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untamed and full of teeth [1/?, a royai fanfic]

Title: untamed and full of teeth (chapter 1/?) Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang (Royai) Rating: Explicit (18+) Summary: "Her finger presses in on the trigger—

There is a horrible, deafening snarl that sends a freezing chill down her spine. It startles both her and the pheasant, who immediately squawks and flies away in a frenzy of feathers.

Riza swings her gaze to where the noise came from, continuing to stare through the scope.

Run, something inside her whispers, but she ignores it - maybe it's a deer, something large they could live off for quite a while. Her stomach rumbles at the thought, saliva pooling in her mouth.

The idea of having enough meat to live off of for a long time, of not having to worry about being hungry, keeps her feet from moving, despite the fear trickling down her spine.

The idea, however, is immediately snuffed from her mind.

There's a crash, a snapping of branches, and it dawns on Riza that whatever this is, it's something much, much larger than a deer."

A Halloween-themed, werewolf!Riza fic. Eventual Royai. Read it here on AO3!

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wip wednesday! holy shit I managed to remember for once 💀

this snippet is from a royai fic I'm working on that I will begin posting on the 31st. I'm not going to give too much away, but it's definitely Halloween-themed. 🐺 this is from the first chapter (I'm estimating four-ish in total), and will begin in pre-canon, go through canon, and then post canon. currently untitled because I'm still deciding on a name!

She spent the last few months teaching herself how to aim the old rifle. She eyes a pheasant plucking around at the forest floor, barely daring to breathe, the rifle tucked snugly beneath her elbow. Riza creeps closer, the dead leaves crunching almost silently beneath her boots. She's learned how to act like a ghost over the last two years, and it has served her well - the pheasant doesn't notice her, continuing to search the ground for tasty morsels. She aims her rifle, lining it up perfectly with the bird, ignoring the strands of her bangs that are tangling in her eyelashes. Her mouth is already watering at the memory of the smell of roasted pheasant. She's not very good at cooking yet, but she's learning slowly. Her father doesn't care either way. Her finger presses in on the trigger-- There is a horrible, deafening snarl that sends a freezing chill down her spine. It startles both her and the pheasant, who immediately squawks and flies away in a frenzy of feathers. Riza swings her gaze to where the noise came from, continuing to stare through the scope. Run, something inside her whispers, but she ignores it - maybe it's a deer, something large they could live off for quite a while. Her stomach rumbles at the thought, saliva pooling in her mouth. The idea, however, is immediately snuffed from her mind. There's a crash, a snapping of branches, and it dawns on Riza that whatever this is, it's something much, much larger than a deer.
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