A Roy and Riza FanfictionFMA Roy x Riza FanficA Roy and Riza Fanfiction4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of those dimly lit, warm Central nights. A casual-clad Riza, a bag of groceries wrapped in her arm, was making her way home from the store. She sighed and looked up at the starry sky as she walked. The heels of her boots clicked rhythmically against the sidewalk. She looked down and sighed. Shopping took longer than she expected, and she was scolding herself in her mind for not leaving earlier. She shook her head silently to herself.
As she kept on her way, a streetlight overhead flickered for its last time, and burnt out. As she turned to look up and the sudden loss of light, a quick, hard hold came over her. A strong, meaty arm wrapped around her waist and the cool barrel of a pistol was pressed roughly into the side of her head.
"Hey, don't you know its dangerous for a lady to walk alone in the streets at night? There are bad people out here, miss, and you SURELY wouldn't want to get caught up in that kind of crowd " A slow, deep chuckle emerged
A good night's sleep...If you are reading this, you will realize this is a fanfic. In other words, I do not own ANY of the characters. I repeat: ANY !A good night's sleep...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And on that note
Roy Mustang had been assigned to various projects across Central and Eastern Amestris. And, of course, he had his right-hand lady with him all the way. None other than the gun master herself, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye.
The colonel and his lieutenant had been traveling for almost 2 weeks now, inspecting military equipment and buildings and reviewing the cadets and infantrymen. They commonly used the trains and cabs as affordable transport.
Alas, no bank is in expendable, and money had began to run short. With only a little less than a week left of their journey, money had become a rather tight resource. It was time for certain accommodations to be changed
Damn, was the only word Roy Mustang
Another Long RoyxRiza FicI wasn't going to start writing fanfics again, but due to the recent spike of popularity on both deviant and fan fiction, I figured I'd try another!Another Long RoyxRiza Fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blue-clad soldiers swarmed into a dilapidated, shady-looking building. The enemy base was cracked with mosses and fungi dripping from the walls, long , winding cracks and missing bricks in weathered walls. The floor was of dusty stone, coated in a fine powder of sand.
Blue soldiers ran about the place, storming each of its vast and many caverns with pistols and rifles at the ready. "Stay behind me," Riza whispered sternly to the colonel behind her. She stood right in front of him, crouched slightly. They were getting ready to storm into the deepest room in the base. A weak wooden door blocked the path. She motioned to him with her gun. A pistol was cocked and ready in her hand. Her tight black shirt and standard blue military pants complimented the stern soldierly look on her face, framed by her loose golden hair. Mustang stoo
Open to Comfort...A slender blonde figure clad in blue was walking down the dark Central sidewalk. Her standard military-issue boots clacked quietly against the concrete path. A gun holster gently clicked with every step. It was First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, walking home after a long day of paperwork, threats with bullets, and babysitting the colonel. She couldnt wait to get home and finally lie down.Open to Comfort...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Right when she entered the door of her apartment, the phone on the side table started to ring. Riza placed her military coat on the hanger adjacent to the door and quickly picked up the pouncing black ball of fur on the floor.
Hello? Hawkeye residence. Riza stated, still formal as ever. A unfamiliar mans voice responded. Hey. This is the bartender from the local pub. Are you a Miss Riza Hawkeye? he inquired to the lieutenant. Yes. was all she needed to say. Black Hayate, still in her arms, licked her cheek lightly. Well, Miss Hawkeye, do you know a Mr.
Keeping you Company_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Keeping you Company7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In Central City of Amestris, an outbreak of rebellions have occurred. Civilians armed with firearms ranging from standard to illegal have started to terrorize Central. Their prerogative, unknown. Motives, unknown. Leader, unknown. All that anyone knows is that the military must put a stop to these dangerous outbursts, to keep the peace, save innocent lives and halt this rebellion to prevent a new war. This is where our favorite military personnel come in
Damnit, get down!, Backup! We need backup! , Clear the way! Unless you want your asses transmuted, make way for the State Alchemists! Shouts rang through the dark, abandoned back-allies of Central. Orders, shots, rebellion. Military-issued boots clacking against the rubble scattered along the cracked pavement. Rifles, pistols, and other firearms cocking and firing. A snap, perhaps, flames. An armored fist launch
This lacks a title...Every day at Central HQ was just another day of slacking. Subordinates ran amuck while dodging bullets, and a certain colonel sat at his desk, unamused. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye was the only soldier in there with work in mind, and she was really the only one who could hold the office together.This lacks a title...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today was no different from any other day. Riza Hawkeye stood outside the colonels office, ready to make everyone work for once. The whole previous week was filled with unproductiveness. Mustang simply sat at his desk, toying with a ballpoint pen, when he could have been using it to sign the mountains of important documents stacked around his desk. Subordinates nonchalantly waltzed in and out of the office, obviously unproductive. She sighed, realizing she could only gain control by force. She pulled out a ivory-clad dueling pistol, special for the occasion, held it up in the air, and opened the door.
Right as she stepped int
Just stay with me Roy Mustang was lying in his bedroom, looking up at an invisible something embedded in the ceiling. He had a bottle of scotch in one hand, slowly draining the vile liquid and emptying the bottle into his system. Empty bottles of beer and other various liquor products rolled across the floor. His uniform was in disarray; his military jacket open and undershirt sloppily exposed. A look that can only simply be described as sad shrouded his usually handsome face. Memories. He was trying to drown away the memories, the pain, in anyway possible. He sighed, and downed the rest of the scotch.Just stay with me7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He realized that he had emptied the entire stock of alcohol in his bedroom, so he ventured downstairs quite wobbly. He had consumed close to deadly amounts of alcohol, and his mind and body didnt act in sync. He stumbled off the stairs and to the counter, where a half empty bottle of whisky was place
Chilly Central Nights...-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Chilly Central Nights...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a chilly winter night in Eastern HQ. A lonely Flame Colonel was sitting in the frigid office all by his lonesome. His subordinates have fled to the local pub quite a while earlier, and First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye had asked for permission to leave about a half an hour earlier. Her actions puzzled him, since she would usually stay late, to finish up her work or to baby sit him. But he waved her his permission as she took Black Hayate and left.
But the Colonel could not take the silence any more. He decided to leave his paperwork until after he came back from the weekends break. Hell take the bullets later. But the silence, the low temperature, and the lack of company made him uncomfortable, and so hed just put it all off until he had some military personnel in the office. Always the procrastinator.
As he left the office, he slipped his arms into the long, heave black coat hanging near the entrance. As he walked down the ste
The Chopper Fic...In Central HQ, a rather unenthusiastic colonel was slumped over his desk. Papers coated his desk, folding over the sides and spilling onto the floor. And he just sat there. Bored. His ebony eyes glazed over in disconcern, completing the bored ensemble that is his current expression. Military personnels heavy boots clacking against the cold tile in the hall would momentarily awake the Flame from his bored slumber. But soon after the boots in the hall were no more than an vanishing echo, he would be back in his previous, oblivious state, staring blankly at an invisible something imbedded in the office wall.The Chopper Fic...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed like another, usual late-nighter at Eastern HQ.
Well, so it seemed.
The shrill ringing of the old-fashioned phone on his desk startled him, causing him to awaken from his boredom-educed stupor as well as causing him to jump out of his seat a bit. Besides the echo of standard-issue boots in the adjacent hall, it was relatively quiet.
He clasped his gloved hand around th