set my world on fire

Yorushika- “Say It.”

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Roy: It’s a vacation. You don’t wake up early on vacations.

Maes: Not that your beauty sleep is all that beautiful sometimes, love… ^^;

Roy:

gays

in space

well aren’t they getting spoiled tonight

possibly the cutest roy i have ever drawn

doesn’t make sense in canon but i love the thought of eyepatch hyuroi

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) Title: (I Woke up from) the Longest Dream  1/6 Pairings: Maes Hughes/Roy Mustang Wordcount: ~2,4k Rating: Teen and up

Contains: Suicidal Characters, Depressed Characters, Established Relationships, References to War

Summary: Five times Maes Hughes looks at Roy Mustang. One time Roy Mustang looks back.

An unbiased observer would perhaps say that Roy deserves the nightmares, deserves that the memories of what he’s done follow him every waking moment, and every moment that he’s not awake as well. Deserves being haunted in his sleep, where he’s defenseless, where he can’t escape, can’t distract himself, where he always has to experience the horrors of Ishval again and again until the end of his days. Maes is not unbiased. 

Roy is a stupid idiot with a giant unrequited crush on Hughes, officially, they’re just two best friends who sometimes go out for some drinks. One morning, Roy wakes up half-naked. Hughes is making breakfast. Roy has no recollection of the last night.

Roy spends some agonizing days unsure if they fucked or not. Hughes never brings it up, so Roy won’t either, but he *doesn’t know* and it drives him crazy. Doesn’t help that Hughes accidentally innuendos the whole time.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Paring: Roy Mustang/Maes Hughes // Hyuroi Wordcount: ~8000 Rating: M due to subject matter

Contains: Roy being a suicidal, depressed mess; Maes trying to help; lots of talk about trying/wanting to commit suicide; alcoholism, canon events and unhappy endings; two sentences of them being naked

Summary: - “Once upon a time, there was a young man who desperately wanted to kill himself.” - “That’s a shitty story.” - “Too bad, it’s the only one I have.”

AO3

This must be what being an alcoholic feels like, he sometimes thinks while staring at the bottom drawer of his desk as if a snake was hiding inside, one that could immediately lunge at him should he set it free. As if he’d caged a wild, venomous animal, one he was unable to stop thinking about, to check back if it was still where he had seen it five seconds ago.

Too bad that he himself is this animal, too bad that his own thoughts are the poison.