The Soldier’s Element Series | Update

The Soldier’s Element Series | The true Elements of a soldier — the lives and love of Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang. Roy/Riza. Fullmetal Alchemist manga ‘verse/FMA:B. 

The Concupiscence Conjectures [Complete] | M | (Or, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye’s very scientific theorem on making out.) 

With hypotheses to be proven, and a summer to spare, Riza and Roy steal moments to themselves between their studies to work on their bonds.

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The Logogriph Letters [Complete] | T | 

Following the end of his apprenticeship, Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye keep in touch with each other as they navigate their increasingly complicated choices.

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The Conflagration Codex | M | NEW CHAPTER: 8

Following the death of her father, Riza Hawkeye reunites with his ex-apprentice, Roy Mustang. Between them both, they must unlock the secrets of Flame Alchemy, and discover the true beginnings of their path forwards.

While this piece is technically a sequel to The Concupiscence Conjectures and The Logogriph Letters, it may be read without prior knowledge and as a stand-alone.

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Morning [1lthawkeye]

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

It was a serious question that Roy knew Riza would answer honestly, but regardless, he examined her face for any tell tale signs she might have been holding out on the amount of pain she was in. It would be some time, he expected, before she felt completely healed. In the meantime, he would make sure she had access to her painkillers - and took them, unlike him. 

"I’m glad," he said, far too enamored to really catch the full weight of her scolding. In a way, that had always been true. Riza had very rarely been fully upset or overly serious with him, and he’d so often let the mock-sternness roll off his back because he truly enjoyed her. 

As her thumb swept over his unscarred side, Roy gave her a crooked grin. “I can’t say I checked my planner, Lieutenant. But I think I’ll be fine. There are younger men out there doing the hard labor.”

It would eventually be in her best interest to get up, have breakfast, take her painkillers, and attend to other morning necessities — all that preferably sooner rather than later — but for now, a few more minutes couldn’t hurt.

"Are you getting overconfident in your old age, sir?" Riza chided, but there was a smile in her voice. "If you’re not on top of things, you might find yourself falling behind." She gave him a pointed look. "And I do know a few women who wouldn’t mind knocking you out of your seat too, you know."

"Ah," Roy said guiltily, ducking his head down low in a none-too-innocent bow. "Perhaps I am the right amount of confident, Lieutenant?” Although he didn’t say it, with her back at his side, he felt infinitely more confident about everything. He could handle anything, if Riza was there handling it with him. They could shoulder the burdens of their pasts, swallow their blame and carry their guilt — all whilst moving onwards, moving forwards, paving the way for people like them to never happen again. 

It was just possible that for once, he was rightfully confident. 

"I know, I know. I’ll be down before things are too underway. But they weren’t expecting me until noon, regardless." Roy said. "I may have suggested I would need some additional recovery time, myself." 

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Married Life

Morning [1lthawkeye]

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

It felt skiddish and giddy, but instead of answering her, Roy bowed his head and kissed Riza’s cheek. There was still some relative awkwardness to the situation — an unspoken emotional intimacy compounded by a not fully realized physical one that had been held between them for quite some time. Underneath that, however, there was a simple happiness conferred by being able to share something as new and refreshingly different as a good morning kiss. 

He could have gotten used to it. Would — if their schedules aligned, and Riza agreed to the practicalities of it. The very idea that there would be other mornings like this one was enough to make him smile. 

"Mid-morning, I think. Judging by the light. How do you feel?"

His lips were warm and dry against her cheek; Riza made a sleepy sound of contentment, lifting a lazy hand to his side. Navigating the crossover from years of restraint into physical intimacy was not without its inherent awkwardness, even without the rest of their attendant emotional baggage, but this… this was nice.

"A little sore, but fine," she said, tilting her head up to press her own good morning kiss to his cheek. Riza leaned back against the pillow, idling her thumb over the curve of a rib through his undershirt as she watched his face.

"I hope you haven’t missed anything important by sleeping in, Colonel," she said, deliberately falling into her very serious Lieutenant Hawkeye voice.

It was a serious question that Roy knew Riza would answer honestly, but regardless, he examined her face for any tell tale signs she might have been holding out on the amount of pain she was in. It would be some time, he expected, before she felt completely healed. In the meantime, he would make sure she had access to her painkillers - and took them, unlike him. 

"I’m glad," he said, far too enamored to really catch the full weight of her scolding. In a way, that had always been true. Riza had very rarely been fully upset or overly serious with him, and he’d so often let the mock-sternness roll off his back because he truly enjoyed her. 

As her thumb swept over his unscarred side, Roy gave her a crooked grin. “I can’t say I checked my planner, Lieutenant. But I think I’ll be fine. There are younger men out there doing the hard labor.”

Morning [1lthawkeye]

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

Even knowing there were good reasons to leave early in the morning, Roy had allowed himself to sleep in. It was comforting, the warmth of another body breathing rhythmically beside his. With Riza settled into the small bed beside him, he had slept more thoroughly than he had in months. 

Roy only hoped that it was the same for her. 

When he finally woke, he noticed the small changes that sleeping with Riza had made to his sleeping. There was a slight crick in his neck, but it was overshadowed by the way he had instinctively curled closer to Riza. Although he had shifted throughout the night and tried not to crush or squash Riza, he had still wound an arm around her middle. One of his legs draped over hers, lightly crossing their ankles. 

Not wanting to strain her any, he shifted his weight as he woke. Roy blinked, propping himself up on his elbow, and smiled over at Riza. There was little doubt in his mind that normally, she would have been the first awake, but there was always the chance that recovery had made them both more inclined to sleep in longer.

"Morning, Lieutenant," he offered. 

Usually a light sleeper, Riza slept long heavy that night, only briefly waking once in order to rearrange for better neck support. She might have slept longer, were it not for the movement beside her and Roy’s quiet words.

She yawned, opening her eyes lazily. She could tell Roy had only just awakened as well — there were pillow marks on his cheeks and his hair was mussed, standing up on ends all over. It made him look younger, although maybe being rested also had something to do with that. Riza shifted a bit to see him better and realized her leg was caught slightly beneath his, a mirror to his arm about her waist. She smiled.

"Good morning," she greeted him, stifling another yawn. "What time is it?"

It felt skiddish and giddy, but instead of answering her, Roy bowed his head and kissed Riza’s cheek. There was still some relative awkwardness to the situation — an unspoken emotional intimacy compounded by a not fully realized physical one that had been held between them for quite some time. Underneath that, however, there was a simple happiness conferred by being able to share something as new and refreshingly different as a good morning kiss. 

He could have gotten used to it. Would — if their schedules aligned, and Riza agreed to the practicalities of it. The very idea that there would be other mornings like this one was enough to make him smile. 

"Mid-morning, I think. Judging by the light. How do you feel?"

Morning [1lthawkeye]

Even knowing there were good reasons to leave early in the morning, Roy had allowed himself to sleep in. It was comforting, the warmth of another body breathing rhythmically beside his. With Riza settled into the small bed beside him, he had slept more thoroughly than he had in months. 

Roy only hoped that it was the same for her. 

When he finally woke, he noticed the small changes that sleeping with Riza had made to his sleeping. There was a slight crick in his neck, but it was overshadowed by the way he had instinctively curled closer to Riza. Although he had shifted throughout the night and tried not to crush or squash Riza, he had still wound an arm around her middle. One of his legs draped over hers, lightly crossing their ankles. 

Not wanting to strain her any, he shifted his weight as he woke. Roy blinked, propping himself up on his elbow, and smiled over at Riza. There was little doubt in his mind that normally, she would have been the first awake, but there was always the chance that recovery had made them both more inclined to sleep in longer.

"Morning, Lieutenant," he offered. 

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1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

"Right. Thank you," Roy said, eyes darting back to his bag. It seemed strange - backwards even - for him to already have a toothbrush on hand, a ghosted semblance of possessions entirely his at her place, as if they’d hopscotched years ahead of where they actually were. He ducked out of the room with his toiletries bag in hand, and came back cleanly scrubbed and feeling at the very least, a little more polished. 

He could at least have the decency to not look like he’d been up for days on end, older than his years, or unkempt. True, he had lost weight, and looked tired usually, especially in the quiet moments he breathed out and let the world bear down on him, but Roy tried to take some pride in his appearance. Even if it was only for show, good looks projected confidence. 

When he edged back into the room, Roy put away his things, tidily pushing them away, and briefly wishing Hayate was in residence. It would have given them both something (or someone) else to focus on without nearly the same awkwardness rife with their uncertainty. 

Giving her a small smile as he edged to the other side of the bed, Roy peeled back her top comforter just enough for him to carefully occupy part of the bed.

"Lieutenant," he said carefully, hoping she would overlook the way his hands bunched in her blankets, but knowing she would notice anyways, "I hope you sleep well. If at any point I disturb you, wake me up. You need your rest." 

While he was in the bathroom, Riza set about making herself comfortable, sliding under the covers and relaxing against the pillows. She could catch the faint sounds of Roy’s movements through the thin walls. It was comforting noise; it meant someone else was nearby, and it was a nice change given she’d spent most of her adult life living alone (not counting Hayate, of course).

She rolled to her side to face him when Roy approached the bed, adjusting the pillow to fit beneath her neck. It was readily apparent that, for all of his best efforts, he felt just as unsure as she did about this. It was starting to stretch to the point of ridiculousness.

"I thought we were finally beyond the formalities, Colonel," Riza said lightly, reaching for levity. She smirked. "But I promise to kick you straight to the floor in the event of any disturbance. Now let’s get some sleep."

It couldn’t be helped — her comment elicited a dry chuckle, and Roy leaned to turn off her bedside light. With a flick of the switch, her light went out and there was nothing left but a dim cast from the street lamps outside. Roy slipped under the covers further. 

When he settled in, he edged onto the pillow, careful not to pilfer Riza’s much needed cushioning, but still happy to be close enough to hear her breathing. Roy leaned in, tentatively wrapping an arm around her waist. 

 ”Goodnight Hawkeye,” Roy smiled, thumb playing along her side.

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

There were his own scars to worry about. It would have been a lie to pretend as if only his most recent scars worried him; Roy felt a nagging edge of concern over the dark shadow that snaked its way up his ribs underneath the thin white fabric of his undershirt. It seemed juvenile to be self-conscious, but Roy hesitantly wondered if age was catching up with him. 

He had his own ritual for preparing for bed, but when Riza returned, he quietly went to turn off the kitchen light, after he rinsed off his hands. It was hard not to feel somewhat out of place beside Riza, to feel like a bit of a stranger sticking out in her private room, but he attempted to make himself fit in with her. 

Somehow, Roy hoped, he would feel right within her surroundings. And even if he didn’t look like he had in his twenties, perhaps she wouldn’t notice — or mind. 

"Do you prefer a side?" Roy asked, not wanting to disrupt her normally solitary sleeping patterns. Her bed wasn’t very big, but the both of them could certainly fit, and he’d slept on worse. 

"I don’t want you uncomfortable with your neck and shoulder.”

Riza settled on the edge of the side closest, the side furthest from the kitchen area, shaking her head. “This is fine. I’ve been sleeping on my back lately, in any case.” Usually, she preferred to face the doorway wherever she slept, an old ingrained habit from days long past. Her flat arranged as it was, that wouldn’t be possible for a while. 

She idly brushed her hair back over her shoulder, considering. Riza could read the awkwardness in his body language, for all he tried to hide it, and she’d be a liar to pretend she didn’t feel a bit of it too. 

There’d certainly been several instances over the years where they’d seen each other in less, thanks both to her tattoo and various sticky situations they’d been mired in for work and official travel, but this was different. But she still wanted to forge ahead, if he was willing, but she supposed there was no need to hurry.

"You know where the bathroom is, if you need it. I’m fairly certain you had some toiletries in your kit," Riza said, nodding to the bag she’d fished his gloves from earlier as she peeled back the covers. "I’ll just be here."

"Right. Thank you," Roy said, eyes darting back to his bag. It seemed strange - backwards even - for him to already have a toothbrush on hand, a ghosted semblance of possessions entirely his at her place, as if they’d hopscotched years ahead of where they actually were. He ducked out of the room with his toiletries bag in hand, and came back cleanly scrubbed and feeling at the very least, a little more polished. 

He could at least have the decency to not look like he’d been up for days on end, older than his years, or unkempt. True, he had lost weight, and looked tired usually, especially in the quiet moments he breathed out and let the world bear down on him, but Roy tried to take some pride in his appearance. Even if it was only for show, good looks projected confidence. 

When he edged back into the room, Roy put away his things, tidily pushing them away, and briefly wishing Hayate was in residence. It would have given them both something (or someone) else to focus on without nearly the same awkwardness rife with their uncertainty. 

Giving her a small smile as he edged to the other side of the bed, Roy peeled back her top comforter just enough for him to carefully occupy part of the bed.

"Lieutenant," he said carefully, hoping she would overlook the way his hands bunched in her blankets, but knowing she would notice anyways, "I hope you sleep well. If at any point I disturb you, wake me up. You need your rest." 

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

There was something wholly relieving about her response. Roy smiled as she kissed his cheek, leaning in to her gentle touch. While he wasn’t quite ready to tell Riza, he knew that sharing her bed would relax his subconscious as much as it did the rest of him. She was alive, and she was with him — and that was more than he could possibly ask for. 

"I’ll stay, then," Roy said. "Get ready for bed, I’ll set aside my things, and we can call it a night." As soon as she peeled away, he would get ready — without real pajamas on hand, Roy would simply strip down to the undershirt he wore under his uniform, and his boxers. 

From there, it would be up to Riza how they slept. 

Riza gave him a short nod of agreement and took a moment to cup his cheek before wordlessly pulling away, unsure of how else to convey her gratitude and pleasure. She padded quietly over to where she kept her pajamas (a loose, overlarge collared shirt she’d acquired years ago and, for tonight at least, a striped pair of pants) and, obtaining them, headed toward the bathroom, confident Roy could sort out what to do with himself without her assistance. She changed, checked her bandages, and went through the usual routine of bedtime preparations.

Teeth brushed and face washed, Riza paused a moment, catching sight of herself in the mirror. There were still the predictable signs that she’d been recently injured; bandage about her neck aside, her skin was just a shade or two too pallid and the circles beneath her eyes lingered darker than usual, but she looked—happier than usual as well. She felt it too. Perhaps it was just the relief after so many months of strain, but Riza was fairly certain that wasn’t the whole story.

She patted her face dry, then switched off the bathroom light, stepping into the hall. She found Roy waiting for her and briefly entertained the thought that she was quite overdressed in comparison.

With deliberate casualness, Riza strolled over to the bed, flicking on the bedside lamp. “Would you turn off the light in the kitchen? You can make yourself comfortable after,” she said with a small gesture to the bed beside her.

There were his own scars to worry about. It would have been a lie to pretend as if only his most recent scars worried him; Roy felt a nagging edge of concern over the dark shadow that snaked its way up his ribs underneath the thin white fabric of his undershirt. It seemed juvenile to be self-conscious, but Roy hesitantly wondered if age was catching up with him. 

He had his own ritual for preparing for bed, but when Riza returned, he quietly went to turn off the kitchen light, after he rinsed off his hands. It was hard not to feel somewhat out of place beside Riza, to feel like a bit of a stranger sticking out in her private room, but he attempted to make himself fit in with her. 

Somehow, Roy hoped, he would feel right within her surroundings. And even if he didn’t look like he had in his twenties, perhaps she wouldn’t notice — or mind. 

"Do you prefer a side?" Roy asked, not wanting to disrupt her normally solitary sleeping patterns. Her bed wasn’t very big, but the both of them could certainly fit, and he’d slept on worse. 

"I don’t want you uncomfortable with your neck and shoulder.”

1lthawkeye:

colonel-mustang:

Perhaps a little regretfully, Roy drew up his brows, not entirely laughing at her yawn. He understood, more than anything, the dragging sleepiness that now permeated him now that he felt he could finally relax. Though he was loathe to admit it, Roy often pretended he didn’t feel half as tired as he was. Now that she was showing signs of weariness, he too felt sleepy.

Instead of yawning in return, however, he leaned forwards and kissed her nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he rest his own forehead against hers. 

"You should get some sleep, Lieutenant," he said, in a quiet sort of raw affection. Perhaps it was too early to sound the way he did, but he hardly felt like it was any sort of secret the depth of his feelings. Somehow, Riza intrinsically understood. "There’s always tomorrow. If you need, I can…" Roy trailed off, letting Hawkeye assume his offer without stating it outright. He wasn’t trying to initiate anything further, but Roy knew what being afraid of the dark could really mean

"—I wouldn’t mind, anyways." 

Tiredness was not often a reason to throw in the towel, given both her job and personal philosophy on life, but Riza figured ‘just out of the hospital’ was a convincing qualifier. That didn’t mean she wanted this interlude to end, however.

Perhaps that was why his quiet unspoken suggestion was such a relief. She might have suggested herself, had the night played out differently, but knowing that he wanted it enough to imply it himself was… pleasant. Riza bit back a smile, turning her head to kiss him softly on the cheek. 

"I wouldn’t mind either."

There was something wholly relieving about her response. Roy smiled as she kissed his cheek, leaning in to her gentle touch. While he wasn’t quite ready to tell Riza, he knew that sharing her bed would relax his subconscious as much as it did the rest of him. She was alive, and she was with him — and that was more than he could possibly ask for. 

"I’ll stay, then," Roy said. "Get ready for bed, I’ll set aside my things, and we can call it a night." As soon as she peeled away, he would get ready — without real pajamas on hand, Roy would simply strip down to the undershirt he wore under his uniform, and his boxers. 

From there, it would be up to Riza how they slept.