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Fandom | Rating | Length: Fullmetal Alchemist | T | 1,318
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Roy and Hawkeye are on an island retreat for their undercover work, so they have to go to the beach SOMETIME. (Suffering ensues.)
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Coming to an uncomfortable realization about his own affections while in the throes of planning the most important job of his entire life was — inconvenient, to say the least. Not to mention ethically dubious, considering that he employed Hawkeye, and this job involved them going undercover as an engaged couple. The lines were hopelessly blurred. But blurred lines weren’t enough to keep him from feeling like a lecherous creep whenever he found his gaze trying to move to Hawkeye in her billowy linen cover-up. He wasn’t a nasty lecherous creep, Roy reminded himself for the tenth time in as many minutes, moving his eyes firmly back to the ocean. The fact that he had to keep reminding himself of that fact was not very reassuring, but he tried not to think about that.
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Fandom | Rating | Length: Fullmetal Alchemist | T | 2,356
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Havoc is a little too bored, and a little too persuasive.
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Roy blinked several times, staring at the towering stack of paper on his desk. It was his ever-present companion. His mortal enemy. But also, by the rules of constant proximity, also sort of his friend? No, that was the lack of sleep talking. And there was a lot of that to go around these days. He might have just pulled himself out of a doze on his desk, wiping away a wet spot on the form he was completing that was definitely his own saliva. He took a drink of coffee, lukewarm and bracing, but sufficient to rid his mouth of the taste of sleep. He looked at the stack once more. It was definitely shorter. He hadn’t slept last night, but even he wouldn’t hallucinate anything as boring as a stack of paper being shorter.
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Fandom | Rating | Length: Fullmetal Alchemist | T | 1,191
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A stolen moment under the weeping willow (maybe that should have been a sign) and years of silence. And then— closure.
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“What do you think about it?” He came up beside her; she could feel his presence like he was a planet her body yearned to orbit. She held herself straight, not letting his gravitational pull affect her. “It doesn’t matter what I think.” His hand touched hers, ripping her gaze from the creek to land on the point of contact with astonishment. “It matters to me,” he said quietly, wrapping his fingers around hers, but just barely. Like he was cradling a bird and scared to crush it.
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Fandom | Rating | Length: Fullmetal Alchemist | T | 1,480
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Riza discovers the last thing her father did. And so does Roy.
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The bookcases lining the walls, though, were gone. Along with every book and piece of paper on them. Paper. Research. Her mind finally connected the dots on the shocking destruction. He must have come in here one evening, while she slept, and quietly burned everything away. She didn’t think he had that much energy in him in the last days, but he had done it somehow. Not enough energy to struggle back from yet another edge of death, but enough energy to destroy his research. It was fitting, really.
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Fandom | Rating | Length: Fullmetal Alchemist | T | 1,596
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Riza pulls out a surprising skill, and digs up a little more than she bargained for.
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“Thanks for the scissors, Winry,” she said. “I’m glad we got them sharp enough,” the girl said, reaching to take the tool from Riza. “Are you still taking customers?” Mustang asked, before Riza had relinquished them. Something in his voice stilled her, pulled back the memories she had been trying not to think of. The last boy’s hair she had cut, after all, had been his.
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hi!! was wondering what the cutoff is for late submissions :D i know royai week is over but heard that you guys still look for posts/reblog up to a few days after it ends(?). i just don’t want to inconvenience y’all and continue to tag when it’s too late. tysm for your time and hosting such a wonderful event !!
hi!! thank you so much for your kind words ☺️ tbh, i'll probably be checking the tag sporadically until the end of this week! best bet is to @ us in your post though because i've noticed this last week tumblr hasn't been playing ball with actually showing posts in the tags, even though it's been tagged correctly (using #royaiweek25)
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also on youtube !! <3
another late edit for @royaiweek 2025 :,) d-2 ˚ˋঌ˖ scorched (adj.) - slightly burned, or damaged by fire or heat
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Final Royai Week Post! Prompt- The Beach Episode: "Want To"
***Waaah I don't want this week to be over! Thank you to the amazing friends who Beta'd this work: @hawkeyes-darling, @imendii, @they-lived, and bitterhun!***
“Hey, Hawkeye!”
Riza looks up from her book, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. Her band mate Jean Havoc stands on the edge of the yacht’s aft deck in his bright red swim shorts, waving her down.
“What?” she calls back, squinting at him.
“Roy’s dropping the anchor so we can swim. Come on!”
Riza frowns and carefully marks her place in the library book, tucking it into the canvas bag she got for free when she completed this year’s ridiculously easy “summer reading” program. Read five books this summer for a free gift from the local library. Please. She’d read a book every day if she could.
She stands and folds up her beach towel then makes her way down the ladder to the lower deck where her friends are gathering by the prow.
Want To
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DAY FIVE IS HERE!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66529354?view_adult=true
Yall know I love a beach episode and I love how sexy Riza Hawkeye is. So she gets to be sexy in a swimsuit and break Roy’s brain lol.
Happy Royai week to all who celebrate it’s been so fun to participate again! I love fandom weeks 💖💖💖
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Royai Week 2025 Day 5 Beach Episode
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royai week 2025 day 5 - the beach episode
summary: the gang round off their team building week with a trip to the beach
rated: g | words: 2081 | tags: beach volleyball, beach episode, humour, fluff, romance
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“This was an excellent choice, Mustang.” Catalina looked like the cat who’d got the cream as she stepped off the bus – obscenely massive sunhat in tow. She even squealed a little. And they had a full day of this – no work, no responsibility, just a chance to relax together after a week of very hard work – if he did say so himself. And if the drinks flowed also, well. It was what his team deserved after all they’d gone through. He, on the other hand, was roped into a bargain with Grumman regarding multiple chess matches a week in order to make it happen, however it was a small price to pay for this moment. Not that any of his team would ever know, of course, and not that the price itself was a hardship. Roy would gladly pay it for them. Would do anything, in fact. Including subjecting himself to hours long chess matches with the new Fuhrer, who would continue to comment on how perfect he was for his granddaughter. Ha. Little did he know.
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Royai Week day 5: the Beach Episode 🏝️
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Additional Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Soft, Forehead Kisses Series: Part 4 of Royai Week 2025 Summary:
He has always been the only certainty in her life. After her mother died she felt lost, as if drowning in a sea of loneliness and grief. But when Roy came into her life… that loneliness was soothed, becoming more bearable. It was easier to breathe. It was easier to live.
(Royai Week 2025 - Day 5: The beach episode)
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Royai 2025 Drabble 5 - Beach Episode

They went in the dead of night, because no one else would be there.
“I’ve never been to the beach before”, she told him.
“Were you worried about…”
“No. Even before that, I never got to travel much.”
They sat among the dunes and watched the rolling waves.
“Is this it?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Are we…supposed to do something? What do civilians do here?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care. We don’t need to do anything. Let’s sit here a while.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. He wished he could sit there with her forever.
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The Scorched Earth Approach
Chapter five: still despised
Not me unable to stop wriggling in my seat because I'm just dancing around as I drop this here. Last chapter you guys! We made it through Royai week and there are a million things to read and enjoy! Thank you so much to everyone who showed some interest in my story - I have absolutely loved sharing it with you all! If you liked this perspective on Royai, a comment will make my day :'D
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“I just don’t understand what she sees in him,” she mused, [...]. “Well, no, I do, but also–”
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my very late entry for royai week 2025 :,)
D-1 rural (adj.) - a rural way of life
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royai week 2025 day 4 - office olympics
summary: the team switch up their "team bonding" day... with interesting (and baffling (but incredible), riza thinks) results
rated: t | words: 2250 | tags: office olympics, paintball, humour
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Riza entered the office and froze, hand on the doorhandle as she tried to comprehend what was happening in their office. There was shouting – no, cheering. Lunches lay forgotten on desks as Mustang, Breda, and Havoc stood on the fringes and cheered, while – Riza really couldn’t believe her eyes. Fuery and Falman were both red faced and… shuffling? Across the office floor with… Boxes of paper strapped to their boots.
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