I Love That Pirate AU You Wrote! Do You Have A FFN/AO3 Account With More Things To Read? :o

I love that pirate AU you wrote! Do you have a FFN/AO3 account with more things to read? :o

Unfortunately no...

...T YET, HELL YEAH I'LL MAKE ONE AND LINK IT HERE

Thank you so much for reading, Anon, I actually was contemplating about making an account on some writing platform because this blog's pretty dead and I still have a lot of unfinished projects.

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Okay, I was like: Imma write a drabble the way it’s supposed to be. I’m a pro.Spoiler: I didn’t, so this just turned out to be a weird oneshot. I got too much into it. Enjoy.Song: So Close - Jon McLaughlin“So close to reaching that famous happy end,Almost believing this one’s not pretend.”There she is, capturing something more than his view.Again, as if it took her no effort. But how? What was she doing here? Did anything other than her arrival matter anymore?Somehow, she looked more stunning than this morning, when they bumped into each other on the street. She made small steps trough the hall and he could see red shoes shyly showing their tips underneath her long dress. The dress swayed with each movement. From head to toe, the dress gradually turned from blue to red. Just the experience of looking at her seemed surreal.She noticed him, but then another man wanted her attention. She turned her head towards his black glasses and brown hair, then listened to his whispers and nodded until, finally, he walked away. Her gaze followed him before he got lost in the crowd.Her amber eyes met the black one again. She smiled. Resumed her pace towards him. Before he knew it, she was two feet away, the orchestra crept into the silence and he reached out.“Would you like to dance?” Pause. “Yes.”She gave him his hand and they both joined the dance floor.She placed her hand in his and spread her fingers across his shoulder. In return, his hand went underneath her shoulder blade and his eyes to hers.In the few steps that followed, the white-haired man noticed an unexpected security in her movements. It was almost as if the girl wasn’t the very klutz that spilt his tea. “You’re a pretty good dancer.”She looked away from the intense stare. An agonizing pause.“I thought I’d never see you again.”This statement made her tense and her eyes returned to his with a sheepish smile.“You’d want to?”The singer’s voice kept carrying them across the hall.“More than I’m willing to admit.”“Well, saying ‘yes’ is satisfying enough.”“Well, I guess that makes us both pleasantly surprised.”“Ehm, ‘pleasantly surprised’ doesn’t even begin to describe it”He chuckled.“What does?”Step, step, sigh.“I wish I could tell you.”He nodded in understanding. The conversation ended. They were both carried by the waves of the song into the waltz that was like a ship over the depths of each other’s eyes. Synchronised with the singer’s voice, like it was all planned outSo far, we are…The music started changing it’s pace.“Miss, if you don’t mind, I would like to try something”“I don’t.”“Hold tight.”Her expression showed how she read his intention and her grip tightened. His footwork became faster with each next step as they moved. She followed and her dress did too. The world became hazy. Guests. Marble pillars. Grand chandeliers. All gone.What remained was his smile and the bubble of laughter that wanted to escape her.It felt like-“Miss Bordeaux!”They stopped. The man with glasses from before stood as close as he had to be, looking displeased. Her partner gave them a confused glance. Glasses ignored him. His unpleasant attention was directed at the redhead. She turned to her partner and bowed.“I’m grateful for the pleasant dance.”“The feeling is mutual.”The brown haired man coughed and the girl hesitated before turning towards him. She rushed as she looked down at her feet.Her partner stood there for a few moments before walking towards the exit himself. Time to leave came too early. His friends will forgive him. As for the host, he’ll come up with an excuse.What about her?He’ll probably never see her again. Fate doesn’t give two chances so easily. Three is pretty much impossible. He knows how cruel it is. But…He can’t help but hope.Now he knows the name he yearned for all day.

Alright guys, here's the second one: WBC point of view. The first one got so much love and I'm so grateful for that. Can't wait to do more writing for this pair...😏😉

U1146 was only minding his business. He could've sworn he did. But when your business revolves around killing dangerous bacteria maybe it just doesn't matter.

Man, it feels good to take a break. Marginating pool, here I co-.

In one moment, he took a sip of tea. In the other, he was spread out on the ground. Something, no, somebody was pressed up against him - another cell. White could feel their laboured breaths.

So he decided to take a look. His body couldn't help but twitch after emotions hit his gut.

It was her.

"I, I'm... Red blood cell, I" was all that he could muster.

Both of them craved space to breathe, so he tried to stand up. His cold hand felt warmth before it found the floor. The neutrophil was confused until he noticed that red colour on her face. He understood which border he crossed and how it made him look. However, he could not understand how it made him feel. U1146 wanted to say something, but only widened his eyes before a helpless blink. He wanted to back away, but didn't.

The surprising thing was, Ae3803 had done the same.

And all that he could do was stare at the gold of her eyes. There were no right choices in that moment. No words to say. This moment was felt. The sight of her red hair. The sound of her heavy breathing. Feeling of her warmth. Her metallic scent. His mind refused to process anything else.

What had Ae3803 done to him? She seemed to know as much as he did. Whatever it was, he wanted her to stop. Or did he really? Was this feeling dread or anticipation? How could he feel such fear and excitement at the same time? Of all the dangers U1146 faced, this one seemed to be the most terrifying one of them all.

Because it took the shape of an erythrocyte with the most beautiful smile.

Her eyes lost focus and Ae3803 looked to her right. A beat. She started moving again. U1146 could only tense up, hoping to prevent history from repeating. Despite the effort, he felt her movements against him making his embarrassment reach new heights. She closed her eyes and quickly backed away.

He was on the floor, realising that he could breathe again.

Say something. Anything! She'll get the wrong idea!

I lost control!

What's wrong with me?

I should've-

"U-uhm, White blood cell? Are, are you alright?"

The voice grounded him. Only after he sat up, he noticed the disarray among the ranks of his locks was gone. He didn't want to look at her as he felt warmth filling his cheeks. She was standing, at a distance, and he could feel her discomfort. Her movements were restless as she put her hat back on.

"I'm fine, don't, ehm worry about me. Are you hurt anywhere?"

U1146 restrained himself from checking, feeling that asking was all that he should do.

If only I got hold of myself sooner.

"I'm fine! Great, really, I, I didn't get hurt anywhere!", she waved her hands around.

An immune cell doing something like this!

"That's... uhm, that's great! I'm glad you didn't get hurt... uhm, I, you just be more careful next time."

"Y-yeah, I will."

I'm a shame, look how I made her feel. What have I done?

"Somebody c-could get hurt if this happens again..."

"I know, my bad! Please, forgive me, please."

Me? Forgive you? You don't understand...

"It's alright, but it would be... I just wanted to warn you."

"I'm really sorry. I will get you a new cup of tea."

He realised why she said that and glued his eyes towards her box. The O2 written on it became the most interesting sight in the world.

"You don't have to, I'm just glad that your box is intact."

"Yeah, me too!"

That was as much chat as they could force. Ae3803 made a shaky stride towards the box. He tried to ignore her. Well, at least he tried.

U1146 held back on giving her unrestricted access to his feelings through his look again. He thought it was enough to stabilise the situation. The answer came in her shaky movements, lip bites and rosy cheeks.

Just a few more seconds, Red blood cell and I will leave you alone.

He couldn't help but work in favour of this unusual disease. He didn't know what he exactly craved, nor how will looking at her help him obtain it. The most frustrating thing was that he just did it.

I'm not myself today.

"I will get the tea myself, thank you."

Don't you dare look at her

Trying to block out every sense that she bewitched, he went past her.

"S-see you"

Don't look at me, please.

She did.

Photographs found their place in an album. A certain cell that had seen everything smiled as he looked at them.

"Nice. Very nice."

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Her fingers are hesitantly pressed against the door. She swims through all the possible reasons of inviting her this late to his office. Sigh. Resign. Knock.

The familiar scent of paper and salt always managed to soothe Riza's nerves which were tense for multiple reasons. However, she wanted her unrest hidden, so she ignored the bookshelf covering the entire right wall and the crates and chests to her left. Her focus was in front of her instead, where two black boots rested on the messy desk, a chin rested on one arm. The captain's brow was furrowed toward the window, contradicting his relaxed manner. After a blink his eye jumped to hers and Riza almost drowned. She didn't have to hide anything, he knew.

"Good evening, sir."

His boots made a thud as their soles hit the floorboards.

"Evening, Hawkeye."

His coat, draped over his chair, and his shirt, unbuttoned to the unprofessional level, were enough for her to see that there was no emergency in sight.

"Sorry for disturbing you this late. I just wanted to talk, seeing how lately you..."

...have been avoiding me.

She knew how the sentence ended. Maybe that's why he didn't finish it. That, or he didn't want to confirm his doubts.

"I don't mind, sir. Talking to you has always been a pleasure."

Until you kissed me.

"Ditto."

They had this strange staring contest for a couple of breaths.

Ah, kisses. They have this power to turn details to unforgettable and make one aware of just how quickly things can get out of hand. But that didn't stop her from wondering just how much of a mess would the next kiss make. Kissed by the most terrifying man of the Amestrian seas. A thing to put in her resume.

It was strange how in the course of these few weeks she managed to become a member of the Hawk's crew, make her way through the ranks and gain the trust of the infamous Roy Mustang. Not only did she have his trust, but he had hers and that was probably the strangest thing that has happened.

"Let us proceed to the deck. I planned our conversation to be held there."

What am I doing?

He stood up and then opened the door for her.

I was a soldier

He closed the door behind her.

A soldier loyal to his Excellency

They made their way through the hall.

Maybe I still am

He opened the door.

Whatever I might be, he's a-

On the deck, not in the centre, but slightly closer to their left. There has been set a table for two. Candles, silky tablecloth and roses. There was Breda, playing the accordion at an acceptable proximity.

Riza stared at the sight for a moment, then turned to see how Captain's mysterious smirk turned into a mischievous grin. He held out his hand.

"Shall we?"

"Uhm, sir?"

"I truly hope you didn't regret coming with me when... I did that. I'll leave you alone and even let you go back to Amestris, if you desire so. But if not, please, dance with me tonight."

It took a moment of hesitation. A moment of that firm no, telling her the consequences of her actions. A moment and then she gave him her hand.

I'll become your accomplice

Roy's grin somehow widened and it seemed he wanted to show her all the jigs that he knew. His quick feet knew seemed to know every dance and even make up some of their own. Step by step and Riza did as well.

"You're a quick learner."

She saw an opportunity.

"Let's see how you fare."

She pulled him into the Amestrian waltz, the one that only the higher layers of society could dance with the exception of her, a bodyguard able to learn it at the Bradley estate. She took the lead while he was fumbling around on his feet, eye wide. She lead him through the waltz's changing pace, that barely matched Breda's efforts. Roy marvelled her skill and then noticed her smug smile. With the movement of a thief, he switched them so that now he was in the leading position.

"I think I got the hang of it."

The steps that he made were certainly elegant and connected, but lacked the elements that made the waltz. He simply couldn't replicate her fast steps.

He raised his soft smile to her and she let out a laugh.

"We should dance more often."

Sorry, it ends here. I can't be bothered to correct the mistakes right now so forgive me for that. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank @tomochingus for this beautiful art.

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Its almost a year since me and my boyfriend met. I was cosplaying Riza Hawkeye and he was cosplaying Roy mustang at Birmingham MCM he ran up to me shouting ‘Lieutenant!’ To get my attention and we spoke in character for a bit before introducing ourselves Its MCM Birmingham again in just over a week so to honor tradition we’re going as Royai

Whats great is we have always refered to eachother as ‘Lieutenant’ and ‘Colonel’ and his family call me Riza.