Take Your Mercy Down, Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Winry
Title: Take Your Mercy Down
Author: sheepfairy
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Winry
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 2000
Prompt: Roy/Winry - I love my angst with these two, but a suitably cute story
would also be great. I prefer anime!tragicness, since I haven't read
the manga. Something post ed!leaving, maybe involving some pwp? Any
rainy day chance meeting is adored.
Warnings: kind of PWP-y
Summary: Winry loses her family a second time.
When he sees her on the street corner it takes him a moment to recognize her. It's been a long time since he last saw her and she's grown some, but she still looks disconcertingly like the girl in the photo he took from her parents. He almost turns to take another route home, but she notices him before he has a chance to move away.
"Mr. Mustang?"
"Hello, Ms. Rockbell. I though you'd left central already."
She shrugs. "There were some things I wanted to take care of here first. I was looking for you, actually."
"Really?" He's surprised, because he would have thought he'd be the last person she'd ever talk to willingly.
"I was talking to Ms. Hawkeye earlier, and she says that you were there when Ed and Al disappeared into the other world."
"Yes, that's true."
"I was wondering if you would mind talking to me about it? It's just that I barely even got to see the two of them at all, and then they were gone again." She twists a strand of hair nervously between her fingers as she talks, and Roy assumes that she's just as nervous talking to him as he is talking to her. And as much as he would like to say no, so that can withdraw back into the state of solitude that he's lived in for the past two years, he knows that he owes her this conversation.
"Of course. The place I'm staying at isn't very far from here. Would you mind coming to my hotel room? Or would you rather go somewhere else?"
"The hotel sounds fine."
She follows Roy in silence, and even though it's awkward he knows that trying to make small talk would be even worse. Instead he takes the time to try to figure out exactly what it is that he plans to say to her. He wrote her letters while he was up north, letters that he was never brave enough to mail, because how could he ever find the right words to apologize for killing her family? There aren't words. Some things are just unforgivable.
By the time they reach the hotel room he still has no idea of how to proceed. He feels a twinge of additional shame at the dirty clothes and papers spread across the room, but Winry doesn't seem to mind. She's probably used to a certain amount of clutter after spending so much time with Ed and Al.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asks, glad to finally have a reason to break the silence. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, because it's the one thing guaranteed to loosen him up. He's felt like he was walking on pins and needles ever since he got back to Central, and Winry's presence isn't helping matters any.
"I'll have what ever you're having."
He pours her a glass, and for a second he wonders if she's had much experience with hard liquor. But she doesn't flinch when she takes a drink, and he figures she'll be fine with it. He gestures toward the table and after she sits down he seats himself on the opposite side of the table. It's a small table and he feels too close to her for comfort, but the only other options are the floor and the bed, and neither of them strikes him as a good idea.
"I saw both of them before they chased down that monster in the plane," she says. "Ms. Hawkeye said you followed them up a few minutes later."
"Yes," says Roy, taking a drink before he continues. "Even though we'd defeated the enemy forces, Ed had to go back through the gateway and destroy it from the other side to make sure nothing else came through. I stayed behind to destroy it from this side."
"And Al went with him?"
Roy remembers Al struggling against him to get to his brother. If he'd done a better job of holding onto Al, then Winry wouldn't be so alone now. But it's too late to change any of that. "He wouldn't let his brother go alone."
Winry stares down at the table instead of looking at him while she speaks. "I think I wish they'd taken me with them. Or that they'd just stayed. I mean, did they both have to go? How is that fair?" She starts sobbing, and the fact that Roy was expecting her to cry doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
"I'm sure they would have stayed with you if they could have," says Roy. It's not quite true, though - he should have been the one to go to the other world, and then both of the brothers could have stayed behind with Winry and everyone else. Riza and the others had functioned fine without him for two years; they would have kept on after he was gone. "Before he left, Ed told me to thank you. For all the years you looked after his automail, and him."
"I know," she says, once her crying is under control. She finishes of her drink and pours herself another. "But he came back again once, didn't he? They're both so determined. They could find another way back if they wanted to, right?"
Roy hesitates; she's looking up at him, directly in the eyes now, and her expression is unreadable. And as tempting as it is to agree and to give her some hope, he can't stand the though of her spending the rest of her life waiting for two boys who are never going to come. It would be both cruel and cowardly of him. "No, Winry. They're not coming back."
She nods a little, like that had been the answer she was expecting when she asked the question. Her cheeks are a little flushed, although he can't tell if it's from the drinking or the crying, or maybe both. She reaches her hand across the table and grasps his wrist a little too hard. "I think... I think I just didn't want to lose my family for a second time.
All of a sudden it's hard for Roy to breath, just as surely as if someone had hit him in the chest. He'd been waiting for the accusation, waiting for her to rail against him. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry, I swear, and if there was any way..."
"That's not what I meant," interrupts Winry, and her hand is still wrapped around his wrist but it's not so tight now.
"I'm sorry," he says again. He wishes he had something more meaningful to say, but he doesn't.
"I know you are," says Winry, rising to her feet. "Sometimes, I wish you weren't so repentant. It would make things easier if I could just hate you."
The kiss comes as a surprise. He was expecting her to scream, to blame him, but definitely not a kiss. He's amazed, given the circumstances, that she can even stand to be around him. He kisses her back, his mouth moving against hers almost automatically, until his brain kicks back in and reminds him how wrong this is. He pulls back quickly, and she frowns at him. "Winry..."
"Stop that," she says, and kisses him again.
He doesn't pull away again, because she told him not to, and she's so soft and warm and it's been years alone in that frozen outpost in the north. He'd gotten so sick of the cold. And he still knows that this isn't a smart decision, but he's made so many bad ones in his life and he's never been able to stop himself before. Why should now be any different?
She pulls up on his shirt until he's standing, and when he has to lean down to reach her mouth he decides it might be a better idea to just lift her up. Her tongue runs along the edge of his teeth as he hooks his hands under her legs and lifts her, and he wonders just who it is she's been practicing this with. Because she kisses like she's done it before, with a determination and desire that make it easy for him to forget all the reasons he has to back out.
He carries her to the bed, and she doesn't protest. She doesn't have a chance to, not when her mouth is so busy. Her hands are rough and calloused from her work but the rest of her skin is soft, and he relishes the feel of her legs against his palms.
She twists, trying to push her hips up against him impatiently, and he slips a hand between her legs and so he can the tips of his fingers against her folds through her underwear. She whimpers at the touch, and he takes it as an invitation to pull her underwear all the way off. He dips his head between her legs, and the first touch of his tongue against her clit makes her moan and spread her legs wider. The little sounds of pleasure she makes as he moves his tongue soothe his conscience, and they help him pretend that if he can make her happy enough here that it'll make up for all the other things he's done to her.
It may have been a while since he's had sex thanks to the isolation of his most recent post, but it's a simple enough rhythm to find again, and Winry's sensitive enough to make it easy. She comes hard and fast, her body tensing up around him in her orgasm, and then slowly she goes limp against the bed.
He doesn't say anything afterward and neither does she. She simply curls up against him on the bed, and her breathing gets slow and heavy even though he's fairly sure she's not entirely asleep. He refrains from disturbing her, and instead he lies still and tries to make some sense of the thoughts racing through his head. For half an hour he tries to figure out if he made things worse or better. He can't imagine what her parents would think if they were still alive, or even what everyone else would think of him if he told them. Fullmetal probably would have killed him on the stop if he were still around.
Eventually she stirs, knocking Roy out of his reverie as she gets off the bed and rearranges her clothes until she looks respectable.
"Winry?"
"Are you planning on staying in Central?" she asks. He was expecting her to say something about the sex, but she doesn't look particularly regretful and so he decides not to push the topic.
"I'm not sure yet," he says. He's not actually comfortable with this topic of conversation either.
"I think you should stay. There are a lot of people here who care about you here, and it's not as if going back north is going to help anything."
Roy nods. She's right, and he knows it, but he's gotten used to the isolation. Interacting with real people instead of his ghosts is going to be difficult, and he's not sure he's ready for it yet.
"I'll be going back to Risembool in two days, after I have a chance to visit Gracia. And, Roy, you don't have to worry about calling."
"Right," says Roy, smiling slightly, and she smiles back at him before she leaves.
He flops down against the bed after she leaves, trying to make sense of the thoughts in his head. She looked happier when she left than when she came, so he guesses that this, at least, is something he doesn't have to feel guilty about.
And in the morning he will call General Ashton, and he will ask to be re-assigned to Central. He's already seen enough of the northern mountains to last him a lifetime.
Author: sheepfairy
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Winry
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 2000
Prompt: Roy/Winry - I love my angst with these two, but a suitably cute story
would also be great. I prefer anime!tragicness, since I haven't read
the manga. Something post ed!leaving, maybe involving some pwp? Any
rainy day chance meeting is adored.
Warnings: kind of PWP-y
Summary: Winry loses her family a second time.
When he sees her on the street corner it takes him a moment to recognize her. It's been a long time since he last saw her and she's grown some, but she still looks disconcertingly like the girl in the photo he took from her parents. He almost turns to take another route home, but she notices him before he has a chance to move away.
"Mr. Mustang?"
"Hello, Ms. Rockbell. I though you'd left central already."
She shrugs. "There were some things I wanted to take care of here first. I was looking for you, actually."
"Really?" He's surprised, because he would have thought he'd be the last person she'd ever talk to willingly.
"I was talking to Ms. Hawkeye earlier, and she says that you were there when Ed and Al disappeared into the other world."
"Yes, that's true."
"I was wondering if you would mind talking to me about it? It's just that I barely even got to see the two of them at all, and then they were gone again." She twists a strand of hair nervously between her fingers as she talks, and Roy assumes that she's just as nervous talking to him as he is talking to her. And as much as he would like to say no, so that can withdraw back into the state of solitude that he's lived in for the past two years, he knows that he owes her this conversation.
"Of course. The place I'm staying at isn't very far from here. Would you mind coming to my hotel room? Or would you rather go somewhere else?"
"The hotel sounds fine."
She follows Roy in silence, and even though it's awkward he knows that trying to make small talk would be even worse. Instead he takes the time to try to figure out exactly what it is that he plans to say to her. He wrote her letters while he was up north, letters that he was never brave enough to mail, because how could he ever find the right words to apologize for killing her family? There aren't words. Some things are just unforgivable.
By the time they reach the hotel room he still has no idea of how to proceed. He feels a twinge of additional shame at the dirty clothes and papers spread across the room, but Winry doesn't seem to mind. She's probably used to a certain amount of clutter after spending so much time with Ed and Al.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asks, glad to finally have a reason to break the silence. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, because it's the one thing guaranteed to loosen him up. He's felt like he was walking on pins and needles ever since he got back to Central, and Winry's presence isn't helping matters any.
"I'll have what ever you're having."
He pours her a glass, and for a second he wonders if she's had much experience with hard liquor. But she doesn't flinch when she takes a drink, and he figures she'll be fine with it. He gestures toward the table and after she sits down he seats himself on the opposite side of the table. It's a small table and he feels too close to her for comfort, but the only other options are the floor and the bed, and neither of them strikes him as a good idea.
"I saw both of them before they chased down that monster in the plane," she says. "Ms. Hawkeye said you followed them up a few minutes later."
"Yes," says Roy, taking a drink before he continues. "Even though we'd defeated the enemy forces, Ed had to go back through the gateway and destroy it from the other side to make sure nothing else came through. I stayed behind to destroy it from this side."
"And Al went with him?"
Roy remembers Al struggling against him to get to his brother. If he'd done a better job of holding onto Al, then Winry wouldn't be so alone now. But it's too late to change any of that. "He wouldn't let his brother go alone."
Winry stares down at the table instead of looking at him while she speaks. "I think I wish they'd taken me with them. Or that they'd just stayed. I mean, did they both have to go? How is that fair?" She starts sobbing, and the fact that Roy was expecting her to cry doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
"I'm sure they would have stayed with you if they could have," says Roy. It's not quite true, though - he should have been the one to go to the other world, and then both of the brothers could have stayed behind with Winry and everyone else. Riza and the others had functioned fine without him for two years; they would have kept on after he was gone. "Before he left, Ed told me to thank you. For all the years you looked after his automail, and him."
"I know," she says, once her crying is under control. She finishes of her drink and pours herself another. "But he came back again once, didn't he? They're both so determined. They could find another way back if they wanted to, right?"
Roy hesitates; she's looking up at him, directly in the eyes now, and her expression is unreadable. And as tempting as it is to agree and to give her some hope, he can't stand the though of her spending the rest of her life waiting for two boys who are never going to come. It would be both cruel and cowardly of him. "No, Winry. They're not coming back."
She nods a little, like that had been the answer she was expecting when she asked the question. Her cheeks are a little flushed, although he can't tell if it's from the drinking or the crying, or maybe both. She reaches her hand across the table and grasps his wrist a little too hard. "I think... I think I just didn't want to lose my family for a second time.
All of a sudden it's hard for Roy to breath, just as surely as if someone had hit him in the chest. He'd been waiting for the accusation, waiting for her to rail against him. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry, I swear, and if there was any way..."
"That's not what I meant," interrupts Winry, and her hand is still wrapped around his wrist but it's not so tight now.
"I'm sorry," he says again. He wishes he had something more meaningful to say, but he doesn't.
"I know you are," says Winry, rising to her feet. "Sometimes, I wish you weren't so repentant. It would make things easier if I could just hate you."
The kiss comes as a surprise. He was expecting her to scream, to blame him, but definitely not a kiss. He's amazed, given the circumstances, that she can even stand to be around him. He kisses her back, his mouth moving against hers almost automatically, until his brain kicks back in and reminds him how wrong this is. He pulls back quickly, and she frowns at him. "Winry..."
"Stop that," she says, and kisses him again.
He doesn't pull away again, because she told him not to, and she's so soft and warm and it's been years alone in that frozen outpost in the north. He'd gotten so sick of the cold. And he still knows that this isn't a smart decision, but he's made so many bad ones in his life and he's never been able to stop himself before. Why should now be any different?
She pulls up on his shirt until he's standing, and when he has to lean down to reach her mouth he decides it might be a better idea to just lift her up. Her tongue runs along the edge of his teeth as he hooks his hands under her legs and lifts her, and he wonders just who it is she's been practicing this with. Because she kisses like she's done it before, with a determination and desire that make it easy for him to forget all the reasons he has to back out.
He carries her to the bed, and she doesn't protest. She doesn't have a chance to, not when her mouth is so busy. Her hands are rough and calloused from her work but the rest of her skin is soft, and he relishes the feel of her legs against his palms.
She twists, trying to push her hips up against him impatiently, and he slips a hand between her legs and so he can the tips of his fingers against her folds through her underwear. She whimpers at the touch, and he takes it as an invitation to pull her underwear all the way off. He dips his head between her legs, and the first touch of his tongue against her clit makes her moan and spread her legs wider. The little sounds of pleasure she makes as he moves his tongue soothe his conscience, and they help him pretend that if he can make her happy enough here that it'll make up for all the other things he's done to her.
It may have been a while since he's had sex thanks to the isolation of his most recent post, but it's a simple enough rhythm to find again, and Winry's sensitive enough to make it easy. She comes hard and fast, her body tensing up around him in her orgasm, and then slowly she goes limp against the bed.
He doesn't say anything afterward and neither does she. She simply curls up against him on the bed, and her breathing gets slow and heavy even though he's fairly sure she's not entirely asleep. He refrains from disturbing her, and instead he lies still and tries to make some sense of the thoughts racing through his head. For half an hour he tries to figure out if he made things worse or better. He can't imagine what her parents would think if they were still alive, or even what everyone else would think of him if he told them. Fullmetal probably would have killed him on the stop if he were still around.
Eventually she stirs, knocking Roy out of his reverie as she gets off the bed and rearranges her clothes until she looks respectable.
"Winry?"
"Are you planning on staying in Central?" she asks. He was expecting her to say something about the sex, but she doesn't look particularly regretful and so he decides not to push the topic.
"I'm not sure yet," he says. He's not actually comfortable with this topic of conversation either.
"I think you should stay. There are a lot of people here who care about you here, and it's not as if going back north is going to help anything."
Roy nods. She's right, and he knows it, but he's gotten used to the isolation. Interacting with real people instead of his ghosts is going to be difficult, and he's not sure he's ready for it yet.
"I'll be going back to Risembool in two days, after I have a chance to visit Gracia. And, Roy, you don't have to worry about calling."
"Right," says Roy, smiling slightly, and she smiles back at him before she leaves.
He flops down against the bed after she leaves, trying to make sense of the thoughts in his head. She looked happier when she left than when she came, so he guesses that this, at least, is something he doesn't have to feel guilty about.
And in the morning he will call General Ashton, and he will ask to be re-assigned to Central. He's already seen enough of the northern mountains to last him a lifetime.