Blind Love (Roy Mustang x Reader)

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Bells rang above you as you walked into the bar. You smiled as a familiar woman embraced you. She wrapped her arms around you and greeted you with gusto.

"Y/n, you have to tell Roy to visit more often! I never see that handsome face around here anymore."

You laughed in response and walked towards the bar.

"I'll make sure to tell him the next time I see him Vanessa."

She let go of you and gave you a wink as she smiled slyly.

"You better not be keeping him for yourself, y/n."

You felt your face slightly heat up as you took off your coat and gently draped it on a stool. You took a seat on a stool and waited for the bartender.
You certainly had a close relationship with Roy ever since the academy.
At first you were taken aback by his large ego but once you got to know him, you grew quite fond of the softie that was inside. Along the way you developed a close relationship with a few other soldiers but you had managed to form an unbreakable comradery with the Colonel and one deceased Brigadier General. You couldn't figure when out you had started falling for the Flame Alchemist, but it didn't matter because you had fallen for him hard. No matter how much you wanted to tell him of your feelings, you couldn't stand threatening the friendship that took years of building trust, especially not when both of you had just lost a friend, someone whom both of you both considered a brother.

"Welcome back y/n. Are you here for a special order?"

You snapped out of your thought and shook your head with a soft smile.

"Not today Madam Christmas. Just give me the usual."

She grunted in response and went to get your choice of poison.

Usually you only visited this establishment when you needed to send messages discreetly around Amestris. But today you were here to mourn the death of a friend, a comrade, and a brother. The bars around Central Command were filled to brim with officers and you didn't need any military business. Being a Brigadier General, especially at your young age, brought a lot of unwanted attention and today you wanted to get intoxicated in peace. Today you wanted to be a civilian.

The bartender sent down your drink in front of you. "How have you been?"

Before answering, you downed the entire glass and slid it towards her.

"Awful, Madam. This week has been rough."

She nodded understandingly and responded by placing a bottle of the expensive scotch that you liked. You guessed that Roy had told her about Maes' death and how the investigations had come up short for his murderer. You smiled in appreciation and silently filled your glass. Chris walked to the end of the bar and left you to your thoughts as she serviced other customers.

That's what you liked about her, she never pressed on.

You sadly smiled as you looked at the amber liquid. A dull pain hit your chest as you recalled the moment Maes barged into your office telling you of his wife's pregnancy. The excitement on his face was absolutely contagious. You usually hated breaking the facade of a strict superior, but when your friend had told you of his growing family you immediately wrapped your arms around him and congratulated him with equal enthusiasm. Following the news he dropped even bigger news on you when he asked you to be his daughter's Godmother. You tearfully accepted with no hesitation.

You pressed your eyes shut to keep the tears from falling and took another swig of the scotch. The memories were haunting you and you wanted to forget.

You poured yourself another glass, completely forgetting how many you had already taken and drank. You carelessly continued this pattern of pouring and drinking until a hand snatched the bottle away from you.

You looked up, annoyed that someone had interrupted your meticulous plan to black out.

Perhaps you were drunker than you expected, because in front of you was the handsome devil himself. Dressed in a pristine suit, Roy Mustang was standing in front of you in all of his splendor. It had been a while since you had last seen him. The last encounter was Maes' burial and it certainly wasn't the place to exchange pleasantries.

You analyzed his facial features despite the familiarity and felt your heartbeat pick up its pace. You hated what he did to you but ironically loved being in his company.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of the great Flame Alchemist gracing me with his presence?"

You jokingly stroked his ego but the Alchemist was in no mood for jokes.

"How much did you drink?" He asked before taking a seat next to you.

You shook your head nonchalantly and reached for the bottle. Before you could get your hand on the scotch, Roy grabbed your wrist and forcefully dragged you into the office in the back.

When he let go of your wrist you waited for the verbal beating he had ready.
You knew exactly what this was about.

"Maria Ross did not kill Hughes. You knew that yet you signed off on the arrest."

You could see that Roy was seething with anger. Little did he know, this was all for him. It hurt to know that he had such little faith in you.

Calmly you responded while taking a seat on the black sofa against the wall.
"There were eye witnesses and the ballistic reports came up as a match. She was a viable suspect and so I had her arrested."

Roy clenched his fists as he took in your indifferent behavior.

"That's it? That's all you have to say for yourself?"

You clenched your teeth and stood up.

"I don't answer to you Roy. Last time I checked, I'm your superior."

That was the final straw for the Colonel. 

"You're pulling rank on me right now?! Our friend was just murdered and you want to bring up rank? Are you even bothered by his death?"

Roy was overwhelmed with rage and he let it control him. Of course Maes' death affected you and he knew that. As soon as he let out those words, he felt regret creep up on him. But it didn't matter to you, the damage had been done.

Each word pierced your heart. Without much thought your hand struck his face.
Tears sprung in your eyes as you glared at him.

"You don't think it affected me? Fuck you, Mustang. Hughes was just as much of a friend to me as he was to you."

You turned on your heels and wiped the tears that were streaming down your face. You took a deep breath and walked out of the office. You briefly heard your name being called but you ignored it and kept walking.

You approached the bar again to pick up your jacket and pay your tab. You thanked Chris for the night and walked out quickly before she could ask any questions.