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Maes Hughes and Roy Mustang | FMA

My submission for  #hyuroiweek2017 / @hyuroiweek ..

and yes, because I’m late, this single piece is for:

Rain (see the sunflower rain and the umbrella? yeah that’s ‘rain’ to me), Always by your side, Support  and Last Meeting (see the black umbrella and the dark background? does it remind you of that one scene?)

And a huge, huge thanks to @sunflower-chan for helping me out!

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Hyuroi week day 2: Rain

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Hyuroi Week 2017: Day 4: Always By Your Side

Picked up an old WIP for this one.  Still a WIP.   

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He was still reeling from the news of the Hughes's death and the last thing he was prepared for was a tall man in a suit placing the envelope in his hand.   Everything seemed to come to a standstill as the man asked, “Colonel Mustang, did you hear what I said?”

The past few hours had been like living a nightmare.  It was an ordinary day at the office until he answered the phone and found out that his best friend and his wife had been killed in a train derailment.   He felt his world slow down as the voice on the other end of the line, Hughes's secretary, cried and told him the brief details.   Maes and Gracia were going out to lunch, one of the trains hit a car on the tracks and the entire front of the engine caught on fire.   The train went into a curve too quickly, jumping the tracks and landing on Smith Street.  It was a disaster.

Roy heard Hawkeye's voice beside him as he set down the phone and felt his hand shake.   Hughes was dead?   He survived a war and his damned job just to die in the street because of a freak accident?  She drove him to the station, got them on the first train to Central and drove him to the hospital to see the coroner.   He didn't say much and let Hawkeye lead him around.   How the hell could he be gone?  

“Colonel?”

Roy looked up at the man who was hovering over him, a lawyer.   He had been replaying the day in his head again hoping for a different outcome.   He sat up and looked at the man and said, “Yes.”

“It was my understanding that Lt. Colonel Hughes had spoken with you about this.”  

Roy looked at the letter in his hand and saw Maes's signature handwriting on it.   He opened the letter and ignored the man who was growing more agitated by the second because he was paid by the hour.  To hell with him.   He opened the letter addressed to him and as he read he heard Maes's voice in his head.

Roy, if you're reading this then I'm dead and you forgot about the many times we talked about this.  In the event that something happened to me and Gracia, you agreed to take care of Elicia.   Remember, now?  Good.  So I need you to get past whatever happened to me because my daughter needs you.  

I know this isn't going to be easy, but you are going to have to be the Dad I can't be now.  I know you're going to say that you're the worst person for this job and you can't take care of yourself more or less a kid.   You're better than you give yourself credit for.   Elicia is a pretty forgiving kid too.  God I love her....please please don't let her live a day without knowing she's loved.   You were there Roy, you were that kid who had to adapt to a Foster Mom and learn to live without your parents.  I don't know how you did it and I can't give you any advice, but I believe in you.   So please, just help her through this.

I hope you never read this, but I'd be a fool to never prepare for this scenario.   Take care of each other.  Oh...and get a WIFE!!   ~Maes

The hand-writing got shaky and there were blotched indicating tears had fallen when he wrote this.  So Elicia loses her parents and then gets stuck with him?  That wasn't equivalent exchange.   “Yes.”

The lawyer nodded and tucked his briefcase under his arm.  “The little girl is at home with a Major Armstrong?   I assume the military will be taking care of the funeral, so there won't be anything I need from you in that regards, however I do have a lot of paperwork for you to sign come tomorrow.   You can come by my office?”

“Yes.”  Roy said and the man gave him a nod and handed him a business card.   Then he was gone, down the busy hallway of the hospital basement that was now packed with gurneys, body bags and sobbing families.   He looked up at Hawkeye who had stood by his side the entire time and she rested her hand on his shoulder again.

“Dr. Knox...” Riza took a deep breath.  “He says that Armstrong already identified the bodies and highly suggest you not torture yourself by going in there.”

Roy glanced up at her, “No.  I...need to.  I've seen worse...I've done worse.”

Riza looked away as he pushed past the swinging doors into the morgue.   One more thing to try to suffocate him in his dreams, the man knew how to hurt himself.  She followed him, knowing it would be up to her to drag him out of there when he could endure no more.

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“This isn't the Hughes's house.”  Roy said flatly from the passenger seat as he realized the car had stopped.

“I know.”  Riza looked  over at his red eyes and reached over to hold the hand he rested on the seat.  “You should stop and see your Mom while you are in town.”

Roy shook his head.  “Riza, nothing is going to make me a suitable parent, not even a pep talk from my foster mother about how I came into her life.”

“Hughes would have never asked you if he didn't believe you were capable.”  She said softly and squeezed his hand.  

He nodded and opened the door and slipped off the seat to stand on the sidewalk. He looked up at his childhood home as the “Christmas's Bar” sign swung lightly in the breeze.   He could still remember being about Elicia's age when he got out of the car after his parent's funeral and looked up at the exact same sign and wondered why he was being punished like this.   He had been scared of his Aunt Chris at first, she was a bold and intimidating woman, and he just followed her around like a lost puppy.   He had no home or parents to go to, he had no other choice.   He took a deep breath and walked to the door and opened it, the bell rang over his head and reminded him that this would always be home for him.

Chris Mustang looked up from the bar and raised an eyebrow when she saw her foster son.  Something was wrong, it was written all over his face.   “What's wrong, Roy-Boy?”

He paused in the doorway and looked at her.  The bar was empty, she wasn't open for business yet.  He let the door swing closed as he walked over to the bar and slumped onto a stool.  “Maes was killed in that train accident...”

She reached over and put her hand on his cheek.   “I'm sorry kid.”

“He...asked me to take care of his daughter.”  Roy let out a choked sob and put his fist in his mouth to avoid breaking down and crying.  Maes asked him to look after his daughter, the center of his universe.

“Then where is she?”  Chris said and his watery eyes lifted to her and she ruffled his hair.  “What?  At least you're a respectable man with means to take care of a kid.  You have a devoted woman beside you too.   I'm proud of how you turned out Roy Boy, and nobody has to tell me I wasn't the ideal candidate to raise a kid.  You know how scared and lost that poor girl is right now, so get your ass over there and don't let her leave your side.”

“Mom...”

“Go.” She said and smacked his cheek.  “I'll make dinner.”

Roy didn't move until she shoved him off the bar stool and gave him an authoritative point to the door.  He slowly moved away and shuffled to the door. When he hesitated opening it he heard her voice, much softer than before.

“She needs your confidence and strength even if you have none.   Just take her under your wing like you naturally do to everyone you meet.”

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Edward felt the air sucked out of his lungs when Maria Ross told him that the Hughes' were killed in the accident that leveled half of Smith Street.  When they had come in on the train, they saw the damage and Al had joked about it looking like Ed had been here already...now...”Oh my God.”

Al could only gasp in horror at the news.   He wished he had some other release for the horrible emotions, but without a real body his soul was forced to just bear it all on it's own.  “NO!”

Maria looked away, their voices tore open the wound that she thought was starting to heal.   The loss of Hughes was a cloud that hung over them all.  “It was a horrible accident, a lot of people lost their lives.”

“What about Elicia?”  Al asked and saw his brother stiffen.   Please God, please don't take another little girl from this world.

“She's...with Colonel Mustang.”  Maria watched the sorrow turn into shock on Ed's face.   “In the event that something happened to him and his wife, Lt. Colonel Hughes asked the Colonel to look after his daughter. Elicia is in East City with him.”

“Like...living with him?”  Ed said and tried to get his mind around Mustang being a responsible adult in charge of a sweet little girl.  The first image that came to his mind was of the young Lt. Colonel who grabbed him by his collar and lifted him out of his wheelchair by his throat. “Oh my GOD!”

Al cringed.  The Colonel....was taking care of Elicia?  “We've been in his apartment!  He has food in his fridge that is older than us and I'm pretty sure there is something living in his couch!”

“Has nobody seen how he treats me!?”  Ed screamed.   “You let him take her home with him!?”

“Boys.”  Maria said as they both bolted down the hallway and disappeared down the hall.   She sighed.   “Well I guess two more protective Uncles won't hurt anything.”

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“Are these pictures?”  Elicia asked as she almost fell into the box after the album that was just placed in there.

Roy sat on the floor and put a few books on his lap, pausing his packing for a moment.   He couldn't believe all the crap he had accumulated over the years of living in this place.  It was essential to move though, for both their sakes.  She needed her own room and he needed to leave his bachelor lifestyle behind for good.   “Just of me as a kid. Nothing exciting.”

“I want to see!” She said and tried to pull the album out and was grateful when his hand helped lift the book out for her.  

He set aside the books and scooted over on the carpet to sit next to her and look at the dusty album.  A month of having her in his care had allowed him to finally stop acting so awkward around her.  Granted he was sure he was being too honest when she asked questions, but he was just going to blame that on being an alchemist and not a shitty adult.  

“They're in black and white.”  She said and looked up at her Uncle Roy who still had the bow in his hair from earlier when she brushed it for him.  “Did you not have color when you were little?”

“No, color film was a little more expensive back then.  My Mom just had this old camera...”

“So was everything in back and white?” She asked.  “Like did you see in black and white? Did you live without color?”

He was slowly acclimating to the mindset of a child and learning to be less offended by the straight forward innocent questions she asked.   “No. I saw in color.  It's just that the film was....never mind.   That's a picture of when my Mom bought me my first alchemy book.  And that squirrel I tried to tame that ended up trashing the supply closet and running through the duct work during business hours.  ”

Elicia smiled as she flipped to the next page.  “You were so cute!”

He looked at the picture of him wearing an apron trying to make biscuits.   “I learned an important lesson that day.”

“What was that?” She asked.

“There is a huge difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon when speaking in terms of salt.”  He sighed.  “Those biscuits were awful. They're probably still up on the roof of the bar.  I tried feeding them to the pigeons and they got a little suspicious of me after that.”

“You mean like when you try feeding Hayate?”  She asked.

“Yeah.”  Roy reached over for the books and looked at the alchemy book that was his first book.   So, should he see if she wanted to learn this too? He had no idea what Maes would have wanted.  

“It's Daddy!” Elicia squealed.

Roy froze and looked down at the album.  He had put away the picture he usually kept on his desk from graduation, not wanting to make things harder on them both.   However he forgot that nearly half his album was stuffed full of academy pictures thanks to Maes being.....well....Maes.   He had sent those all home to his Mom and she had placed them in the album.  

“Uncle Roy?” Elicia said and touched the picture.   “Why can't you bring him and Mommy back?  With alchemy?”

Roy could feel his gut churning and the bile beginning to rise from his stomach.   Thankfully there was a loud knock on the door that could only be one obnoxious person.   He was never so happy to hear Fullmetal's knock before in his life.   “Hey, that's Ed.”

“How do you know?”  Elicia said and turned as she heard the banging again.

“I just know.” Roy said as she ran over to the door and he threw the books in the box.    He got up and walked over to open the door and saw from Elicia's fading smile that she was hoping he was wrong.   She was hoping her Dad would be there to pick her up and tell her it was all a mistake,  that this nightmare wasn't real and he was here to save her.   Instead he looked at Ed who must have seen the same thing he did, and the boy was immediately mellowed out.  His confidence was already shaken before he was reminded of just how bad he was with kids.  “Hey Fullmetal, are you here to help me pack?”

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“We're home!” Elicia squealed and opened the car door before the car could come to a stop.   Roy slammed on the brakes and the Elrics slammed into the front seat as Elicia jumped out of the car.   Before Roy could put the car in park, the boys were scrambling over each other to get out of the back seat and race after the little girl.   All three of them made it to the front lawn just in time to see Elicia pounding her little fists on the front door, screaming for her parents.  Ed and Al knew the feeling, the knew exactly what it was like coming home and finding out it could never be home again.  They had run home after the funeral only to find an empty house, ran home thinking if they could just get away from the nightmare that they could go back to the way things were.      

Ed was the first to go over to Elicia and take her hands in his own.   “They're not here.”

“You don't know that!”  Elicia screamed.  “I want my Mommy and Daddy! They came home while I was away, I know it.”

Roy tossed the house  keys to Al, his feet still frozen in place.   He thought they were making progress, but that was all a lie he told himself to make this situation more comfortable.   Elicia would never be over their loss, and it would take years before she stopped looking at the door expecting her parents to come home.  He remember doing that, a memory long repressed, and knew he wasn't the one to help her now.   Ed and Al's could still relate, they still picked at the scabs of their loss.   “I'll get her bags.”

Al walked up the stairs and onto the front porch and put the keys in the door, then swung it open for Elicia to run into.   Ed kept his eyes down and followed her, turning on lights as they went.   Al was glad for once that he wasn't in a real body, he didn't want to smell that stagnant air or that faint hint of familiar people's smell.   The silence in a home that had once been filled with warmth and happiness was enough.

Ed wasn't as lucky.  Elicia could be heard running from room to room, echos of “Mommy?” “Daddy!” and it was enough to break his heart, but seeing the Hughes home frozen in time was something he wasn't prepared for.   Armstrong had gone through and thrown away the perishables, secured the valuables and locked the house up after the funeral.   It wasn't until matters were settled that the lawyer turned over the keys to Mustang, the Hughes' left everything to Elicia and Mustang was her guardian until she was old enough to own it herself.   Mustang thought it would be better for Elicia to live in her home, but Ed wasn't so sure about that now.   It wasn't an empty house like they came home to as kids, Hughes was much more of a presence and that was evident now.

Photos were on every wall.   Maes and Gracia were smiling at them from behind the glass of those frames, smiling as they lived and loved life...a life that was now lost.   Al tried to not look as he walked to the stairs, but it was impossible.  “What do we do? We can't take these pictures down?”

“At least...” Ed whispered.  “I never knew how fortunate we were to have so few pictures of Mom.”

“Yeah.”  Al agreed.  He walked up the stairs to Elicia's room and found her in her bed, clutching a stuffed animal.   He walked over and sat down beside her and to his surprise she started crying into his arm.   “It's going to be hard for a while.”

“Why can't you bring them back!?”  Elicia squealed.  “I want my Mommy and Daddy back.”

“It won't work.” Al said softly.  “It never does.”

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Roy settled in to his new job in Central easier than he settled into his new home.   Elicia was better off somewhere familiar instead of his cramped apartment and returning home reassured her quite a bit.  It was hard, feeling like someone was always watching him, nowing he was probably disappointing him.   Roy put his hands on the bathroom vanity and looked at himself in the mirror, hardly the image of a good foster parent.   He had no idea how his own mother hand managed to do this. “Hughes, I don't know how to give her the life you wanted.  I don't know how to be you.”

He got in the shower and took his time.  This was the only time he had to himself as Elicia glued herself to him during their time together, fearing he would disappear forever and leave her alone as well.     He called her from work to reassure her as much as possible.   They played when he got home.   He would read her a bedtime story and put her to sleep, then take a shower and discover she had relocated to his bed.  This was his only peaceful time.  All ten minutes of it.

When he got out of the shower he toweled off and looked at the mirror, ready to use his towel to wipe away the condensation on the glass.  However he paused as he stared at the steamed up mirror, words traced out in it. “Still by your side Roy-Boy”

There were only three people in this world who knew about that nickname.   His mother and Riza would never break into his bathroom to write spooky shit in the mirror, they'd never push his buttons like that.   His best friend would.  His asshole best friend would break into his apartment and write dumb fucking messages on his mirror to find when he was recovering from a hangover.   But Maes was dead, that was a fact.

Then, in front of his eyes, he saw new letters emerge.   One by one:   USO-800. Maes's call number that only he and Central Command knew.  This couldn't be real.

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Ed and Al came over for dinner, something they were now accustomed to doing for Elicia's sake.   Roy enjoyed cooking and Elicia enjoyed company, they enjoyed trying to make things normal for her.   It worked out well.   This evening something seemed wrong and Ed couldn't quite put his finger on it.   He wondered if Roy was going to give up on it all, he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he was biased when it came to failed father figures.   Al was hopeful, but Ed saw the uncertainty and it reminded him of the way Hohenheim used to look at them before he left.  

After they put Elicia to bed and told her a bedtime story, they came out to say goodnight to Roy as he did the dishes.   “Is Elicia asleep?”

Ed glared at his back as he put some more dishes in the drying rack. He knew it. “Yeah.”

Al gave his brother a questioning glance.  Why did he sound so hostile?  “Yes, she tried to fight it but we promised to come back tomorrow so she could hear the rest of the story.”

Roy toweled off his hands and turned around.   “I have a theory to run past you two.”

Theory.  Ed crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.  Theory that he wasn't cut out for this?  That he wasn't going to be able to be a good Father for this little girl so it was best to just not try?

“As alchemists, we can see energy.”  Roy began., his eyes not lifting from the towel as he rubbed his hands off despite them already being adequately dry. “I'm not alone in this?”

“No.” Al responded.

“A soul, is theorized as being an energy source.” Roy began and finally threw the towel onto the counter.  He looked up and he saw Hughes standing beside Ed on the wall.   He had nobody else he could ask.   These two were the only people in existence who could understand his reasoning or his insanity.  “We, as alchemists, should be able to see it as we do other energy.”

Ed wasn't expecting that.   He let his anger abate and stepped away from the wall. “What...are you asking?”

“Can you see Hughes?”  Roy asked and looked directly at his best friend. “There, by the chalkboard on the wall?”

Both boys turned towards the chalkboard without hesitation and saw nothing. Then something happened.   On the chalkboard was a patch of scribbled chalk, a block of color, and then smudges in it appeared.  Something was wiping away the chalk.  Al was the first to ask, “How are you doing that? I didn't see you clap.”

“I'm not doing that.”  Roy said.  “You see it too, right?”

Ed walked closer, eyes watching intently as every stroke revealed a message.   It was a date.  His birthday.  Elicia's birthday.   “Colonel, if this is some kind of joke I will kick your ass all the way back to East City.”

“If you concentrate to the left of the chalkboard, to the left of you...can you see him?”  Roy asked and stepped closer to the table.  He needed confirmation, he needed to know he wasn't losing it. “Concentrate.   Focus on the energy...”

Ed did as asked and did see a faint outline of something.    

“I see.” Al said and gasped softly.   “He's a soul without a body.  How did you do it Colonel?”

“I didn't do anything.”  Roy said and Hughes then wrote on the board again.

'Alchemy doesn't do everything.'

Ed leaned against the kitchen table.   He looked at Mustang who's face betrayed his relief and he knew right then and there this was the truth.  He had accepted so many other things so readily, why not this?  He focused harder and saw the shadowy face of a man they had come to love as part of their family.  He was quick to react and said, “But...maybe we can use alchemy to attach your soul to a body.”

'No'

“I already asked.”  Roy said and sat down at the table.   “Hughes wishes to remain a ghost.”

Al knew from the sound of his voice that Mustang would have paid the toll to soul bind Hughes to something so he could still live.   He also knew that he would still do it if a solution presented itself.  “I don't understand how this is happening?  How is Hughes able to be here?”

“I don't know anything about ghosts.”  Roy said and leaned back in the chair.  “I always thought they were bullshit easily explained by the human psyche stretching for a reason to simple physical reactions.   “

'I like proving your wrong'

“Shut up Hughes.”

Ed sat down and felt the air disturbance next to him and his skin reacted to it with goosebumps and raised hairs.   “So what do you want us to do?   Do you want us to find a way to put him in a body again?”

“I want...” Roy paused.  “We want you to help Elicia learn alchemy so she can see him.   I think there is something in the way we, as alchemists, see the world that enables us to focus on this energy and mentally process it.”

“Does she know?” Al asked.

Roy looked at Hughes and crossed his arms.  “Well someone has been writing her notes on the chalkboard in her room.   Which makes for some awkward conversations with the people at daycare.”

'Not sorry'

“We can do that.” Al assured him.   “We can definitely do that.”

Roy looked over as Hughes gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but wonder what else they could do.   It was a conversation for the office however, somewhere Hughes couldn't hear him asking Ed about how he bound Al's soul to his armor in excruciating detail.  

'Start tomorrow.'

“They do work for me remember?”  Roy said knowing this was a move meant to block him from asking those questions of Ed.  Knowing Hughes would be alone with the boys and tell them not to allow their knowledge, their mistakes, from being shared.  

'Too bad'

Roy stood up and sighed.  “Well then you two might as well spend the night.   I'm going to bed, some of us actually have to work in the morning.”

“I don't sleep.” Al reminded them and went over to add more chalk to the board.   “I finally have someone I can talk to.”

“I'll stay up with you.”  Ed said and sat down.    

“Goodnight then.” Roy said and relaxed a little.   It gave him time to think to himself without Hughes interrupting.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Relationship: Maes Hughes/Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Road Trips, A translation of my own work, Author is not a native English speaker, Amnesia, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy Summary: Roy meets his eyes — he never blinks, and Hughes feels like he's staring into the abyss. The abyss stares back into Hughes; Hughes turns the turn signal on.

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hyuroi week: day 2- rain ==================================== mood:: (╯°▽°)╯ ┻━┻

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2017 Prompts:

Day 1: Aug 7th - Promotion

Day 2: Aug 8th- Rain

Day 3: Aug 9th- Rivals

Day 4: Aug 10th- I’ll Always Be By Your Side

Day 5: Aug 11th- No Answer

Day 6: Aug 12th- Support

Day 7: Aug 13th- Last Meeting

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Romantic and platonic Hyuroi will both be accepted.   NSFW is fine, but must  be tagged.

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Hyuroi Week: Day 1: Promotion

Roy was leaning against the bar when he felt a presence beside him.  His lips were poised right above the rim of the glass as he stiffened and looked up at the mirror behind the bar to see who was beside him.  His tension turned to surprise as he slammed the shot glass down on the bar and turned to his best friend. “Hughes!”

“What?  You thought I wouldn't want to celebrate your promotion?”  Maes asked and leaned over to trace the new star on Roy's epaulet with his finger.   He hopped on a train after work to make sure Roy didn't spend his after-promotion party by himself.  His staff would have taken him out, but afterwards...well he knew the shit would be in his favorite bar by himself. Reflecting.   “So shiny and new!  Did Grumman make you bend over so he could pin it on you?”

Roy smile didn't fade and Hughes wrapped him up in a tight squeezing hug.  

“So proud of you Roy.”

And Roy relaxed and enjoyed the hug for a brief moment before Hughes asked the inevitable question.

“So how did you get this promotion? What clinched it for you?”  Maes said and fluffed up his buddy's soft and messy hair.  

His body reacted, knowing the reason would garner some disapproval from him.  He knew Maes felt the change in his body and within a second Hughes released him from the hug to look him in the eye.   The bar was busy, servers brushed up against them in an attempt to make their way to tables, and the patrons at the bar were more interested in happy hour than eavesdropping.   So he quietly said, “I recruited that Elric kid for the State Alchemist program.”

Maes sat down.  “You're kidding.”

“No. I got my promotion for recruiting a kid into the military. A kid who already lost his Mom, Brother and limbs. I gave a ten year old a recruitment speech and he latched onto it because he had nothing else and he took me up on the offer.”  Roy said and took a drink.  

Maes studied Roy’s body and it spoke volumes.  The way his eyes stared straight ahead, the way he immediately punished himself with the burning shot of alcohol down his throat and the way he slumped on the bar stool despite achieving something unthinkable:  A full Colonel before thirty and all he needed to do was hand a boy over to the State to use as a  weapon if they wanted to.   Roy was waiting for it; the disapproval, the disgust.   He wanted it.   Maes sighed and leaned on the bar, he wasn't going to get it.  “If this kid is that good then it's only a matter of time before he was noticed.  Not everyone would have brought him under their protective wing.”

Roy didn't move, just shifted his eyes to Hughes to see if he was being serious.   He was.  

“You think I don't know you're a soft-hearted protective fool, Roy Mustang?  Sure this Colonel Mustang is a total asshole, manipulating some child genius to get himself promoted, but that lazy bastard doesn't do anything but force his staff to do his paperwork for him while he whores around. Now he's got an errand boy.  What a dick.”

It didn't make him feel any better about it.  Promotions had been earned at the cost of others, not by his own merits.   This wasn't how it was supposed to be, but that was reality.   That was the military.  “I'll need your help.  I can't help the boys too much, that kid can't be seen as an asset to me.   So...if you can watch out and help him a little, I'd appreciate it.”

“Of course.”  Maes said and smiled. Soft-hearted idiot.  Suddenly these kids had a income and access to the wealth of knowledge the Central Library had to offer.  Suddenly they had Mustang and his team watching them, because he would have to report in to his supervisor and Maes knew they would be out in full force if anyone endangered that child.  “But right now we celebrate!  My best friend just got promoted! Another step closer to Central! Another step closer to the top.”

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Hyuroi Week: Day 3- Rivals

Maes assumed that the reason he just had to be an asshole to Mustang was that he was annoyed with him always having the more-than-just-right answers in tactics class.   Or maybe it was because he just kept to himself and didn't have any demerits yet.  Or maybe maybe the isolated academy experience was actually increasing his aggression like it was supposed to.   However he never did like spinach quiche that much and for him to go out of his way to swipe it out from under Mustang like that....he had to have a reason other than just to be a dick.

Whatever the reason, he never expected that the quiet cadet would actually take it as a challenge, or that he would enjoy that rivalry as much as he did.   They pushed each other, Mustang forced him to learn more strategy terms than he cared to and he pushed that scrawny shit to excel in the more physical tests.

Somehow the rivalry made them better soldiers, better men....and eventually friends and lovers.  It made him question if there had been something more that pushed him to reach out and take the last quiche that day and what life would have been like if he didn't.  

[all-the-wrong-lines]

Who's your friend? (For Hyuroi week 2017, day 3: "Rivalry")

“Are you even listening to me Maes?” Roy sighed as he halted his story, picking up his glass to take another drink but finding it empty.

Roy’s friend shot his head around, returning to the conversation.

“Of course I’m listening to you Roy, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t pay attention to, uh…” He plastered an innocent expression onto his face. “Remind me what exactly you were saying again?” Roy kept his features stern; if he let Hughes know he found his preoccupation amusing it would be paramount to accepting his indifference. Instead he glanced over at the cause of distraction—a charming brunette sitting at the bar—and decided on a new tactic.

“That brunette over there’s pretty cute.” Roy eyed Maes from the side as he spoke, then darted his gaze over to the girl again to signal a sly interest. Hughes’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise as he looked over and let out a small sputter.

“Yeah I suppose she is. Ya know, now that you mention it, maybe I should go over there and talk to her.” He glanced at the ceiling, the worst attempt at nonchalance Roy had ever seen in his life. He felt his smirk growing against his will as he leaned back casually in his seat.

“I dunno Maes, I think she’s more the type to go for an alchemist, don’t you?” He hooked his elbow on the corner of his chair, creating an air of casual confidence. He chanced a look at his friend, seeing his expression shift to something more thoughtful.

“You think every girl’s the type to go for an alchemist.” Hughes leaned back to match Roy’s posture, eyes carefully placed elsewhere in the room.

“Only because they are.” Roy shot back with a laugh. He could see Hughes smirk as he caught on and found a genuine smile creeping it’s way up in response. He leaned forward dramatically, gesturing for Hughes to do so as well so he could whisper into his ear. “Chicks dig power” he mused, attempting a serious baritone but ultimately unable to maintain it. Hughes snorted.

“Power?” an incredulous look crossed his face. “Last week you burned yourself in the field trying to heat your coffee.”

“Uncontrollable power.” Roy put his arms out into a slight ‘what can you do?’ expression. “Even better.” A smile broke onto Hughe’s face as Roy spoke. “Besides. It’s not my fault the idiot who designed our canteen cups decided to make them metal.”

“Well if you’d just heated the water up in the bag like you were supposed to it would have been fine.” Hughes’s eyes hit the ceiling, voice dripping. “Sounds more like an operator error to me.”

“Well I apologize for not wanting to be a sheep Maes.” Roy let his eyes roll up as well, embracing the sarcasm. “Just because everyone else does it that way, doesn’t make it the best way.”

“Except that it is the the best way.” Hughes raised his pointer finger as he spoke, for effect.

“Says who?” Roy pushed some incredulity into his voice.

“Says your burnt fingers.” Maes replied immediately, smirking down at the reddened pads on his friends hand.

“Says the company that sells canteen cups.” All the seriousness of a seasoned conspiracy theorist graced Mustang’s voice. His eyes wandered back to the brunette, she’d ordered a beer while they were talking. “A thousand cenz.” Roy glanced at his friend, waiting for the confused request for elaboration.

“A thousand cenz? What—“

“That she likes alchemists.” Roy watched as Hughes considered his offer.

“You’ll have to be a little more specific Roy.” Hughes raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Most people like alchemists to some degree and I’m not about to lose on a technicality.” Roy considered his options. The more blatant he was, the more likely Hughes was to legitimately compete. Maybe he could stand looking like a bit of an ass if it meant a real, good, old fashioned stand-off. He decided it was best to commit fully, and leveled Maes with his best, cockiest expression.

“A thousand cenz that she comes home with me tonight.” He let his eyes narrow as Maes’s widened minutely at his overconfidence. This Roy expected, but he had to admit he was thrown by the laughter that followed.

“You’re on Roy-Boy.” Maes countered, nostalgia managed to make it’s way onto his face in the way that only Hughes could ever manage, despite being directed at a woman he hadn’t even met yet. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.” Roy smiled and swished the ice around in his glass, drawing attention to it.

“Oh no.” Roy said, deadpan. “It would appear I have run out of alcohol. What a tragedy.” He stood up and gestured widely to the bar. “I suppose I have no choice but to go over there, to the bar, in order to get more.” He backed away from the table as he spoke, turning at the halfway point to walk casually up to the empty space near the lady. Leaning over the counter loosely, he ordered a shot. Absinthe.

Roy didn’t usually do shots. He preferred drinks you could appreciate over a long period of time—strong at first, but slowly mulled by the melting ice. That however, would be no good for his party tricks. As soon as the shot arrived, he pulled a pen out of his pocket. Keeping one with him was a habit drilled into him during training that hadn’t quite had time to disappear.

“Excuse me miss?” He nudged the brunette’s elbow, holding the pen with his other hand. She looked up at him and he was struck by the simple yet inviting features she possessed. “Could I trouble you for your napkin?” She narrowed her eyes skeptically at his pen before raising an eyebrow at him

“I’m not giving you my number.” She said simply, turning to go back to her beer.

“I’m not asking for your number,” Mustang elaborated sweetly, “just your napkin.” The girl gave him another calculating look before sighing and taking the napkin out from under her drink. she passed it to him.

“There’s a condensation ring on it from the glass, is that okay?” Her question showed interest but she wasn’t making eye contact. The fact that she let him borrow it at all was a good sign.

“Actually,” Roy leaned deeper against the bar so his eyes were level with hers, “it’s perfect. Now I don’t have to find something to trace a circle with.” She didn’t look terribly impressed, but she would be.

Drawing the transmutation circle onto the napkin wasn’t the easiest thing Roy had ever done, but having the ring to start with did admittedly make it easier. He could see Maes watching with interest from their table out of the corner of his eye, and that reminded him to do it quickly and cleanly. Screwing up in front of a pretty girl was bad enough, but Hughes would spread the story like wildfire. And he’d lose the bet. Once the circle was finished, Roy reached into his pocket for his lighter.

He played with the spark wheel absently—other hand relaxed on the napkin—before turning to the girl and giving a wink and a flick. Fire shot up and followed a slightly excessive path to the glass, lighting the alcohol ablaze. He chanced another glance at the girl and saw that she was trying not to look interested. Perhaps another tactic was necessary. Which one though?

“You know,” he instructed, “it’s not actually the alcohol itself that’s burning. It’s the vapor.” She didn’t respond, simply glancing at him as he held up the flaming booze to indicate his meaning. “Well, technically speaking the vapor is alcohol,” She looked more interested now, he must be on the right track. “but it evaporates more easily than water because of the way the hydrogen bonds, so it’s still interesting when you compare it to water.” Was she looking at something? He started to turn around to check and—

“Roy-Boy!” Maes clapped him on the back. Hard. Not that he could complain about it without looking like a pansy, but it was clear what it meant. Back off. “I was wondering who this lovely… who this… shit…” Maes was staring at him, alarmed. Roy rolled his eyes, what the hell kind of tactic was this anyway.

“What is it Hughes,” Roy sighed dramatically, “did you forget how to talk or are you just having one of your weird moments?”

“Roy, you’re on fire.”

Roy looked down at his clothing to discover that he was, in fact, on fire. His whole sleeve and part of his torso where in a state of mild burning. Shit. He looked around frantically for the array he’d drawn, setting down his spilled shot. If he could drown out the oxygen, maybe he could stop it before it made it to his skin. Where was that stupid napkin?

There. The girl was holding it. He snatched it out of her hands, focusing immediately on the transmutation.

It wasn’t working, why wasn’t it working? He looked down at the array to see a tear and a smudged lipstick stain. She’d broken the circle. Shit.

“Maes! Do you have any chalk?” Roy looked pleadingly at his friend. The flames where growing, he could feel the heat on his face. Thank the universe he had a thing for wearing layers.

“Why would I carry chalk with me to a bar Roy?” Maes threw his arms out in front of him confused. “We have to smother the fire!”

“I know that Maes, I’m a fire alchemist.” Roy gestured wildly towards his pocket watch, He could feel burns starting to form on his arm, if this took too much longer they could be fairly severe. “do you think I don’t know how to put out a fire? That’s why I need the damn chalk!”

“Why would you need chalk to put out a fire Roy, that makes no sense.”

“Quit lecturing me on how to put out fires Maes, I think I—

Suddenly, a good amount of water was dumped over Roy’s frame. He turned slowly to see the brunette with a small bucket. One of the ones they use to keep wine bottles in ice. The fire wasn’t completely out but the flames were small now and refusing to catch on the wet fabric. He was able to pat the rest of them down until they went away. Roy didn’t say anything, standing as awkwardly as the other two until Hughes broke the silence.

“So Roy, you going to introduce me to your friend?”

[hyuroiweek]

Hyuroi Week 2017 Prompts

It’s time to celebrate the unforgettable and important relationship between Maes Hughes and Roy Mustang!  This year Hyuroi Week will be held August 7th thru August 13th.   Tag your work #HyuroiWeek2017 and we will happily reblog!    

2017 Prompts:

Day 1: Aug 7th - Promotion

Day 2: Aug 8th- Rain

Day 3: Aug 9th- Rivals

Day 4: Aug 10th- I’ll Always Be By Your Side

Day 5: Aug 11th- No Answer

Day 6: Aug 12th- Support

Day 7: Aug 13th- Last Meeting

Rules:

All submissions must be your own work.  

Romantic and platonic Hyuroi will both be accepted.   NSFW is fine, but must  be tagged.

All types of fanwork will be accepted:  Art, fanfiction, gifs, fanmixes, etc.  Whatever you create for this ship week we want to see it!

This isn’t a competition, no ‘winners’ will be chosen.  We’re all winners when there is more Hyuroi in this world and no fan’s work is greater than another’s.  Have fun and enjoy!

 Any comments, questions or concerns just ask!

[hyuroiweek]

Fic inspired by dailymaeshughes’ art for the same prompt!

[erlenwein]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Relationship: Maes Hughes/Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Adultery, PTSD, Angst, Hints of OCD!Hughes, Hints of Maes/Gracia, vague smut, Author is not a native English speaker, i think i spent more time on the title than on actually writing it Summary: Maes doesn't like talks like that, but he knows he ought to talk: it makes the pain go away for some time. At least, that's what Alex keeps saying: voice your feelings, share your pain, and it becomes bearable; as if Alex follows on his own advice. The man is pro in repression; Maes is, apparently, not.

[k00kiecrumbler]

hyuroi week: day 3- rivals ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× they have a love-hate relationship with a damn quiche...and themselves!

[k00kiecrumbler]

hyuroi week: day 7- last meeting !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well, this was rushed, but have a good nap