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Garters and Guns

Family Feud was on the TV. 

The question was “What would a groom be surprised to find on his bride’s leg when he tries to get the garter?”

Me: Gun! Hahahaha.

Me: Not really. Roy would expect at least one gun.

Fourth place answer: Gun

fma | social media series: part iv/? → in which some things are worth waiting for.

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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.

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?

So beautiful.

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