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Title: Mother
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Genre: General
Characters / Pairings: Royai, Edward and Alphonse are mentioned
Rating: PG
Summary: Whenever Roy saw her, whether her hair was long or short (as it was before) he would always imagine her as a mother.
Whenever Roy saw her, whether her hair was long or short (as it was before) he would always imagine her as a mother. She would stand with Edward in a protective manner before he would enter his office. A stern glare to Roy conveyed her message so directly that he would smirk in response telling her that he could not help the facts. After their meeting (often cut short because of Edward’s yelling, ‘What do you mean that small people have small handwriting!’) he would see Edward scoffing - or complaining, it depended on your interpretation - to her. Roy would shrug his shoulders when she would glare at them.
Alphonse seemed to talk to her much; occasionally he would see her pause while she polished her gun and wipe some grime off of his armor. She would listen to Edward complain about him (even if he was still in the room) and would stop fights between the two. When they would leave, Roy would watch her in silence as she would silently finish her book.
“Are you going to finish that paperwork?” She would ask him.
“No.” He would reply, forcing her to cross her legs.
“Then we’ll be here all night.” She sighed as she dragged another book of her bottomless pit of a handbag. He signed form after form, dragged in the web of bureaucracy; he would let his mind stray. He would imagine her standing over a stove making dinner in their mansion. Although, then again, he would look over her form in the corner, eyes lightly drooping, a small yawn and then in some twisted vision (spawned by tiredness no doubt) he would imagine her coming home with general stripes and walking up to him, groping him and pulling him into the bedroom. He would argue that he had the dishes to wash, and - she would kiss him.
Give mama some sugar.
“I’m sorry?” Roy blinked when he looked up at her. She frowned and placed her hands on her hips, “Do you want sugar in your tea, Sir?”
He nodded and watched her as she left the small office. She swung hips in a feminine way, but not overtly flirtatious as he had seen the women he was with. When she returned, placed the tea down carefully and drained the tea-bag for him. He brushes her hands as he relieved her of the tea.
He was never one to think about marriage (- he signed a tax budget form for the military), but he would like to think that his wife (- another one signed on Edward’s report, approving it to be sent to Central) was like her. But, really, weren’t they already a family? She was the overprotective the mother to Edward and Alphonse, and at the time trying to keep her spouse (Roy smirked) under control?
It was times like these that made him wish that he had the courage to close the door and do her right there and then. Until then, all he could do was rise to the top so he could repeal the absurd fraternization law.