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She shrugs; the tug, the stiff scar tissue of her left shoulderblade, is harder to tune out right now. Gingerly she turns his hand over. The flame alchemy array carved into his skin is almost unrecognizable - bisected, maimed by stitches, pulled back together so that its edges no longer line up neatly. Inert.
Hawkeye sighs through her nose. Sir, she could say - but no one is especially happy to hear her talk these days. Something about aggravating her healing throat. Something about the look on Mustang's face as he watches the bandages flex around her frail voice.
So she sighs, and she raises her eyebrows, and - mercifully - he chuckles.--
"The one thing worse than death is to avert your eyes from it. Look straight at the people you kill, don't take your eyes off them for a second. And don't ever forget them - because I promise that they wont forget you."
Riza is still looking back. Mustang? Mustang is looking at her.Bookmarked by Maggiedly
02 Jun 2026
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here, side by side, at the end of tomorrow by CountingNothings for v838monoceros
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
01 Jan 2026
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The accusation the Truth had levelled at him had stung, but it had been — well, true. He’d trusted, blindly, in men who’d only been trustworthy according to some bullshit metric cryptically communicated to him by an old man with his own agenda. He’d trusted his contingencies and his double-blinds, his schemes and his whisper network. And what did all that get him? He’d completely lost the capacity to care for those who had entrusted themselves to him, much less the whole country he’d been proud enough to envision under his wing.
Can he really become worthy of their faith again? Does he have any capacity to care and to protect, now that the illusions have all been stripped away?
“I’ll be back in the morning, sir,” says the one person whose answer he already knows.Or: in the ten days after Roy leaves the hospital, he learns how to cook an egg blind, loses his comfortable pants, prepares for his reinstatement evaluations, dreams of Maes Hughes dying, ponders the domestic applications of flame alchemy, second-guesses everything he ever believed about his role in his country's future, and moves in with his lieutenant.
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10 May 2026
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He asked her to be his eyes.
“And, well, sir. I’m sitting here with my hair a mess. I’m in the hospital-issued green pajamas, and there’s a very large stack of your paperwork beside me. If that’s what you wanted to know, sir.”
Roy closed his eyes instinctively, useless habit that it was now, trying to build the image from her words anyway.
“I’m sorry if your hands are full, Lieutenant.”
“My hands are empty right now.”
“You know what they say about idle hands,” he said absently.
“Well, mine await your command, sir.”
A dare.
“Do they, Hawkeye?” he said quietly.
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19 Apr 2026
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Lines of Succession by Something_Like_Space
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
13 Jan 2026
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As a soldier, Havoc had walked into plenty of surprising situations. But nothing could have prepared him walking in on Riza Hawkeye head butting Roy Mustang.
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16 Apr 2026
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You're nobody 'til somebody loves you by fableandtruth
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
22 Nov 2025
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"This was the third body they’d pulled out of that lake. The third in just two months. Same lake, same day, same time—it was like the water itself knew just when to spit them out on land. There was a protocol for these kinds of things. Death was everywhere, after all, but its cause wasn’t always criminal.
One was an accident. Most likely the result of a few too many drinks and a short wander in the dark. Then two was a tragedy. Just enough of a coincidence for it to feel strange the longer you sat with it but not so unreasonable it brought circumstance to question. But three? Now that was a pattern. A pattern that called for the attention Central City CID.
Specifically, the subsection for homocide and suspicious deaths.
It was protocol after all. It was the way things were done."
In other words, please enjoy my shameless FBI/detective AU.
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23 Nov 2025