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were none of y'all going to tell me hiromu arakawa drew a new royai comic or was I just going to have to find that out on twitter myself
Welcome To The Monster Factory
Royai Week Day 1- Letter
This is the only fic that I have written for Royai Week (thus far.) I may post even more rushed goobledegook or may not.
I hc that Riza and Roy grew apart, especially after Berthold died, but the horrors of Ishval brought them back together and bonded them with that unbreakable Royai superglue.
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Roy fell onto his cot and sobbed. He couldn’t believe that Riza Hawkeye had ended up in this shithole. When he’d seen her, his head had filled with a blinding and deafening buzzing. Not only had he perverted the flame alchemy she’d given him, but he’d also poisoned her with his naive vision of the military. She should be in Teachers College or Nursing School. Even married, not that he liked that idea. Anywhere but here.
He stood up and paced rapidly. He would never excuse himself for what he was doing, but he really wanted her to understand, even a little. He was gutless, but he knew right from wrong. He wanted to do the right thing. He was just too afraid. He needed her to believe that he was not a bad man. Or, at least, he did not want to be a bad man.
But he couldn’t face her. He felt like he was drowning in shame. Choking on guilt. He threw himself back down on the sand-coated cot, nearly injuring himself on the stuff beneath. He sat up, and pulled a metal box out from under it. The box held his writing implements and paper, and also served as a writing surface. He lit the gas lamp.
How should he even address her? Not Riza. He’d been a terrible friend to her. Not Miss Hawkeye. Cadet was too impersonal. Shit. Finally:
Miss Riza,
I didn’t think that there was anything that could have made me feel sicker than what I have been doing to the Ishvallans, but then I saw YOU HERE.
For me, you being here does make one thing easier. I don’t have to explain to you what I’ve done with the gift you gave me, with your father’s life’s work. You’ve seen it. You know that there was no way that any confession I made to you would communicate my travesties. Seeing is worth a million words.
I have no excuses. If I were the man that I thought I was or hoped to be, I would have disobeyed orders. Maybe deserted. Maybe killed myself. But I’m no hero. I am a weak shadow of a man who can’t stand up for what is right. Maybe I’m not a man. I’ve turned into a monster.
I have a lot to answer for, especially to you. Your father asked me to look after you, and I never even checked up on you after he died and we buried him. I never asked if you needed anything. That’s no way to keep a promise or treat a friend. We were friends. I do think of you as a friend
I hate being a monster, but I don’t know how to stop while this “war” goes on. I’m trapped like the rat I am.
Miss Riza, I still want to help people. When this hell is over, if I still exist, I am going to try again. I understand that you must hate me, and you should. I hate myself. I do not expect forgiveness.
I just need you to know how sorry I am and that I will try to do better in the future.
Yours,
Roy Mustang
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Riza read the letter again. It had been slipped into her tent as she slept. She had no tears. In the short time she had been here, Ishval, with its punishing sun, had already dried her up. And, in the short time she had been here, she was already aware that she was in the process of a hideous metamorphosis. Major Mustang… Roy was wrong to put so much blame on himself. This was a monster factory.
No wonder he was afraid to rebel or run away. The repercussions would be devastating. The choices they had were really no choices at all.
When she had first arrived and seen what he had done, the emotion she had felt burned through her. It could have been hate. It most certainly was the most scorching anger she had ever felt. When her father had told her about the tattoo, her reaction had been one of numbness. Her father hadn’t been her friend. Roy’s actions were a real betrayal. He hadn’t been a good friend lately, but he had when they lived together. She felt connected to him, even though he was no longer the silly confident boy she had known.
He didn’t ask for forgiveness, but she might need to give it almost as much as he surely needed to get it. It was now close to her time to kill. Then she’d sleep on how she wanted to deal with him.
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He looked up at the sound of the knock on his tent support. “Enter… Miss Riza?” He stood.
“I don’t hate you, Major. I’d like to talk, if you would.”
So, that’s how it would be- ranks. But he was relieved that it would be, that she would talk to him. He gestured toward his cot. “Please have a seat, Cadet.”
Their Way
A/N- Royai wedding fluff! I didn’t know how to accessorize Riza’s dress. The idea for her jewelry (I wanted her to wear some) is from a forum on theknot.com. I don’t see her wearing a veil.
The large parlor in the Fuhrer’s mansion had been made cozy with casual arrangements of wildflowers. The sun shone through the large bay windows, but the room temperature was comfortable. They had opted to use upholstered chairs from around the house- there were enough of them- instead of the usual folding or hard wooden chairs for such an event. For the most part, the guests sat chatting happily in anticipation of what was to come. It wasn’t a large gathering, and the good mood was contagious- unless one was not capable of a good mood.
General Armstrong growled and rattled her sword. “Where is that punk Mustang? I swear, if he hurts Hawkeye, I’ll rid him of his sword with my sword!”
“Oh, dear Sister, it’s still early. I’m certain he would never do such a thing. The love between them is strong and true.” Alex Louis could not hold back tears, and his sister scoffed.
The general stared at the temporary platform at the front of the room. Grumman sat calmly but alone on the riser under a canopy of more wildflowers. He looked as if nothing were wrong. In fact, he had a huge smile on his face.
“He’d better get up there soon, even if Hawkeye deserves so much better than him. I suppose she is allowed one fault. There’s no accounting for taste.”
Her brother wrinkled his expressive brows. “I wonder why Fuhrer Grumman is waiting up there. If he is Captain Hawkeye’s grandfather, why isn’t he walking her down the aisle?” Olivier just growled again.
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Riza stared at herself in the vanity mirror as Rebecca fussed with her hair. Riza rolled her eyes, because there really was nothing to fix about the elegant chignon, but she said nothing.
The wedding, while still small by most standards, was larger than she and Roy had originally wanted. They had figured on a ceremony at City Hall with the team, her grandfather, and Madame. However, when their engagement was announced, congratulations from some people slightly outside their inner circle made them rethink the plan. Dr. Marcoh had restored Roy’s sight and made so much possible for them. Dr. Knox had always been there when Roy had needed him. Gracia… how had they ever considered leaving her and Elysia out? And, Edward Elric had made it clear that he didn’t give a shit about Mustang, but he and his family would be there in case Riza came to her senses and wanted to escape. So, it became an actual wedding with Rebecca and Havoc as attendants. An arf interrupted her thoughts, and she ruffled her ring bearer’s fur. Roy had immediately agreed to Hayate being involved in their big day.
Once she had decided to wear a dress, she lamented not having a wedding dress from her mother. Her mother and father had eloped, and there had been nothing to remember their wedding by except an official piece of paper. It would be very different for Riza and Roy. Gracia was carrying on for Maes, and she had already snapped an album’s worth of photos.
Riza stood to stretch. It was nearly time to get the show on the road. She twisted to observe herself from all angles. The champagne colored dress was plainish- no, simple, not plain. It had detail but was unfussy. It fell around her body perfectly. After their engagement, Roy had had a jeweler make a necklace and earrings from pearls and some crystals he had transmuted. The jewelry was another example of his instinct about her. He had known nothing about her dress, but the accessories were perfect. He had even known that she never wore bracelets. Her bouquet of wildflowers lay on the dresser.
“I’m ready,” she said with a serene smile. “See if the boys are ready.”
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Madame had gone to check on the groom’s progress, and she reported to Grumman, whispering several words in his ear. Grumman rolled his eyes, even though it was only five minutes past the intended start. He addressed the audience, which quieted quickly for the Fuhrer. With a grin, he announced, “I believe that this is the first time Riza Hawkeye has ever been late for anything! The ceremony should begin in the next few minutes.” He felt like the cat that had swallowed the canary. He’d secretly requested that Mustang be assigned to him immediately after Ishval and had been more than thrilled when his estranged granddaughter had joined the young officer. The old man had immediately decided that Mustang would be his grandson-in-law, but it had taken him much too long to accomplish this. Who would have thought that he’d be Fuhrer before that idiot couple married?
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Roy was shaking. He hoped that his hands would steady enough that he could get the ring on her finger. He wasn’t really nervous. They had been together in one way or another for more than half of their lives, and they had loved each other, if imperfectly, for many years. This day was really a dream come true. He just wanted everything to be perfect for her, and he didn’t want to be an embarrassment. He tried to keep his hands away from his hair, which looked neat for once. Breda smoothed Roy’s dress uniform but said, “Lookin’ good!” Except for Havoc and Mustang, the men left for the parlor.
There was a knock at the door. Rebecca peeked in and said, “It’s time.” Then she smiled and looked Roy directly in the eyes. “If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you.” Rebecca went back to the bride’s room.
Havoc whispered, “I’m pretty sure she means it.”
The two men walked into the hall, and the bride’s door opened. Roy’s hands stilled the moment that he saw her. She put her arm through his so that she could hold her bouquet. Hayate yipped around their ankles.
“You look so beautiful,” he softly declared. “You look just like yourself but moreso.”
She wiped the tear that ran down his cheek. “Oh, Roy, are you beginning to cry already?” she laughed. She leaned into him, and he reciprocated.
Hayate took his place at the head of the small procession. Jean and Rebecca linked arms behind the pup. Riza hadn’t really liked the idea of being given away. She had been living her own life and making her own decisions since she was nineteen. Grumman might have been a little hurt when they told him, but he had perked up when they asked him to officiate. Roy had long wanted Riza by his side instead of two steps behind. Already inseparable, they walked each other down the aisle like the true pair they already were.
I’m in tears.
So basically Roy getting his eyesight back because I haven’t posted anything in a while.
I don’t think that I re-blogged this before. What a fool was I!
So basically Roy getting his eyesight back because I haven’t posted anything in a while.
Rating Riza’s Wedding
I don’t really believe that Riza and Roy would ever marry (sob), but I’m not here to discuss that. I must be a romantic at heart, because this is my second Royai wedding fic in a row.
Has anyone watched the TV show Four Weddings? It’s a program on TLC (The Learning Channel- where you mostly learn about hoarders or people with double digit numbers of children.) On Four Weddings, one of the less messy and less noisy shows, four women, who have just met, attend each others’ weddings and rate them. The couple with the highest rated wedding wins a honeymoon. Imagine that Riza and Roy decide to compete. Obviously, this is totally a crack fic.
Slightly foul language is within.
Roy and Riza are the last of the four couples to be wed, so she is Bride Number Four. I couldn’t (was too lazy to?) come up with a good way to give this a plot, so it’s just Roy’s and Riza’s and the other brides’ comments on the wedding.
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Bride Number One: I’m giving Riza’s wedding a six out of ten. The wedding really showed how much she and the groom love each other, but she really didn’t have a theme, and her decorations were just so-so. What I really didn’t like was that her dress made her seem older. She’s a beautiful girl- for her age- but her dress was so simple, and it covered too much. I would have liked to see her in something more modern and revealing. Something tight like a mermaid dress. And, what was that with such a high back? She looks like she’s in good shape. She should show some sex appeal.
Bride Number Two: I have to give Riza a three out of ten, because I was just scared shitless the entire time. First, a huge glowering Ishvalan man with a scar on his face was seated right behind me. Right across the aisle was a nearly bald even HUGER man who was crying. Then, the officiant, who was listed as Riza’s grandfather, wore a dress. At one point, a window accidentally slammed shut, and Riza pulled two guns out of her dress, and her groom pulled gloves out of his pockets and donned them. They swiftly turned so that they were back to back and surveyed the room. Meanwhile, four of their friends jumped up, also with guns drawn, and checked all of the windows and doors. Riza’s grandfather (?) just laughed. So did a young man with a blond braid. His even blonder date hit him with a wrench, so I got the idea that it might have been a prank of his. I just really wanted to get out of there. If I’d had a ride, I’d have skipped out on the reception.
Bride Number Three: Riza’s wedding was a hard ten! That wedding was as wild af. The ceremony was nuts.There was even a dog in the procession. But the reception… it was the best party I’ve ever been to. I loved it when the groom reached for the bride’s garter but kept pulling out guns and knives as the crowd cheered. She must have had a cache under that skirt. I didn’t get it at first. Was she trying to warn her groom away? Then, the dark-haired woman who was Riza’s attendant yelled, “So you’re travelling light today, Riz?” I wondered why she didn’t shoot the bouquet down after she tossed it! Apparently, Riza always carries several weapons for some reason. I know she was in the Army. She didn’t seem paranoid when we were hanging out at the other weddings. Someone said that she’s very protective of her groom.
And speaking of the groom, I wondered why he pulled gloves on during the ceremony. With Riza being so tough, I wondered if he was a shrinking violet. NOPE! The reception hall had very low lighting when we came in. The happy couple entered. After kissing Riza, he gloved up and snapped his fingers. With that snap, he lit all of the candles on all of the tables. Best of all,
He came around to make sure all of our platters were hot, and he warmed them up if needed. That guy is a hottie in more than one way.
I’m sorry. I’ve talked way too much. I hope I can get an uncut recording of those heckin’ nuptials.
Roy: I think we deserve to win, but I’m just relieved that she finally married me. I had a great time. Riza was so beautiful. Almost everything was perfect. I just knew that the window had something to do with Full… Edward. Riza said that I couldn’t flambe him on our wedding day, so I just had the servers keep bringing him glasses of milk.
Riza: It went surprisingly well, given the groom and the audience. I’d trained the participants as well as I could, but they’re all loose cannons. At least I’m finally married to this idiot. Why did I do that?
Fun detail: If you look closely at Riza's skirt slit, there are snaps or buttons along the hem. It's probably a tearaway made to look like a pencil skirt or something similar, but that can be ripped open to allow her quick access to her thigh holster. I wonder who her tailor is.
bold of you to assume riza and roy don’t have a standing stitch & bitch night where riza adjusts her clothes to accommodate a range of weapons while roy embroiders 37 pairs of gloves at a frankly upsetting speed and complains about every single thing that happened to him that week
𝒘𝒆'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍
AAAND the whole set! I actually finished all of this before RoyAi Day and only in 10 days (minus the epilogue) ✨ I’m really proud of myself for that ❤️ (although tbh I don’t know how I did it lol love?)
Hope you enjoyed the journey ❤️🔥 solo posts below! (the epilogue has a different version on its solo post ;D)
chapter i ✦ chapter ii ✦ chapter iii ✦ chapter iv ✦ chapter v ✦ chapter vi ✦ chapter vii ✦ chapter viii ✦ chapter ix ✦ epilogue
Arakawa says ROYAI!
Deserted Island from Hiromu Arakawa (also known as the "Royai is Canon!" comic 😂😂😂). Comic obtained by Robi/kachouhuugetsu.
This is a bookmark from the 20th Anniversary exhibition.
For more translations, go to bit.ly/PeartatoDraws.
All translations are done with the knowledge and consent of the artist (in this case the original user that got the bookmark)
#lemme tell you something about this couple #this is all the touching they ever had in their whole series #62 episodes and this is it #and this fact makes them even more beautiful #they are not about touching or sexual tension or pretty words #these two are all about confidence and reliability and trust and glares and willingness to die for each other #and that’s what love is all about
That awkward moment when you see that you’re being shipped on tumblr but you’re not an “official couple”.
Thanks for the mention fuckyeahthehawkseye ! :D
i have no idea what’s happening in the fma mobile game but the summer event is just royai beach honeymoon. that’s it. 😌
I love them even more than before!
I care them
I don’t think that I ever reposted this before, and I should have. I love the idea of their little sewing session with Roy whining and Riza threatening.
Fun detail: If you look closely at Riza's skirt slit, there are snaps or buttons along the hem. It's probably a tearaway made to look like a pencil skirt or something similar, but that can be ripped open to allow her quick access to her thigh holster. I wonder who her tailor is.
bold of you to assume riza and roy don’t have a standing stitch & bitch night where riza adjusts her clothes to accommodate a range of weapons while roy embroiders 37 pairs of gloves at a frankly upsetting speed and complains about every single thing that happened to him that week
This post made me feel so sad. A second toothbrush would have been a subtle but powerful hint/ confirmation of Royai.
the sexiest thing arakawa could've ever done for us was simply putting a second toothbrush in her cup
May they have many more of these. <3
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