FIC: Fullmetal Alchemist: Nothing Stands (Roy/Riza, G)
Title: Nothing Stands
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings/Characters: Roy/Riza
Rating: G
Word count: 228
Prompt: 5. Patience
Author's notes: I love the dynamic this pairing has.
Summary: The words change, but the meaning stays the same.
“Trust me,” Mr. Mustang tells her, when they're standing in a pool of her father's blood as the doctor tries to discern a problem he can fix. Riza's not a soldier yet, she's shaking and pale and verging on tears. His voice quavers and his hands clench tighter, but the smile he gives her is genuine. “You'll be okay.”
“Watch my back.” She takes his words to heart and practices for hours, until her arms sag under the weight of her gun. He burned her back; the least she can do is protect his.
“Follow me.” All of them stand in a row before him; Hawkeye, Havoc, Fuery, Breda, Falman and Hughes. Havoc is relaxed, Fuery and Breda are tense, Falman is severe and Hughes is smirking. Riza keeps her eyes on the wall behind Colonel Mustang's head, and feels a sharp trill of energy up her spine. She smiles a little bit; can't help it.
“I want you to walk at my side.” The words are honest and blunt and clear as day. They might be simple, but Riza's always been a fan of minimalism. Roy's not asking for undying love or affection. He's asking for a partner, and that she can give. It doesn't take a lot to see that she's been waiting for this day her whole life.
“Always.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings/Characters: Roy/Riza
Rating: G
Word count: 228
Prompt: 5. Patience
Author's notes: I love the dynamic this pairing has.
Summary: The words change, but the meaning stays the same.
“Trust me,” Mr. Mustang tells her, when they're standing in a pool of her father's blood as the doctor tries to discern a problem he can fix. Riza's not a soldier yet, she's shaking and pale and verging on tears. His voice quavers and his hands clench tighter, but the smile he gives her is genuine. “You'll be okay.”
“Watch my back.” She takes his words to heart and practices for hours, until her arms sag under the weight of her gun. He burned her back; the least she can do is protect his.
“Follow me.” All of them stand in a row before him; Hawkeye, Havoc, Fuery, Breda, Falman and Hughes. Havoc is relaxed, Fuery and Breda are tense, Falman is severe and Hughes is smirking. Riza keeps her eyes on the wall behind Colonel Mustang's head, and feels a sharp trill of energy up her spine. She smiles a little bit; can't help it.
“I want you to walk at my side.” The words are honest and blunt and clear as day. They might be simple, but Riza's always been a fan of minimalism. Roy's not asking for undying love or affection. He's asking for a partner, and that she can give. It doesn't take a lot to see that she's been waiting for this day her whole life.
“Always.”