Roy Mustang

The wait was an endless mix of the agony of silence that stretched out indefinitely and his heart skipping a beat every time someone stepped near him, anticipating that this was finally the moment where he got news of the worst. Every time it was just someone passing by. He would have given anything for a cigarette just then, if only for something familiar to calm his nerves, but he didn't dare leave his post in the waiting room.

It felt like an eternity before a nurse gently approached him to tell him that Roy was had been moved to a room. Havoc held his breath, not daring to hope that she'd tell him he would be fine. But while she didn't give the details, she assured him that they were doing everything they could for Roy and expected him to stabilize soon. He was alive. Havoc let out a long, slow breath, trying to convince himself the worst was over. He wasn't family, so she couldn't answer many questions about his condition, but she was allowed to let him into the room. Havoc didn't hesitate to follow her.

Though relief flooded through him at the sight of the colonel still breathing, Havoc's heart dropped seeing his condition. He'd barely had enough light to see him well before now, but seeing Roy unconscious and hooked up to machinery that may have been what was keeping him stable was devastating. Without a word, Havoc stepped slowly into the room and dragged a chair over from the nearby wall to post himself to keep watch beside Roy's bed.

He barely left the colonel's side over the next few days, determined to be there when he woke up. Or if he took a turn that Havoc tried his best not to think about. He only stepped way for short periods of time, either to get something to eat and bring it back into the room or to call Breda and ask him to bring over a book and a change of clothes. Despite the burning need for a smoke break, it would take too long to go outside and go through the full cigarette he would have traded his right hand for right about now.

Without realizing it, at some point he must have drifted off to sleep. Though he'd managed to more or less get some sleep in the chair the last few nights, the exhaustion had finally got the better of him enough that he hadn't even noticed laying his head down on the bed against Roy's hand until a slight movement sent a jolt through him that had him blinking slowly awake as he tried to process where he was.

"Hm?" As he lifted his head slowly, it suddenly dawned on him that he'd fallen asleep with his head on Roy's bed, and he quickly straightened back up, rubbing his hand back through his hair as he chastised himself for letting exhaustion and worry get the better of him. But then it dawned on him. That movement. Did that mean Roy was finally awake?

It was no surprise that Roy would feel so much pain even after all of the medication he'd been given. Roy was covered in scrapes cuts and several puncture wounds. Not to mention the several broken ribs, dislocated and now relocated shoulder. Broken hand and wrist as well as a shattered knee.

I still live I promise, however I am starting to realize that tumblr just doesn't hold my attention as much as it use to. This is not any of my followers faults nor is it mine.

Interests changed and as much as I love and miss rping sometimes I am an adult with a busy life between work family and just life things in general are keeping me from really enjoying being here.

I still live I promise, however I am starting to realize that tumblr just doesn't hold my attention as much as it use to. This is not any of my followers faults nor is it mine.

Interests changed and as much as I love and miss rping sometimes I am an adult with a busy life between work family and just life things in general are keeping me from really enjoying being here.

Their game of challenging each other and trying to uphold a rivalry would be complicated in a scenario where they were that friendly with other people so close by. They'd been able to pull it off at the showers earlier because they could loosely treat it as a competition.

But this? This was friendly. Like Roy was starting to accept what they were becoming. In all honestly, Hughes wished more than anything that he could brag about their relationship to anyone who would listen and gush to all those other cadets how cute Roy was when he blushed, but he had to keep himself contained, and blurring the line like this wasn't going to make that any easier. With a slight frown, he reluctantly promised himself to keep it quiet and treat this morning like any other. It was just an excuse to be near Roy, and he'd have to accept that this was all they could have.

The others around them seemed to chuckle as well none the wiser to their actual relationship. "Awe man and here we thought you were gonna actually be friends and not just rivals.." Mock hurt crossed the face of one of the ones who spoke before more laughter broke out. "Who says rivals can't be friends too? Maybe they'll be best friends that way." Another said around a bite of his own food.

//hello my lovely fyreflies!

//I just wanted to say that I’ve joined a new (to me) chat system similar to Discord called Stoat. I have even created my server “Fandoms United” there as well! If you have stoat and would like to join here is a link to do so :D

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For Roy, I think that's what I do right?

Valentines Day meme ❤️ "just friends?" – muse a asks muse b to be their “fake date” for valentine’s, but things start to feel a little too real. @eternally-faithful-lieutenant

for side blog @burningflamesofhell

"You want me to be your date?" The question came as a surprise to the colonel and the look on his face was as if he was dumb struck. Sure Roy cared deeply for Riza, she was like a sister to him wasn't she?

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

Taking a sharp breath to keep manageably calm, he slipped a muscular arm under Roy's legs and wrapped the other behind his shoulders to lift him from where he'd fallen, careful not to injure him further but well aware there was no way to do this painlessly. A voice in the back of his mind that he couldn't place vaguely remembered someone once telling him that dead weight always felt heavier, and he'd never thought much of it until tonight. He shifted his grip on Roy's body to keep him held tight to his chest and as balanced as he could manage.

"It's not far to the car." His voice was low and determined, though he wasn't sure which of them he was trying to reassure. "Stay with me until we're at the hospital, Colonel. You're not dying on me, you got that?" He wasn't going to let him.

There was a delicate balance between half-running and carrying a badly injured man all the way to the car, but his adrenaline almost made it easy. Just a few more steps and they'd be at the parking lot, just another minute and they'd be at the car. Short-term milestones made it seem manageable, like it was a short enough period of time for them not to have to worry about how much more Roy had in him.

It wasn't long before once again the darkness of unconsciousness took hold. Even though his breathing was now even, it was quite shallow. Doctors and nurses both had hooked him up to all kinds of tubes and machines, even putting him on a breathing machine until they could get him far more stable than he currently was. While it was clear that Havoc genuinely had not a clue as to how the colonel had ended up that way, the nurse still had to ask.

A couple days had passed, Roy's dark eyes slowly opened. The only light in the room coming from above him as the sun had set. His whole body ached but not as much as it had that night. Glancing around it took him a moment to realize where he was, looking to himself he noticed a number of bandages as well as an iv bag hanging up above him with a line connected to his forearm just below his elbow. Sometime while he was out, the breathing tubes had been removed leaving just the nasal oxygen line in his nose.

What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

Turning from Roy, he shouted over his shoulder, "Hey! Hey, we need some help over here!" He wasn't sure if anyone was there to hear, but at the very least they had to get Roy to a car. There was no time to call an ambulance; it'd take to long to get here.

It wasn't like Roy had always gone out looking for a fight or had a fight looking for him at every turn. However with things behind public eye ramping up between the military and the humonculi, it was only a matter of time before something happened to any one of them. He'd made it to the gates of the military residence hall before slumping down, the pain growing unbearable, sure he'd done what he could to stop any major bleeding but he couldn't mend the broken bones or heal the bruises with his flames. Dark eyes barely opened glanced over, head lulled to the side as if he'd been resting on his own shoulder. Foot steps sounded like they were rushing over, someone calling his title and his name but it sounded faint.

It had been a quiet evening, just a few drinks with Breda at their favorite dive bar before they'd separated for the night. Though the two of them normally walked back to the dorms together, tonight Havoc just wanted to hang back a little and enjoy the cool night air over a cigarette, so he let his friend go ahead without him so that he could linger for a bit then take his time getting back.

It was late when he arrived back at the front gate, only his measured footsteps breaking the silence. Everyone else must have already gone to bed since he didn't see anyone. At least until he saw the fallen shape of a man in the shadows. Havoc's blood ran cold, but he didn't waste a second rushing over to their side to see who it was and what had happened to them, but even from a distance, he could clearly see they were badly injured. "Hey! You alright?" he called as he ran over, cigarette dropping from between his lips.

When he was close enough to see their face, however, his heart stopped. "Colonel Mustang! What the- What happened?" Havoc dropped down by his side, his face pale as wide blue eyes searched every inch of his body for injuries. There was so much blood, and the colonel looked severely weakened from either blood loss or some kind of a heavy beating he'd taken. Despite the way his heart slammed incessantly against his rib cage and his thoughts were a jumble of potential causes and what ifs, he had to keep calm and under control if he wanted to help.

Steeling himself, Havoc reached out and pressed two fingers to the side of Roy's neck to check his heartbeat. Good, he was still alive. A small comfort in the face of what could be life-threatening injuries, but it was a start. "Hey, Colonel." He tapped his cheek lightly to try to get his attention. "We gotta get you to a hospital. What happened? Did someone stab you?"