Ongoing

Characters: Roy Mustang / Riza Hawkeye (Royai)

Warning: Set post-manga. Violence and other stuff.

Summary: Mustang and Hawkeye's relationship is tested in the aftermath of the promised day. A new enemy emerges, threatening efforts to rebuild Ishval. Meanwhile a resistance group makes plans of its own...

Find previous chapters here.

Chapter 16: Splash

Fanart: Diorama with Puppy Pile

astridv — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 22:11:43 GMT

Hey! I turned a Royai fanart I made a while ago into a Diorama.
Link to Deviantart
Characters: Riza, Roy, Hayate and pups.
Rating: G
Preview:

Looking for a fic...

lianabanana7 — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 01:10:07 GMT

Hey guys!

I'm looking for a fic that I read quite a while ago on LJ. Obviously it is Royai--I don't remember the title or author, but maybe it'll sound familiar to some of you. It was a short fic set to the lyrics of Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, and followed the lives of Roy and Riza from their time as young kids and ended with their deaths in front of a firing squad.

Anyone have any idea? Thanks!

[FMA Fic] The Five Times Roy and Riza Relax Outside of Work

bay115 — Fri, 08 Mar 2013 20:51:45 GMT

Title: The Five Times Roy and Riza Relax Outside of Work
Author: bay115
Genre: Romance/Slice of Life
Rating: PG-13 overall, R on the last piece of collection
Word Count: 5,570
Characters/Pairings:: Roy/Riza, Grumman, one of Madame Christmas’s girls
Warnings: Mild sex
Summary: Despite their busy schedule, Roy and Riza are able to have time to enjoy themselves.
Notes: For the 2012-2013 reverse fmabigbang. I want to thank kriem for making the beautiful Roy/Riza art I was assigned with and also doing extra ones for this story! Also big thanks to sonjajade for the great betaing! There are a couple references to my last Big Bang story, Chasing the Desert, but you don’t need to read that fic to get this one. Crossposted to my LJ and other places.

Is this the fishing trip you wanted to take Elizabeth?

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[FMA Fic] Nothing Without You

bay115 — Sun, 17 Feb 2013 21:12:12 GMT

Title: Nothing Without You
Author: bay115
Character/Pairing: Roy/Riza
Rating: PG
Word Count: 674
Summary: He's nothing without her.
Notes: For the RomCom Ficathon, the prompt Roy/Riza, post-Promised Day (manga/Brotherhood verse), nothing without you. Thanks to sonjajade for the great betaing! Link takes you to the ficathon.

She also couldn’t believe that they made it out alive; the eve before the Promised Day she wasn’t sure what their fate would be.

[FMA Fic] Chocolate

bay115 — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 20:00:04 GMT

Title: Chocolate
Author: bay115
Character/Pairing: Roy/Riza
Rating: G
Word Count 466
Summary: Roy's next romantic gesture is a box of chocolate.
Notes: For fmagiftexchange prompt, "Roy/Riza, He thinks he's so romantic." Crossposting to my LJ and other places.

They sat on the couch together, the several files spreading all over the coffee table.

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FIC - Reverberations, Ch14: Din

antigone_rex — Tue, 05 Feb 2013 03:04:17 GMT

Title: Reverberations
Author antigone_rex
Status: Ongoing
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Rating: Teen / PG13
Warnings: Set post-manga. Violence and other stuff.
Summary: Mustang and Hawkeye's relationship is tested in the aftermath of the Promised Day. A new enemy emerges, threatening their efforts to rebuild Ishval. Meanwhile a resistance group in the Ishvalan camp make plans of their own...

Chapter 14: Din - Help from a stranger. Identity revealed.

Read latest chapte here.

Previous chapter here.

Fic: wash your sins away in the movement of your body with mine (1/1)

sceptick — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 21:54:37 GMT

Author: sceptick
Series: fma:b/manga
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for explicit sexuality. Light D/s (dom!Riza) with bondage (handcuffs.)
Pairing(s): Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 2,028
Summary: He's been in that mood all day. The mood that most people would interpret as “I am superior to everyone around me and they should really stop bothering me with their inane problems immediately,” but that really means “I am the worst human being alive and completely incapable of dealing with all of these people’s problems, so they should really stop bothering me immediately.” She's become intimately familiar with it, over the years.

Read it here!

Fic: The Way Forward (1/1)

sceptick — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 22:38:16 GMT

Author: sceptick
Series: fma:b/manga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pairing(s): Roy/Riza
Disclaimer/Notes: I own nothing. Many thanks to tellmeohtellme for reading this through with me <3
Word Count: 3,155
Summary: A wholly different promised day. Or, that one time Roy Mustang had a bit of a nervous breakdown because the election results were taking too long.

Read it here.

Fic - Bullets and Gold

cornerofmadness — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 03:40:41 GMT

Title --Bullets and Gold
Author-- cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all. I’m just having fun.
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Riza point of view, Roy/Riza
Timeline -- Post 108
Word Count -- 1,000
Warning -- none
Summary -- She’s trading one type of metal for another.
Author’s Note -- written for the picfor1000’s 2013 challenge. Here is my inspirational picture. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.

Her life didn’t turn out exactly as planned

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