Rose (Roy x Reader)

Roy...

"Roy ..."

You could just see him now, his expression of pain and horror as he found you. You could
feel him pick you in his strong arms, the tears of grief rolling down his face. You could
hear his sobs as he grieved for you.

But that wouldn't happen now. You were alone, dying ...

All thanks to the Homunculi.

"I'm ... sorry ..." You took a shuddering breath, and everything faded.

~*~*~*~

You were signing your resignation forms, glad to be out of the Military. You had enough of war, enough of killing people. After Brigadier General Hughes was murdered, you made the decision: this wasn't for you.

"What are you doing, Sergent (y/n)?" a familiar voice asked.

"Resigning, Colonel Mustang. I've had more than enough with killing people. I'm going somewhere else, but still in the city." You put your gun on the desk and finally let your hair down. "Maybe we'll see each other again, outside of this hellhole."

"Well, since you're now offically a normal citizen again, perhaps you'd like to go on a da-" Roy began, only to be cut off by you.

"Sorry. I already told Havoc I'd go out with him. He said that he's been having trouble settling into the city an-" Now it was Roy's turn to cut you off.

"Actually, he told us earlier today that he found someone who helped him settle in. He already has a girlfriend, (y/n)." Roy gave you his half-smirk. Damn that confidant smirk!

You gave him a glare. "Well, it's still a no. I'm not going out with an arrogant man who's full of himself." You turned around and walked away with a huff. You secretly liked him, but if he really wanted you, he'd have to get past your thorns to see the rose.

Of course, you weren't going to make it easy for him. You had your little traps ... like your plans with Sergent Brosh later that week. Ever since the Colonel had flambeed Maria Ross, he's been down in the dumps. So you asked him if he'd like to go on a walk. He accepted your offer, and you hoped it would help him.

You walked to your house, searching your pockets for the key to your front door. You started to panic. Where was your house key?! You swallowed and peeked into the window.

There the little bastard was. Right on your table. You had forgotten to grab it on your way out!

Mentally cursing yourself, you pulled out a pin. What better time to learn how to pick locks than now?

After an hour of trying to get into your house, someone came up behind you.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?"

You whipped around. "Trying to get into my house, what's it lo-oh ..." Your paled as the officers loomed over you.

"A likely story. Tell it to the- Oh, Sergent (y/n)?" One officer asked. "Why are you picking the lock on this house?"

You ground your teeth in frustration. "Because this is my house. I locked myself out." Your hand formed a fist. "You. Got. That?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" The officers saluted you.

"Great. Now ..." You lowered your hand. "Any of you know how to pick a lock?"
~*~*~*~
A/N sorry guys I thought my storey posted but it never did I'm sos sorry