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[FIC] FMA: Understanding
Hughes/Roy is my new FMA OTP, along with Envy/Greed and Hughes(Envy)/Roy. Yes, I am weird. Deal.
Understanding
Pairing: Implied Hughes/Roy, Hughes/Gracias
Rating: PG
Words: 540
Summary: Gracias knew that he loved her as much as he did him, if not more so.’
Gracias knew that he loved her as much as he did him, if not more so. Gracias knew that Maes was her husband, that he wouldn’t have married her if he did not love her, for Maes wasn’t a man like that. Gracias knew that Maes has enough love for them both, and more. She knew that, but she couldn’t help but feel jealous sometimes.
She envied their camaraderie, the way the Colonel laughed and joked with Maes in a way she never could. She was jealous of how easily her husband talked to him about work, while he dawdled and changed subjects and smiled smiles-too-big when she asked him of work. She resented, briefly, their easy chemistry with each other, how their personalities mesh and meld instead of clash.
She was not a jealous woman, but she couldn’t help but covet for all of Maes’s affections.
When the baby was born, Gracias was selfishly afraid that the child would steal Maes’s affections and leave her as empty and bare as she felt when it, she, first left her womb. But Maes didn’t, for Maes’ love was wider and purer than the deepest rivers and could always quench her, theirs, thirst for love. But her husband held the child and smiled at her with pride and love and the resentment and fear melted away, and she smiled back, gentle, as always, for it was how it should be.
Gracias hated the Colonel, for a moment, when Maes, blushing and stuttering and so unlike himself, confessed that he was sleeping with his best friend and was technically cheating on her, but he still loved her and… and…. She had smiled and raised a hand, telling him without words that she understood, that she did not blame him. She was rewarded with a relieved smile that hurt slightly and caused a flare of jealousy, but she stomped down on that because that was not like her.
The Colonel and her had come to a silent understanding, a truce over Maes’ love and affections. They really shouldn’t, for Maes had love for everyone, be they a quiet country girl or a guilt-ridden war hero. They really shouldn’t, but they did anyway because it never hurt to be safe. They would both be able to keep Maes if they simply played by the rules. In a way, love was almost like alchemy.
She did not lie then, when she told Maes that she understood, for Gracias and Maes never lie to each other, and she did understand. The Colonel was a charismatic man, but vulnerable enough that her husband would be drawn to him. She understood that Maes was the Earth to the Colonel’s Fire and Air, a grounding force so the Colonel would not send himself into a spiral of despair. She knew, and she understood. But sometimes, during the night when the house was too quiet and empty and she couldn’t help but wonder where her husband could be…
Gracias was jealous, envious, resentful and hurt, though she knew that she should not be.
For while Maes was the Colonel’s listening ear, she was his.
For Gracias loved Maes too much, far too much, to lose him over a fit of jealousy.
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For an unrepentant Hughes/Roy fangirl, I like Gracias way too much.
Understanding
Pairing: Implied Hughes/Roy, Hughes/Gracias
Rating: PG
Words: 540
Summary: Gracias knew that he loved her as much as he did him, if not more so.’
Gracias knew that he loved her as much as he did him, if not more so. Gracias knew that Maes was her husband, that he wouldn’t have married her if he did not love her, for Maes wasn’t a man like that. Gracias knew that Maes has enough love for them both, and more. She knew that, but she couldn’t help but feel jealous sometimes.
She envied their camaraderie, the way the Colonel laughed and joked with Maes in a way she never could. She was jealous of how easily her husband talked to him about work, while he dawdled and changed subjects and smiled smiles-too-big when she asked him of work. She resented, briefly, their easy chemistry with each other, how their personalities mesh and meld instead of clash.
She was not a jealous woman, but she couldn’t help but covet for all of Maes’s affections.
When the baby was born, Gracias was selfishly afraid that the child would steal Maes’s affections and leave her as empty and bare as she felt when it, she, first left her womb. But Maes didn’t, for Maes’ love was wider and purer than the deepest rivers and could always quench her, theirs, thirst for love. But her husband held the child and smiled at her with pride and love and the resentment and fear melted away, and she smiled back, gentle, as always, for it was how it should be.
Gracias hated the Colonel, for a moment, when Maes, blushing and stuttering and so unlike himself, confessed that he was sleeping with his best friend and was technically cheating on her, but he still loved her and… and…. She had smiled and raised a hand, telling him without words that she understood, that she did not blame him. She was rewarded with a relieved smile that hurt slightly and caused a flare of jealousy, but she stomped down on that because that was not like her.
The Colonel and her had come to a silent understanding, a truce over Maes’ love and affections. They really shouldn’t, for Maes had love for everyone, be they a quiet country girl or a guilt-ridden war hero. They really shouldn’t, but they did anyway because it never hurt to be safe. They would both be able to keep Maes if they simply played by the rules. In a way, love was almost like alchemy.
She did not lie then, when she told Maes that she understood, for Gracias and Maes never lie to each other, and she did understand. The Colonel was a charismatic man, but vulnerable enough that her husband would be drawn to him. She understood that Maes was the Earth to the Colonel’s Fire and Air, a grounding force so the Colonel would not send himself into a spiral of despair. She knew, and she understood. But sometimes, during the night when the house was too quiet and empty and she couldn’t help but wonder where her husband could be…
Gracias was jealous, envious, resentful and hurt, though she knew that she should not be.
For while Maes was the Colonel’s listening ear, she was his.
For Gracias loved Maes too much, far too much, to lose him over a fit of jealousy.
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For an unrepentant Hughes/Roy fangirl, I like Gracias way too much.