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Roy Mutang [FMAB]

Love can exist in many shapes and sizes. It could exist as a big square of which every corner is filled with affection. Or, it could co-exist in that tiny curve we call a smile that means the world to someone. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, love can exist as a flicker of a flame that burnt and destroyed the world for everyone else, but lit a path of light for someone else in their darkness.

It was no new news to anyone that at one point, after the Ishval war, Roy Mustang had suffered from post traumatic war syndrome. The Flame Alchemist, that was claimed to be the ‘Hero of the Ishval War’ despite all the praise he was offered, within the dark depths of his mind, bore utter distaste and hatred for himself for ever becoming a dog of the military. This was because the very military that preached about peace and saving, was the most corrupted and destructive not only towards the victims of the war they commenced, but also, for their own soldiers.

And one of their victims was Roy Mustang.

Even without being aware of it himself, behind that charismatic smile and conceived confidence, the demonic horrors that once haunted Roy, still haunted him.

It wasn’t as bad as how it was after the war, no. In fact, he barely had any nightmares about it anymore.

But dear readers, like they say, no matter how many years pass by, if a wound is not properly cleansed and dealt with, it will always remain on its victim. No matter how many times one treats it, even if it seems to have become non-existent, it will always be there, waiting, and waiting, until the time is right, to attack the victim with unbearable pain once again.

It’s like being bitten by a dog. The fangs will keep digging themselves within someone unless they fight back.

And that was exactly what happened with Roy Mustang.

He never faced his nightmares properly, and so, the fragments still existed. As a result, when he at least expected it, his nightmares returned to haunt him, like a small leftover flicker of flame making a comeback to attack, because the fire it was once part off, did not go out properly. And until it did, a small part of it will always be there; waiting and waiting until it was time to attack once again.

On a starless night, the night before the day Roy Mustang was to be crowned the new King of the country Amestris, he saw big, burning, destructive flames.

He saw the horrors he tried to forget. He saw the blood-shed he thought he had washed off, but in reality, still bathed in.
He remembered the throat-ripping screams, the expression of frozen fears, the shouts and yells for mercy and help; the stench of the burning bodies and blood, the tightness he felt in his chest due to the lack of oxygen in his chest that was caused by his own flames.

And most of all, the worst of them all, he remembered his own face that was etched with guilt and fear being reflected within the eyes of his victims, before he burnt them and their world to nothing but ashes.

He remembered it all.

Hyperventilating, and covered in sweat, Roy woke up from his horrifying sleep.

He screamed in horror and terror, glancing around the darkness in his room with a fear-struck expression. And in the darkness that no one could not see in, he did.

He saw the faces of his victims screaming at him.

However, as soon as he saw those faces, they vanished, and a very small warmth began to envelope him.

“Daddy,” A small beside him whispered, the owner of the voice rubbing their eyes and yawning. The small person settled their small hand in Mustang’s, and hugging him.

The warmth of the person was a like a small flicker of flame that comforted someone in their times of darkness. And slowly, that warmth spread through him in a form of a comforting warm fire, the light of it slowly causing all his dark horrors to disappear.

Roy felt himself ease as he clutched the little hand with his, and finally after calming down, he turned towards the child next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently, smiling, and picking up his child, before settling it in his lap.

In the darkness, he could see the little child’s eyes blinking innocently at him with a rare glisten that only eyes of a child held. And within that glisten, he saw his own face.

Roy felt his breath hitch as he saw himself from the eyes of his child; a protective guardian that the child put its endless trust in.

“I’m scared-” The child began, before it let out a yelp as another pair of arms attacked the child, hugging it, and Roy tightly.

Both of them shrieked in surprise.

“Boo! Why aren’t you asleep yet?!” The voice said sternly, smiling.
The child squealed before it turned its head, and saw the familiar [e/c] eyes of its mother.

The child grinned, before it pulled away from its father Roy, and jumped in it’s mother’s arms, who began to tickle, and laugh with the child.

With slight dispiriting eyes, Roy observed the two, before his significant other turned her head towards him.

Black eyes captured [e/c] ones in the dark abyss of their room.

She smiled at him, holding their child.

And right away, the words she told him many times once again, rung in his mind.

“It’s okay,” She mouthed, as his mind spoke her told words. “Not all flames are bad, especially the small flickering ones. Just like us, their life and energy and how you see that is up to you.” She said, grinning reassuringly.

The child tilted its head at Roy, blinking innocently in confusion.

The soldier felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes, but he held them back.

Instead, he smiled his usual charismatic smile and crawled over to join his family.

He picked up his wife causing her to yelp, as his fingers began to poke the specific spots on her stomach.

The [h/c] female cried out in laughter, as they all fell back in their bed, laughing.

With the true joy and love that Roy experienced presently, he finally understood her words.

Not all flames are bad, especially the small flickering ones. Just like us, their life and energy and how you see that is up to you.

Each human is life and energy and some use that for destruction while others use it to heal and love. Similarly, each flame is life and energy and some are used for destruction while other flames are used to light the path in one’s darkness.

Description

Roy Mutang [FMAB]

Love can exist in many shapes and sizes. It could exist as a big square of which every corner is filled with affection. Or, it could co-exist in that tiny curve we call a smile that means the world to someone. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, love can exist as a flicker of a flame that burnt and destroyed the world for everyone else, but lit a path of light for someone else in their darkness.

It was no new news to anyone that at one point, after the Ishval war, Roy Mustang had suffered from post traumatic war syndrome. The Flame Alchemist, that was claimed to be the ‘Hero of the Ishval War’ despite all the praise he was offered, within the dark depths of his mind, bore utter distaste and hatred for himself for ever becoming a dog of the military. This was because the very military that preached about peace and saving, was the most corrupted and destructive not only towards the victims of the war they commenced, but also, for their own soldiers.

And one of their victims was Roy Mustang.

Even without being aware of it himself, behind that charismatic smile and conceived confidence, the demonic horrors that once haunted Roy, still haunted him.

It wasn’t as bad as how it was after the war, no. In fact, he barely had any nightmares about it anymore.

But dear readers, like they say, no matter how many years pass by, if a wound is not properly cleansed and dealt with, it will always remain on its victim. No matter how many times one treats it, even if it seems to have become non-existent, it will always be there, waiting, and waiting, until the time is right, to attack the victim with unbearable pain once again.

It’s like being bitten by a dog. The fangs will keep digging themselves within someone unless they fight back.

And that was exactly what happened with Roy Mustang.

He never faced his nightmares properly, and so, the fragments still existed. As a result, when he at least expected it, his nightmares returned to haunt him, like a small leftover flicker of flame making a comeback to attack, because the fire it was once part off, did not go out properly. And until it did, a small part of it will always be there; waiting and waiting until it was time to attack once again.

On a starless night, the night before the day Roy Mustang was to be crowned the new King of the country Amestris, he saw big, burning, destructive flames.

He saw the horrors he tried to forget. He saw the blood-shed he thought he had washed off, but in reality, still bathed in.
He remembered the throat-ripping screams, the expression of frozen fears, the shouts and yells for mercy and help; the stench of the burning bodies and blood, the tightness he felt in his chest due to the lack of oxygen in his chest that was caused by his own flames.

And most of all, the worst of them all, he remembered his own face that was etched with guilt and fear being reflected within the eyes of his victims, before he burnt them and their world to nothing but ashes.

He remembered it all.

Hyperventilating, and covered in sweat, Roy woke up from his horrifying sleep.

He screamed in horror and terror, glancing around the darkness in his room with a fear-struck expression. And in the darkness that no one could not see in, he did.

He saw the faces of his victims screaming at him.

However, as soon as he saw those faces, they vanished, and a very small warmth began to envelope him.

“Daddy,” A small beside him whispered, the owner of the voice rubbing their eyes and yawning. The small person settled their small hand in Mustang’s, and hugging him.

The warmth of the person was a like a small flicker of flame that comforted someone in their times of darkness. And slowly, that warmth spread through him in a form of a comforting warm fire, the light of it slowly causing all his dark horrors to disappear.

Roy felt himself ease as he clutched the little hand with his, and finally after calming down, he turned towards the child next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently, smiling, and picking up his child, before settling it in his lap.

In the darkness, he could see the little child’s eyes blinking innocently at him with a rare glisten that only eyes of a child held. And within that glisten, he saw his own face.

Roy felt his breath hitch as he saw himself from the eyes of his child; a protective guardian that the child put its endless trust in.

“I’m scared-” The child began, before it let out a yelp as another pair of arms attacked the child, hugging it, and Roy tightly.

Both of them shrieked in surprise.

“Boo! Why aren’t you asleep yet?!” The voice said sternly, smiling.
The child squealed before it turned its head, and saw the familiar [e/c] eyes of its mother.

The child grinned, before it pulled away from its father Roy, and jumped in it’s mother’s arms, who began to tickle, and laugh with the child.

With slight dispiriting eyes, Roy observed the two, before his significant other turned her head towards him.

Black eyes captured [e/c] ones in the dark abyss of their room.

She smiled at him, holding their child.

And right away, the words she told him many times once again, rung in his mind.

“It’s okay,” She mouthed, as his mind spoke her told words. “Not all flames are bad, especially the small flickering ones. Just like us, their life and energy and how you see that is up to you.” She said, grinning reassuringly.

The child tilted its head at Roy, blinking innocently in confusion.

The soldier felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes, but he held them back.

Instead, he smiled his usual charismatic smile and crawled over to join his family.

He picked up his wife causing her to yelp, as his fingers began to poke the specific spots on her stomach.

The [h/c] female cried out in laughter, as they all fell back in their bed, laughing.

With the true joy and love that Roy experienced presently, he finally understood her words.

Not all flames are bad, especially the small flickering ones. Just like us, their life and energy and how you see that is up to you.

Each human is life and energy and some use that for destruction while others use it to heal and love. Similarly, each flame is life and energy and some are used for destruction while other flames are used to light the path in one’s darkness.