Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang Yaoi Community's InsaneJournal:

Monday, June 4th, 2012
2:32 am	Fic - Pay Attention https://hughesxroy.livejournal.com/198333.html Title -- Pay Attention Author-- cornerofmadness series -- manga/FMA:B Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all Rating -- soft R Characters/Pairing -- Roy/Maes Timeline/Spoilers -- set in their Academy days Word Count -- 443 Warning -- suggestions of sex Summary -- Roy never pays attention to anything but his alchemy books. Authors Note -- I wanted to do something more serious this time. Maes, being Maes, refused to comply. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. Written for fma_fic_contests prompt of nerd and won first place You are such a nerd crossposted (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 24th, 2013
7:30 pm	FIC: Comfort Among the Ruins - R https://hughesxroy.livejournal.com/198796.html Comfort Among the Ruins Summary: Roy learns about what he must leave in the past. AUTHOR: catw00man RATING: R CHARACTERS: Roy Mustang/Maes Hughes, Roy POV WORD COUNT: 6,603 DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work. AUTHORS NOTE: I wasnt sure if this situation would end up working for me, but I really like how it turned out. I was going for the realism of war and I hope that comes through. Please enjoy! ;-) This was written for the 2013 round at fma_slashfest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AO3 | Comfort Among the Ruins (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 14th, 2015
4:28 pm	Fic - Snow Day https://hughesxroy.livejournal.com/202373.html Title -- Snow Day Author-- cornerofmadness Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all Rating -- teen Characters/Pairing --Roy, Maes Word Count -- 355 Warning -- none Summary -- Roy and Maes are snowed in. Authors Note -- Written for the fmagiftexchange for kirathaune. XXX Look at this. Maes shoved the curtains back, letting a cold light in. Roy buried his face in the pillow. Hed been up half the night studying. The Rouse hasnt even played yet. Go back to sleep, you idiot. The bugles recording of the Rouse that piped into the dormitory daily at Five AM cut off anything Maes would have to say. Happy? Theres your wake up call. Get up and come see. Maes rapped the frost-flowered glass with his knuckles. Roy dragged out of bed, trying to smooth down the coarse-haired nest on his head. His eyes widened as he got to the window. The cold leeched off the glass. Outside it had snowed overnight, and in incredible amounts. It must be sixty centimeters deep! Roy cried, thinking on how much calisthenics would suck in that mess. On the other hand, he was still young enough to want to go play in it. At least. Its beautiful. Roy took in the trees and their snow-clad limbs. It is. A sharp rap on the door startled them. Maes went to answer it. Kilsby, an upper classman stood there. Classes are canceled, he announced brightly. And theres going to be sled races at noon. What are we using as sleds? Maes asked. Cafeteria trays. Kilsby grinned. That sounds safe. Well be there, Maes said. Great . Kilsby headed down the hill to spread his news. Roy jumped back in bed. He could get some more sleep. Really? Going to squander a day off. Maes arched his eyebrows. What do you suggest? In answer, Maes locked the door then bounced into bed with Roy. He wrapped his arms around Roy, kissing him hard and long. Oh, yeah, this is better than sleep. Roy grinned. I should hope so. Maess hand drifted down Roys body. I need to be nice to you before I beat your pants off in the sled race. You just want my pants off. Roy smirked. You protesting? Never. Roy ran his hands through Maess hair. Not going to happen. I didnt think so. It might be cold outside, but Roy couldnt be warmer. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015
9:36 am	Hello! With greetings, comes fic! https://hughesxroy.livejournal.com/202702.html Hello! I've been lurking, but am just now introducing myself. I love Hughes/Roy and I've really enjoyed reading the stories posted here. I thought I'd try my hand at writing something about them. Feedback is always appreciated! ^_^ Title -- Smell the Roses Author-- silver_cyn Disclaimer -- I own nothing. I just love FMA! Rating -- Teen and up Characters/Pairing --Implied Hughes/Roy (past/present?), Ed, Al, and Team Mustang Warning -- language Summary -- It's just the way his life works that when Ed's finally got the time to pay a little more attention to those around him, he wishes he didn't. Authors Note -- AU ending could apply to manga or anime. So, apparently, I'm fucking oblivious. At least that's what Al says. He says I don't pay enough attention to what's going on around me, and that I need to stop and smell the roses. But who the fuck has time for that? Not me, especially back when I had Al's body to restore. It took me four long years, but I finally did it. And damn did it feel good! Now Al's healthy, whole and laughing in front of my eyes. The homunculus are gone, and my time with the fucking military's nearly over. I still don't see the point of slowing down to smell the roses when I've got tons of shit to do, but tonight, why not? So while Al's grabbing us more beers, I check out Mustang's crew in the crowded bar. These battle hardened men and women had each done their part to support me in my journey even with their own goals to fulfill. I absently rub at the tender spot in my chest and smile as I watch Breda, Havoc and Fuery alternately weep and swear as they dump money in front of Falman. Hawkeye and Rebecca Catalina sit a few rows down from them chatting with Maria Ross. I quickly turn away from Danny Brosh's pleading eyes as Major Armstrong has found some insane reason to lose his shirt again and strike a pose. I eventually turn towards the table I've been trying not to watch (who am I kidding? more like trying not to get caught) all night where two of the best men I know sit. A small dagger pricks my heart at the sight of Hughes. He survived Envy's gunshot wound, but it was touch and go there for a while. I don't believe in God, but I'm not ashamed to admit I pleaded many nights for that man's life to whoever would listen. And then there's Mustang. I chuckle at the sight of cool, suave Mustang laid low by one man with a handful of photos. And I mean literally. He slumps over the table with one lone arm stretched in front of him. He curves his left arm to hide his face from Hughes, but really he should know by now that what makes Hughes so effectively annoying is that he doesn't shut the hell up. I grip the empty glass tighter as my eyes roam over Mustang. Ever since we defeated the homunculus, Mustang and I have managed something like friendship. Sure the man's a bastard, but at least he's a trustworthy one. Not to mention that long before Al started spouting that "smell the roses" bullshit I'd been torn between wanting to beat the Colonel's smug face in and doing...other stuff to it. I laugh outright when Mustang starts to slowly and repeatedly bang his head against the table. Hell, the man had set my feet on the path to restoring Al's body. The least I could do is rescue him from Assault of the Hugheses' Family Photos Part Two. Just as soon as I move to stand, I pause. Now I may be oblivious, but even I know Hughes and Mustang are close. So it doesn't bother me when Hughes reaches across the table to stop Mustang's self-abuse. And, I easily shrug it off when he ruffles Mustang's hair playfully. I expect it to stop there. Except it doesn't. It feels like a glass bubble encloses us, muffling all background noise and zooming in on what's taking place in front of me. Hughes allows his fingers to linger in Mustang's hair with an ease born of familiarity. Mustang raises his head just enough to meet those searching green eyes. I expect Mustang to pull back, laugh it off, or shit, do something. He does none of those things, merely watches the other man with guarded eyes as if waiting...or holding himself back, I realize, stomach knotting queasily. Hughes is looking at Mustang like he's the lov-like he never wants to let go of the man. Mustang's eyes slide shut as he just leans into the touch and never has a man managed to make such a gesture look all at once like a surrender and a victory. I close my eyes, open them again and like dust on the wind the moment's already passed. Hughes flashes another picture and Mustang's head falls against the table with an audible thunk. It takes a moment for me to realize I'm still staring at them like some dumb kid from some stupid high school drama. Some instinct for self preservation drags my eyes away from them. I grip the wooden table as too many thoughts fight for dominance. Aretheytheywouldn'tbastardsWhataboutMrs.Hugheswhatabout-I shove the last of that pathetic thought to the back of my mind and focus on the rotted wooden table in front of me, trying to ignore the jagged and torn muscle that insists on beating in my chest still. One thought escapes but it's neutral enough that I hang onto it as I try to breathe normally again. It's still banging around my head when Al sets two beers on the table. My face, well, I can't say what it looks like, but Al sees it and immediately asks what's wrong. I swallow, shake my head and reach for the beer instead. My hand is actually shaking, dammit and Al's eyes widen with alarm. "Brother, what is it?" "It's nothing, Al it's just..." I take a calming breath, and will my hand to stop shaking. Al's still waiting anxiously. "...I never did like roses." (Comment on this)