Okay, so I got this idea after watching all of Brotherhood (twice), reading the Manga.
Anyway before I begin though, please note that despite watching FMA:B twice (could never really get into FMA, too much like a fanfiction that got animated- though more episodes with Hughes is a definite plus side) & reading the manga & doing hours of googling and YouTubing, I'm still not 100% sure on the timeline of things.
So if I'm off on any details, please let me know and I'll do my best to back into the story & fix said details.
WARNING!
Scenes from this story contain the following issues and events that may be triggering for some readers:
•misogynistic view points
•All forms of abuse minus sexual (physical, emotional, verbal, & mental)
•statutory rape (depending on your view point, I consider it to be it, but I know people who do not)
•teen pregnancy
•miscarriage (both detailed & non descriptive)
•child abuse
If any of these bother you in anyway shape or form, you have my sincerest apologies, & all chapters with these events will be given a TW (trigger warning) in the beginning of the chapter they're in.
That being said, here are the warnings for the first chapter/prologue of the story:
•Statutory Rape
•Mentions of Abuse
Enjoy.
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During the late hours of the night, before he is to leave the Hawkeye Manor for the last time, Roy finds himself standing silently outside of Riza's closed bedroom door, wanting to say goodbye to her without the cold presence of her Father and his now former Alchemy Teacher looming over them, but not knowing how to do so.
He's eighteen years old, and has no idea how to talk to the fifteen year old girl that he's known since he was fifteen himself.
'Idiot' he groaned mentally. 'Just got to bed already, it's late and she's asleep.'
Somehow, someway, she must've sensed his presence, because her door slowly opened before Roy had a chance to walk down the hall to his own room.
"... Roy? I-is everything okay...?" Riza asked, her voice quiet and low, fearful to wake her Father if she spoke too loudly.
Both of them mentally cringed at what would happen to her if either of them woke Berthold Hawkeye up.
Hearing her say his name instead of addressing him as Mr. Mustang was so foreign to Roy, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't going to miss it.
Miss her.
He nodded quickly, gulping.
"... Would you like to come in...?" She offered, opening her door wider so he could step inside if he wanted to.
Roy quickly glanced down the hall to Berthold's bedroom, before stepping inside of Riza's, exhaling the breath he didn't know he had been holding when he heard her the latch of her door click shut.
"I wanted to talk to you when your Dad wasn't around, but the only time to do that was after he had gone to bed. Now that I'm here, I don't really know what to say..." he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
Riza just stood there, trying to process the thoughts going through her mind.
"Roy? May I do something without upsetting you?" She asked softly, stepping forward to close the small gap between them.
"Of course. What-"
Any words that were going to come out of Roy's mouth were silenced the moment Riza stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his.
'Holy shi- this is wrong. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!' the voice inside his head shrieked at him. You are a now legally an adult and she is not, nor will she be for nearly three years!
Before he could pull away, she did so herself, her eyes looking down and he could barely see the faint blush that dusted her cheeks thanks to the light the kerosene lamp on the night table produced.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled quietly, finally looking up at him. "I've wanted to do that for awh-"
And just as Riza had done to him, Roy cut her off with a kiss to the lips.
'You dumbass! You just made things go from bad to worse!'
She barely held back the moan that escaped her throat, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer together.
"R-Riza, are you sure you wanna do this?" Roy muttered against her lips, both of them knowing what would happen if they continued.
"If I didn't, you wouldn't be here in my room." She whispered, a smirk just barely gracing her lips.
That was all it took to make Roy lock her bedroom door behind him, as Riza led him to her bed. Their combined weight made the mattress sink down, as he hovered over her, lips trailing down her jaw to her neck.
"D-don't leave any marks where my Father would be able to see them." She gasped, biting her bottom lip to contain her moan as she felt his hand push up her knee length nightgown, fingers ghosting against the skin of her outer thigh.
Riza snaked her hands underneath his shirt, short nails scraping against the muscles of his back. Roy pulled away from her neck, before whispering into her ear,
"If Ican't mark you, then youdon't get to mark me."
The shy teenage girl rolled her eyes, before gripping the hem of his shirt and pushing it up his torso, telling the young adult above her to take it off. Roy sat up on his knees, pulling the article of clothing over his head and tossing it to the floor on the side of her bed not in view of her bedroom door.
Riza glanced at the muscles of his torso, genuinely impressed by the amount that Roy had. He wasn't completely rippedlike how the authors in some of the books she read in secret described the male love interest, but he definitely had more then what she expected him to, considering he'd spent the majority of the last three and a half years he'd lived with them sitting at the kitchen table studying alchemy.
Before Roy could lean down and kiss her again, Riza sat up and took her nightgown off, tossing it to the floor with his shirt, leaving her in nothing but her plain bra and panties and he in his sleep pants and boxers.
She leans back on her elbows and bites her bottom lip. Even in the dim lighting, she can see that Roy is growing hard.
She feels a burst of pride knowing that someone as plainand average looking as her is doing thatto him.
Riza gasps, almost too loudly, when she feels him press his lips between her breasts, teeth grazing gently against her skin.
"Ssh... we have to stay quiet Tereza." Roy warned, using her legal given name to tell her the seriousness of his words. "If we wake up your Dad, he'll killus."
"Honestly, he's more likely to kill me for allowing myself to be ruined then he will for you being in my room." Riza told him.
"Do you think doing this will ruin you? Because we don't have to." He said, sitting up.
"Roy. My Father has made nearly every decision in my life from the clothes I wear to when I can leave the house outside of going to school, and he's made it clear to me my entire life that he'll chose my future husband for me. But I'm notgoing to let him decide who I give my virginitytoo, I do not care." She told him.
Roy nodded, understanding her situation. He'd overheard Berthold tell her multiple times that the only thing she'd ever amount to in life was being a brood mare to whatever country hick he handed her over to. It'd angered Roy in more ways then he could count, hearing her referred to as nothing more then a piece of property by her own Father, and had offered to do something about it Riza, but she'd declined.
'No thank you, you would only make it worse.'
Roy learned down and kissed her again, his hands snaking behind her back to unhook her bra. Riza pulled away from the kiss, sliding the straps of her bra off before discarding the item. He gently pushed her onto her back, his mouth encasing one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud.
Riza could feel her teeth digging into her bottom lip, trying to silence her moan. She let out a shaky gasp when she felt his hand trail down her stomach to the waist of her panties, before disappearing under the material.
"R-Roy." She gasped, arching her back when she felt him stroke her folds, before dipping a finger inside of her.
"Christ Riza." He groaned, pumping his finger in and out of her.
Roy knew thathe had to get her as aroused as possible before the actual sex took place. Not just to lessen her pain as much as possible, but because he knew as soon as he was inside her, he wouldn't last long. He needed to make sure she'd have an orgasm, whether it happened when he was in her or not.
"M... more...!" She gasped, arching her hips up. He listened to her request, pushing a second finger inside, stroking her clit with his thumb. Riza bit her bottom lip, drawing blood in an attempt to keep her cries quiet.
"R-Roy... P-please. I w-want you insideme." She whined. He looked at her, surprised by her request.
"You sure?" He asked, earning a nod.
Removing his fingers from her, he took both thumbs in the sides of her underwear, pulling them down her thighs before tossing them with the rest of their clothing on the floor. Despite being a virgin, Riza felt the desire to open her thighs for him almost immediately, not feeling shy in the slightest.
Roy felt his mouth water at the sight of her womanhood, openand wetand wantinghim to claim her.
He quickly removed his pants and boxers, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. He grasped himself and pressed his head to her enterance, before leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Tereza, I needyou to listen to me very carefully, because this is important. It's going to hurt. You need to relax, or it's going to hurt a lot. Do you understand?" Riza nodded, biting her lip.
She let out a shaky breath, relaxing her muscles and spreading her legs as wide as she could without causing herself discomfort. Roy grasped his cock, before slowly sinking himself into her, gritting his teeth as he buried himself inside of her.
Riza let out a strangled groan once he was sheathed completely inside of her.
"Are you okay? Any pain?" Roy asked, concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine. It hurts a little, but not as bad as the girls at school made it sound." She reassured him.
"Y-you can move now, i-if you want." Riza mumbled. Roy nodded, slowly pulling out before sinking back in.
He leaned down to kiss her, silencing both of their moans as he moved in and out of her. He felt Riza wrap her legs around his waist, her hands fisting in his hair.
"H-harder!" She gasped in his ear.
Roy did as she requested, burying his face in her neck, grunting and groaning as he pounded into her. Riza could feel the band in her stomach tighten, threatening to snap, but not being quiet there yet. He must've sensed this, because the next thing Riza knew, he had moved one of his hands to rub her clit, pounding into her even more.
Riza let out a strangled moan, arching her back as she felt her orgasm hit her. Roy groaned at the feeling of her walls clenching around his cock, the extra wetness allowing him to move in and out of her easier. He slammed into her a few more times, grunting in her ear as he spilled his seed inside of her.
Both of them were a panting mess of sweat and limbs, leaving butterfly kisses along the others necks.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, kissing her cheek.
"Fantastic." She grinned, placing a peck on his lips.
"Now get off of me. You're heavy." She giggled. Roy chuckled, sitting up on his heels and pulling out, their mixed floods spilling out of her enterance, the sight making him groan softly.
'No Roy. Bad Roy. Bad. Do NOT get turned on by the sight of your cum leaking out of an underage girl!' His mind screamed.
"Could you hand me my clothes?" He asked her, the air between them calm and relaxed, a smile on both their faces. She smiled at him, leaning over the side of her bed to grab their clothes off the floor.
But everything changed when Roy asked her one not-so-simple question.
"Riza? What the hell is on your back?" He snarled lowly.
'Oh no. No no no no. No!'Riza panicked, tensing up. How could she have been so stupid? The lamp might've been producing a light on her nightstand, but she never imagined it'd be bright enough for him to see what her Father had carved into the skin of her back, so many years ago.
"Answer me!" He growled, grabbing her and pressing her stomach down on to her bed, eyes widening at the tattoo on her back.
"Y-your... your shitty old man did this to you? Didn't he!?" Roy hissed, the anger on his face scaring Riza.
Her silence gave him his answer.
Snarling angrily, Roy got off of her bed, pulling his pajamas back on before leaving out her bedroom door.
Riza found herself shaking as she pulled her nightgrown back on. She sat on her bed, resting on her knees as she waiting to hear the sounds of Roy screaming at her Father for what he had done to her. But all she was meet with was silence. No sounds. Nothing from Roy or her Father. All she heard was the sounds of her breathing.
Finally, after nearly five minutes, Roy came back into her bedroom, one of his two suitcases in his hand. He put it on her bed next to her, and flung it open. It was empty. How? She helped him back both suitcases earlier that afternoon.
"Roy...?"
"Pack your things. You're coming with me to Central. There's no way- no god damn way- that I'm leaving you hear alone with that son of a bitch." He ordered her.
Riza's jaw dropped, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
"W-what...?" She gasped.
"Start packing. I can't take away what he's already done to you, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna give him a chance to hurt you even more. So start packing your things, or I'll kill your Father in his sleep right now." Roy told her, his already narrow eyes narrowing even more.
Riza sat in silence as she processed his words.
Here he was, offering him what she had wanted nearly her entire life: an escapefrom her abusive and neglectful Father. Berthold Hawkeye has blamed his daughter for nearly everything that had ever gone wrong for the last fifteen years. Her Mother, Lizzie, dying in childbirth was herfault. Anytime something in his research didn't go well, it was herfault. Not being able to learn alchemy, herfault. Her being born a daughterand nota son, was her andher Mother's faults.
And here Roy was, a barely eighteen year old boy, who was due to enter the Military Academy in just a few days, was offering her an escape. A chance at a better life.
And if she refused, he'd kill her Father. He would go to jail instead of entering the military, and then Riza would truly be alonein the world.
It didn't take long for Riza to make her decision. She climbed off of her bed, walking over to her dresser to pull out her skirts and spare under clothes.
"Would you like any help?" Roy asked softly, any indictation of him being angery completely gone. Riza nodded.
"Could you grab my school bag and empty it on my bed for me?" She asked, pointing to the backpack on the floor by her bedroom door. He grabbed it and empty it on her bed next it the suitcase, as Riza packed her clothes into the suitcase.
Within twenty minutes of her tattoo being discovered and exposed, Riza was completely packed, everything she had of value packed away in Roy's spare suitcase and her school bag.
"When do we leave?" Riza asked quietly, no longer in her nightgown, but now dressed in a knee length skirt and a sweater, her only decent pair of shoes next to her bed on the floor.
Roy looked at the clock on her wall. 4:57 am. He was surprised, hadn't realized how late it was when he went to Riza's room.
"Well, it's an hour walk to the train station. Your... Dad-" he couldn't stop the snarl in his voice at the mention of him "told me I had better be gone before he wakes up, and he always wakes up at seven am. Soo..."
"We leave now?" Riza asked.
"We leave now." He agreed, leaving her room to get dressed and grab his own things, while she grabbed her shoes, holding them in the hand not holding the suitcase.
Neither of them even breathed as they slowly walked down the stairs, tiptoeing as they carefully avoided any creaks in the wood floor. No words were exchanged as they reached the front door, opening it only wide enough for them to squeeze through one at a time, before Roy quietly shut the door behind them.
It was only once the got to the front gate that an problem occurred.
"Wait!" Riza gasped, grabbing his wrist before he could open it.
"It alwayssqueaks. Loudly. Remember? He'll hear it." She reminded him.
He nodded, pondering what to do for a moment. Taking her suitcase from her hand, he placed both of them on the other side of the fence, before scooping her up bridal style, and placing her over the fence wit them. Riza was barely on her feet when Roy jumped over the fence to join them.
"C'mon, lets go." He said, grabbing her hand as they walked the trail.
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They had been walking for half an hour before Riza finally spoke up.
"Roy? Are... are you mad?" She asked quietly.
"Of course I'm mad! I'm furious!" He snapped. He saw her tense up at his tone.
"Just... not at you. At your Dad. When did he do this to you?" Roy asked her once again.
"Before he started teaching you." She mumbled.
Her answer made his stomach drop. Before he began his apprenticeship? Riza had been twelve years old for barely a week when he had first stepped inside the Hawkeye Manor. That meant that she had been, at the oldest, eleven years old when he had tattooed her skin.
"God Reez. I'm so damn sorry." He groaned.
"Don't be. You didn't do this to me, and you weren't here when it happened, so you had no way of stopping it. You're no more at fault for this than some random homeless person in South City is responsible." She cooed, grabbing his hand and squeezing.
"Where will I stay while you're in the Academy? You mentioned once that you'd be there for two years." She asked, slightly changing the subject.
"Hopefully with my Aunt and foster sisters. She's taken in girls my entire lives that have been abused by their parents and husbands- some even worse then you. It won't take much to convince her to stay. But she'll probably make you work."
The word work made Riza stop dead in her tracks.
"Riza?"
"Roy. Your Aunt owns a brothel." She sighed.
Roy barked out a laugh. "That's just a front. Really it's to gather intelligence on high powered people. I mean, yeah sometimes that girls do sleep with the men, but Christmas doesn't force them to do anything, and she doesn't make any girl under the age of twenty one do anything like that. Most likely she'll have you help with cleaning and cooking." He told her.
"So it'll basically be like it was back home?" She asked, as they began walking again.
"Yeah, but you'll have help and no risk of getting hurt for burning lunch." He muttered.
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They reached the train station just after six am. Riza sat on the bench with the suitcases while Roy went to the ticket counter.
"When does the next train to Central leave?" Roy asked the man.
"It leaves in twenty minutes. Want a ticket?" He asked gruffly.
"Two please." Roy mumbled, handing the man the money. He took the tickets and walked back to Riza, sitting next to her as he gave her her ticket.
"If Christmas asks, I saw your back when I accidentally entered your room without knocking when you were getting dressed. I'd rather her beat my ass over a lack of
privacy then for deflowering an underage girl." Roy mumbled in her ear.
"She's going to have to see it?" She gulped.
"Unfortenetly. It'll increase your chances of her not making you go home." He sighed.
"Okay. As long as I only have to show it to her. I don't want all your foster sisters to see it."
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"How are you feeling, since last night- err, early this morning?" He asked her as they climbed aboard the train and walked to their seats.
"I'm fine. A little sore, but I'll live. I... actually kind of like the soreness..." Riza blushed as they sat down.
"I'm sorry if you feel like I forced you to do anything." He sighed.
"Roy. You didn't make me do anything. Everythingwe did, I wantedto do." She cooed, kissing him on the cheek.
And with that, they sat in a comfortable silence for the four hour train ride from her small West City hometown all the way to Central.