I've lost inspiration for my story Changes. So while I won't delete it, it's been indefinitely abandoned.

She is barely fourteen when Berthold decides it's time to find her a husband.

The thought of being married so young terrifies Riza and enrages Roy.

Because he actually meets some of her potential suitors.

They're all older then she is- older then him- and are varying degrees of cruel and sexist. The youngest of the men is nearly ten years older then her. They all barter for her, treating her as nothing more then livestock at a county fair or a piece of antique furniture at an auction.

The only positive is that they all show up when Riza is at school, a routine that her Father will stop once she's been wed- women have no need for a higher education, especially those who are now wives- so none of the bachelors ever get a chance to lay an eye on her before Berthold shoos them away.

What angers Roy the most is that Riza getting married before she's old enough to learn how to drive a car isn't uncommon for the area. In fact, it's normal. People in her small hometown are more surprised to learn that he's unmarried at eighteen then they are when they learn that Master Hawkeye is looking for a husband for his fourteen year old daughter.

He writes his aunt in a panic, asking for advice. Madam Christmas' response? Ask for her hand yourself if you're so worried. He cringes at her short letter. That is his progressive Aunt's reply? She, who has been rescuing women from abusive marriages since before he was even born, was telling her eighteen year old nephew to ask his Alchemy teacher permission to marry his teenage daughter?

He groans loudly, tearing up her letter and tossing the pieces into the fireplace.

Roy finally informs his teacher of his disgust in the situation after a seventh rejected suitor- this one was nearly forty- leaves the residence in annoyance over not being successful in getting an underage bride.

"What you are trying to force Riza into is cruel, Master. She deserves better then to be forced to spend her life with someone who's your age." Roy snapped, entering Berthold's study.

The nearly senile middle aged man doesn't even look up from his notes.

"You're going to ignore me like you ignore her, aren't you?" Roy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Berthold snorted. "You want her? Take her. She hasn't been of no use to me in years."

Roy struggles to surpress his desire to knock the man's teeth out of his skull.

"If you're okay with it, fine. At least with me she won't have to worry about how she'll be treated." Roy said through gritted teeth.

"Very well. I'll go to the magistrate and write up a contract tomorrow morning. While I'm gone, me and him shall discuss when he's free to marry you two. In the meantime, you get to be the one to explain the situation to your future wife." Berthold told him.

"I understand, Master." Roy nodded.

"Good. Now get out. I'm busy."

Roy's silent as he leaves the study, shutting the door behind him. He lets out a shaky breath as he descends the stairs, sitting down on the front porch as he awaits for Riza to return home from school.

She comes home two hours later, her school bag filled with books and papers. She freezes halfway up the walkway when she sees the look on Roy's face, and she knows.

Her Father has chosen her a husband.

Riza lets out a shaky breath, sitting on the porch next to Roy.

"My Father has found a husband for me, hasn't he Roy?" Riza asked quietly.

"It's... more complicated then that." Roy sighed.

He can't even look at her, his soon to be wife, his gaze locked onto his shoes.

"Then explain it in an uncomplicated way." Riza requested.

"I... told your Dad how I felt about this whole situation. How I thought it was cruel to you." He told her.

"Lemme guess, he's kicking you out and sending you back to your Aunt's in Central?" Riza asked, frowning.

She had known that once her Father has chosen her a husband, she'd more then likely never see him again. She had just hoped he wouldn't do anything to get kicked out before then.

"No." Roy sighed.

"Then what is it Roy? Please. What did he say?" Riza begged, scooting closer to him.

"... He said if I wanted you, to take you." He admitted.

Oh.

"Oh. I... I didn't k-know you felt that way about me..." she muttered, looking down at her feet.

At this point, neither of them could look at the other. They were too embarrassed about the situation.

"I don't..." He admitted. "But being married to me would be better for you then being married to a stranger. Because Riza, you never saw those men. The one that was here earlier today was your Dad's age!" He cried, finally looking up.

Riza grimaced at the thought that her future husband could've been that much older then her.

"S-So when do we...?" She trailed off.

"He said he's going to the magistrates office tomorrow to write up a contract- a disgusting statement, if you ask me, you're a human being- and they'd discuss when he was free to do the ceremony." Roy told her.

"In order for, this, to happen, there has to be a contract. No one will officiate the ceremony without it." She explained to him.

"That's revolting." Roy scoffed, laying down so his back was flat against the porch.

"I'm going to miss going to school. I actually like it." Riza said softly.

"I'm so sorry. I wish there was a way I could allow you to keep going." He frowned.

"It's okay." She said.

They both knew it wasn't.

"Hey Riza?" Roy asked, reaching out to take her hand.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I want you to know that during this marriage, I won't ever make you do anything you don't want to do." He said sincerely.

Riza nodded, understanding.

"What a strange way to get engaged." Roy huffed.

"Tell me about it." Riza agreed, laying down on the porch next to him.

Berthold comes back the next day with the contract shortly after Riza arrives home from school.

"The contract has been filled out. Today was your last day of school, girl." He said gruffly to Riza.

It was only Wednesday.

"No." Roy said sharply.

"Excuse me?" Berthold growled at him.

"She at least deserves to finish the school week." Roy responded.

She deserves to have more then a nineth year education, but we all know you won't allow that.

"Fine. She can finish the week. But only because the magistrate isn't free to marry you two until Saturday." Berthold shrugged, going up the steps to his study, leaving his daughter and future son-in-law alone in the parlor.

Once they heard the door shut, Riza walked over to Roy, a small smile on her face.

"Thank you for getting him to allow me finish the school week." She said softly.

"I wish you could go longer." Roy frowned, taking her hand in his own.

Riza stood on her tippy toes, pressing their lips together. She pulled away, her cheeks flushed red. She couldn't even look Roy in the eyes.

"That was a pleasant surprise." He admitted, licking his bottom lip.

"I didn't... want my first kiss to be infront of my Father and the magistrate." Riza told him.

"That was your first kiss?" Roy questioned.

Riza nodded, still unable to look at him. Roy smirked, an odd sense of pride overwhelming him. While her gaze was still at the ground, he couldn't help but study her. Riza was beautiful, he would never lie about that. She already had a nice figure, and it would only get more lovely as she grew older.

In just a few days Riza, who had been his closest friend since he stepped through the front door at the Hawkeye Manor four years ago, was going to be his wife.

Riza sat next to her only school friend Jane at lunch the next day, unsure of how to tell her she'd be married on Saturday, and that her last day of school would be Friday.

Jane McCowl was a scrawny thing, shorter and skinnier then Riza. With dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, she was the opposite of Riza in so many ways.

Especially since her parents had decided to not look for a husband for her until she was at least seventeen, Mr. and Mrs. McCowl deciding that marrying before sixteen was a backwards practice.

"Riza. You've been quiet all day. What's wrong?" Jane groaned, finishing her apple.

"... I'm getting married Saturday afternoon..." Riza said.

Jane let out a gasp.

"W-who are you marrying?" Jane stammered.

"My Father's apprentice, the one who's been staying with us the last few years."

"That Roy fellow? I didn't think he liked you like that." Jane said in surprise.

"He doesn't. But he told me that him being my husband would be better then some of my other potential suitors." Riza told her.

"I'm sorry you're going to marry someone who doesn't love you." Jane frowned.

Riza shrugged. "Better then being married to a complete stranger."

"I'm gonna miss you." Jane said sadly.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

"What are you doing, Roy?" Riza asked, walking up to him.

It was the Thursday before their wedding, and she was confused to see him outside in the backyard, drawing a transmutation circle in the dirt, a pile of... stuff next to him.

"Something." He said curtly, putting the stuff in the center of the circle.

"Please work." He mumbled under his breath, clapping his hands.

Riza watched as the transmutation circle flowed brightly, the pile of things Roy put into the center turning into... nothing.

"Ah ha!" Roy cried happily.

Okay, so apparently it wasn't nothing?

"Roy what did you-?"

He cut her off, holding out a thin gold band with a tiny little gem out for her to take.

"I know it's not much. You deserve something nicer. But I wanted to get you a ring before we got married, even if it isn't-"

"It's lovely." Riza cooed, smiling at him, taking the ring from between grasp and holding it in her palm.

Roy sighed with relief.

"My goal as your future husband is to make you as happy as I can, even though I leave for the Military Academy at the end of the month." He told her honestly.

"I'm actually kind of glad we're getting married. It means I know I'm going to see you again." She replied softly.

Riza doesn't know what she is supposed to wear to her own wedding.

She had never been to a wedding before. Didn't know anyone who had gotten married before. She couldn't even ask her Mother for advice. Vivian Hawkeye had been dead for over a decade.

She needed to pick something. They were leaving for the town hall in less then an hour.

She wasn't even wearing the ring Roy had made her, instead choosing to put it on a chain and hide it under her clothing.

She was scared to see her Father's reaction to it.

In the end she chooses a simple sundress. It wasn't white, none of her dresses are, but a very pale blue color, the hem ending below her knees and the straps made of thin ribbons. She pulls on a thin white cardigan, plain white flats, and is out the door with her head hung low, to nervous to look Roy or her Father in the eye.

Berthold grunts in acknowledgement, walking along the trail to the town ahead of the two teenagers.

"You look lovely." Roy whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek, looping their arms together as they walk together.

Riza takes a moment to study what he's wearing. A plain white button down shirt and a pair of black slacks. His usual attire when he wants to look nice.

The ceremony is simple. It's mostly just her and Roy signing their names on paperwork, ended by a chaste kiss on the lips.

They're back at the Hawkeye Manor before supper time.

"I'll be in my study." Berthold said, hanging up his jacket as they entered the estate.

"You, young lady, had better perform your marital duties and provide him a son." He snarled quietly in her ear, before turning on his heel and walking up the creaky staircase.

Riza internally cringes, hoping Roy hadn't heard. He had, but he pretends he didn't. She's nervous, because she knows this has to happen. Riza knows that Roy would never hurt her, would never force himself on to her. But she knows her Father now views her as Roy's property. As a married woman, she is expected to submit to her husband, obey his every command, offer him a way to vent his frustrations- in and out of the bedroom- and to provide him with male heirs.

Vivian hadn't done that for Berthold. She'd barely been able to give him a single daughter.

"Are you hungry? I can help you make dinner." Roy offered quietly. Riza nodded, walking towards the kitchen.

Dinner was a vegetable stew, with more broth then vegetables. Riza had prepared a bowl for her Father, taking it up to him while Roy stayed in the kitchen.

He was petrified. Berthold excepted them to consummate their marriage, expected Roy to do it forcefully if Riza refused him. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't touch her if she wasn't ready, he wouldn't force her to do anything if she didn't want him to.

He promised her he would make her happy. Raping her on their wedding night was the complete opposite of that.

Riza was fourteen. Roy felt like a rapist even if she did consent to having sex with him.

"Why aren't you eating?"

He looked up and saw his wife- he doubted he would ever get used to calling her that- standing in the doorway.

"I wanted to wait for you." Roy muttered, sitting at the table.

Their dinner was ate in mostly silence, their conversations and laughs hushed so they wouldn't be overheard by her Father. It was no different then their usual shared meals.

Except now they were no longer roommates and companions, but husband and wife.

"Roy?" She asked softly.

"Hmm...?"

"Would you like to go to bed?" Riza bit her lip, a subtle way of telling him she didn't mean she wanted to go to sleep.

"Not if you don't want to." Roy responded quickly.

"But I want to." She told him.

Which was mostly true. She did want to consummate their marriage, but it was less to please Roy and more to avoid Berthold's potential wrath if she didn't.

"Okay." Roy nodded, standing up and putting their dishes in the sink. He walked up the stairs, Riza following behind him. They tiptoe up the steps, careful to avoid the parts that creak as they make their way to his room.

His room. Not hers. Never her room. His room is the farthest bedroom from Berthold's bedroom and study.

Roy shuts his bedroom door with a click, the lock turning to allow them privacy. He's barely turned around when Riza kisses him, moaning as his arms wrap around her waist. Riza slowly walks backwards towards his bed, the back of her legs hitting his mattress. He lays her down against the comforter, hovering over her. The mattress squeals loudly under their combined weight, and causes them both to freeze, listening for the sound of opening doors.

They hear no such noise.

Roy trails his lips along her neck, earning a soft moan from her. Riza hands reach between them, unbuttoning his shirt as he tugs down the thin straps of her dress, exposing her bare chest.

It was unladylike to leave the house without a bra, but the dress chose to wear for their wedding wasn't bra friendly.

Riza moaned when his mouth from her neck to her chest, his tongue swirling around her nipple.

"R-Roy." She gasped, her fingers fisting into his hair.

He sits up, leaving her exposed only long enough to remove his shirt, leaning back down to kiss her chest again. He lets out a groan as her nails scrap down his back.

Suddenly Riza is pushing him away, and he's instantly worried he's done something wrong.

"A-are you okay?" He stammers.

Riza ignores him, instead she sits up, and focuses on pulling her dress back over her head and throwing it to the floor. She eyes him up and down, staring at him with a lust filled gaze

"You have too many clothes on." She informs him, reaching forward to grasp him by his belt buckle.

"When did you gain such a confidence boost?" He chuckled lowly. She quickly pulled her hands away, stammering out a response.

"Hey hey. I'm not complaining. Just stating a fact." He reassured her, kissing her on the lips before removing his trousers, leaving the two of them in nothing more then their underwear.

Riza honestly figured he would just remove their underwear and... stick it in her. That's how all her female classmates said their Mother's described it, Jane included. She had mentally prepared herself for her wedding night, long before Berthold gave her hand to Roy, expecting to feel mostly pain and no pleasure as her husband used her body to get himself off.

But Roy didn't do what she expected him to.

He slid her panties down her legs, and knelt down on the floor, spreading her legs and looking at her.

It was embarrassing.

"R-Roy what are you- hmm!" She squeaked, feeling his tongue against her, immediately clamping her legs shut against his head.

"I can't breathe!" He mumbled frantically, smacking her thigh with the side of his hand.

"S-Sorry." Riza said, opening her legs and freeing him.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to startle you." He cooed, holding her thighs apart as he repeated the action.

"Mmmm." Riza But her bottom lip, trying to contain her moans.

No one had ever described this. Yes, they'd mentioned a woman would be expect to please her husband with her mouth, especially if he wanted pleasure during her menstrual cycle, but having him please her with his mouth? Riza had never heard of that.

She feels his tongue dip inside of her and her back arched up, her fingers gripping his hair.

"Ohh G-God." She groaned, panting.

She can't take it anymore, and finds herself pushing him away.

"No more. P-please." She begs, face flushed.

Roy frowns, pulling away from her.

"Everything alright?" Roy asked. He wanted to please her, it was one of the many goals he had given himself as her husband. He needed to know what she liked and didn't like.

"Y-Yeah j-just, too much. Hard to keep q-quiet." She gasped.

Oh. She doesn't want her Father to hear them. A bit ironic, considering he expects them to do this, but Roy just mentally shrugs the thought away.

"Alright." Roy shrugged, giving her clit a quick and final kiss before standing back up again.

"Get under the covers." He ordered softly. Riza does as she's told, slipping between his sheets as he pushes his boxers down, climbing under the sheets to join her.

He settles himself between her legs, and Riza can feel his arousal pressed against her inner thigh. It's thick and warm and she wonders how the hell its supposed to fit inside of her.

"It's going to hurt." He mumbled in her ear, kissing her neck.

"How do you want me to do this, slow and steady, or quick like ripping off a band aid?" Roy asked, his head nestled against her entrance, and he hopes to God she chooses slow and steady.

She doesn't.

"Quick like a band aid." She gasps, wanting to get any pain done and over with, even if doing it quickly will cause her to feel more pain then if he went slow. He exhales sharply through his nose, presses their lips together, and thrusts inside of her, fully sheathing himself inside of her.

Riza yelps against his mouth, fighting back tears at the pain, her body tensing up at the foreign feeling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats softly in her ear, feeling her nails dig into his biceps.

They haven't even been married six hours and he's already hurt her.

"Are you okay?" Roy asked, his voice containing nothing but concern for her well being.

"I t-think so."

"Want me to continue?"

Riza nods, letting out a whimper as he pulls out of her.

"We can stop if you want." Roy says quickly, seeing that she's still in pain.

"No. Just, let me get used to it." She gasps.

Roy kisses her neck, sinking back inside of her, moaning as her walls grip him as he starts a slow and steady rhythm. She feels so good, and it gives him an immense sense of pride knowing that she is his and he is hers.

It doesn't take long for her whimpers of discomfort to turn into happy little gasps and moans. Riza arms wrap around him, nails digging into his skin.

"More." She begs, burying her head between his neck and shoulder as she lets out a moan.

"You sure?" Roy asks, and her response is a frantic nod.

"P-please!" She groans.

He picks up speed, slamming in and out of her, grunting and groaning against her neck. Riza moans beneath him, arching her back as her walls clench him, her orgasm overwhelming her.

Roy's barely able to pull out of her in time, spilling his seed onto her panting stomach. He doesn't want to risk getting her pregnant. Not right now. They're not ready to start a family at the moment.

Once they've caught their breaths, he pulls the covers back, and climbs out of bed to find a sore t-shirt to clean his cum off of her.

Riza can't help but to touch it, grimacing at the sticky feeling.

"Oh don't play with it." He shakes his head with a groan.

"Father always said a husband is supposed to finish inside his wife." She mumbled softly, watching him clean his seed off of her.

"I don't want to get you pregnant right now." Roy told her.

"How come? It's my duty as your wife to provide you with heirs." She told him, sitting up on her elbows.

Idiot. He's your husband, you're not supposed to question his decisions!

"And one day you will. As many as fate blesses us with." He told her, peppering her face with kisses.

A conversation they had shared together his first spring with them had allowed them both to learn that they each wanted lots of kids, Roy because it was what he was used to and Riza because it was the opposite.

"But I leave for the Academy in a month and will be gone for nearly three years. I don't want you being pregnant and alone while I'm gone. I want our children to meet me before they're walking and talking. Besides, I don't really trust your Dad alone with a small child- especially if it's my child." He admitted, climbing back into bed, wrapping his arm around her as she snuggled into his chest.

Not to mention the fact that childbirth at your age could possibly kill you, but I'm not going to mention that.

"Makes sense." Riza yawned, her eyes drooping shut, the newly weds drifting off to sleep.