#erimeows

***Thank you to @erimeows for working on this collab project with me! Please go check out their fic "Boudoir" which is a prequel to this one! Also massive thanks to @treblemaker45 for Beta reading!***

Riza Mustang sits straight up in bed, her heart hammering in her chest. She throws the covers back, puts her feet to the floor, and runs as fast as they can carry her. 

She barely makes it to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet before vomiting spectacularly. Tears spring unbidden to her eyes as her stomach clenches and acid burns her throat. 

“Again?”

She can’t even look up at the sound of her husband’s tired voice, and he comes to kneel behind her, insisting on holding back her hair.

When she finally finishes and leans back against the side of the bathtub, he hands her a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. Riza tosses the paper into the bowl and flushes the mess away as he rises, turning on the sink and wetting a washcloth. Riza leans her head against the cool porcelain, trying to catch her breath. 

Roy kneels again beside her with the cold washcloth, pressing it to her cheek, but she snatches it from him irritably.

“You don’t have to do this,” she mumbles, feeling ashamed as she wipes tears from her cheek. “I keep telling you.”

Roy sits down cross-legged, running his hands up and down his bare arms, clearly cold in the early morning. 

“And I keep telling you,” he replies patiently, “that I don’t mind.” He sighs and puts his hand on her knee. “I know we both wanted this baby, but every time I see you suffering like this, I keep thinking, ‘Damn you, Mustang. You’ve hurt her again.’” He smiles ruefully, cutting her off before Riza can argue. “And I know that’s ridiculous, but I can’t help it.” He raises his hand from her knee and brushes her bangs back from her forehead. “I just want to do what I can to support you, Ria.”

🌈 Hi, there! Nice to meet you; I'm Eri, AKA erimeows. I'm a 23 year old multifandom fanfiction author and this is my blog. I post the Ao3 links to my works, updates about my WIPS, answers to any asks I may receive, and the occasional reblog here.

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Aside from my fanfiction writing, I also love to write original works, draw, paint, read, play videogames, bake/cook, grow my herb garden, and spend time with my family- which consists of my husband, our shared best friend, our daughter, our two cats, and some aquatic snails.

Obviously, you can always get ahold of me here, but if you'd ever like the ability chat with me on a platform that has a nicer messaging system, my Discord is erimeows as well and you're more than free to contact me at any time! If you see an erimeows anywhere other than here/Discord/Wattpad/ao3, it isn't me!

Speaking of Discord, I also mod a Mystic Messenger fan server and a Royai (Fullmetal Alchemist) shipping server in my free time. If you're interested in joining either of these, shoot me a DM on here or on Discord and I'll gladly send you an invite link. Finally, credit to the lovely @rmstitanics for the rainbow flower dividers I use! Here is the link to their original post of the dividers. Please go support them! 🌈

***Thank you so much to @erimeows for Beta reading and for inspiring this fic! Please go check out their newest one-shot "Sober" which is a counterpoint to this story!***

Stupid. Careless. Wreckless.

Hawkeye paces.

Should have been faster. Should have been stronger. Should have protected him.

She reaches the end of the hallway and turns on her heel, clasping her hands tightly behind her back, sweeping the hallways with her sharp brown eyes. It remains empty.

All my fault.

She starts back down the hallway, pausing by the doorway to the operating theater, resisting the instinct to burst inside, to demand to be closer to her commanding officer, to hold onto his hand and never let go again as long as she lives.

But all of that is ridiculous. She’s already made enough mistakes for one day, so Riza swallows down the urge along with her guilt and keeps pacing, standing guard, watching and waiting.

As a lot of you know, I've been going back through and editing and finishing a lot of my old multichapter WIPS with the eventual goal of completing them all and getting on an upload schedule with one multichapter WIP going at a time by the end of the year.

Currently, I have been making good progress with updating most of my things at least once a month in hopes of slowly completing them all, and I now have 7 works in progress compared to the 10+ that I had at the end of 2025. I'm very proud of myself and plan on using the duration of March to crack down some and get in an update on 5 of these WIPS; the last chapter of my 5+1 fic, the 6th of 7 chapters of Wet Dreams, Chapter 7 of ADITLORM, chapter 13 of Written Confessions, and chapter 3 of Yours, Still. Most of these chapters are already mostly finished and just need edited/brushed off before posting.

You may notice, however, that I've left off Unexpected and After Hours. These were two of my earliest FMA fics, both posted when I joined the fandom at the beginning of 2025. To be honest, I don't have a lot of experience writing massive projects like they were intended to be, and got carried away. Both need major edits because my writing style has changed so much since I started them, and Unexpected in particular has details that I now know are canonically incorrect/a few plot holes. Because I've already written so much, the idea of editing them is daunting, but I just don't want to continue them until I can edit the earlier chapters and get them to a point where I'm comfortable with their quality. Unfortunately, though, this means I haven't updated either fic in over half a year and I know people aren't happy about it. Since December or so, I've been receiving a lot of comments on both, some polite, more not so polite, asking for updates. I've tried explaining the above thought process but the comments keep on coming. I know I could easily go and turn them off, but I'm in general overwhelmed by both fics and have decided to take them down temporarily. I have them backed up and my plan is to go back and finish and repost them re-edited when I'm happier with the quality. This probably won't make sense to everyone, but this is just the easiest course of action to keep me productive/organized and sane.

Like I said, After Hours and Unexpected have been taken me down, leaving me with my 5 multichapter WIPS for now, which I hope to finish in the next few months while also focusing on my oneshots.

For anyone who is curious about what oneshots I've had going, I've been trying to explore different scenarios lately to make my smut writing a little more varied, so I recently posted a vampire Roy and a vampire Riza fic. Got a few requests recently that fall into this (piercing-related fic, slight expansion kink fic, etc) and have also been working on some dbz oneshots since I've been getting back into that fandom lately too.

My favorite color is red! :>

For my favorite thing I've ever written... that's a hard one. There's a lot of stories I've written that I'm very proud and fond of...

Aaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh I can't do it!! There's too many I love so dearly!!

Oh wait actually, yes I can. MY FAVORITE PIECE I'VE EVER WRITTEN IS "THE CASE OF DONALD DUCK'S MISSING TESTICLES"

Haha! I love avoiding challenging questions with easy meme answers! >:)