Blind Love (Roy Mustang x Reader)

2.1

You gently placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone before sitting down and pulling out your friend's favorite whisky. You blankly stared at the name in front of you as you took a big swig from your flask.

You weren't planning on coming to Hughes' grave today, but a meeting with the new Lieutenant General of the Eastern command had ended sooner than expected so you took some time off to visit your old friend.

There was so much you wanted to tell Maes. You wanted to tell him about your new (secret) relationship with Roy, how you had been promoted in the aftermath of the battle against Father, and above all you wanted to tell him how much you missed him. Your heart clenched in pain as you imagined how different your life would be if your friend was still alive.

A sad smile formed on your face as you thought about how Hughes would've responded to your news with Roy. He would've laughed uncontrollably upon hearing about your newly found relationship while constantly bringing up the fact that he knew this would happen. If you told Hughes about your promotion, he would've brought you to his home to celebrate your promotion with his family while constantly talking about how he was proud of being close friends with a general.

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath as you stood up. After putting the flask in your coat pocket, you patted the dirt off your uniform and took a moment to look at the tombstone once more.

"I miss you, old friend," you said with a shaky voice.

Before leaving, you saluted while blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall.

You turned around and started walking towards your car to head to your next meeting. As you were walking towards your waiting vehicle and subordinate, you saw a familiar figure awaiting you.

You could see one casually dressed Lieutenant Hawkeye making small talk with Major Stoker. When you got close to the car both of them saluted and you acknowledged them with a nod.

You turned towards the Lieutenant and smiled.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, it's so nice seeing you back in action! What can I do for you?"

She seemed tense as she spoke her next words, "May I speak candidly with you, mam?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words and you took out your State Alchemist pocket watch to check the time. You had exactly 20 minutes to make it to your next meeting. As a new general in Central you were constantly busy. Meetings plagued your day and you often times found yourself doing more work because Fuhrer Grumman refused to lift a finger. The old man was a master at avoiding work and you were the one paying the consequences. But you knew that Hawkeye would never be one to waste your time.

You motioned for her to get in the car with you, "I'm due for a meeting in 20, so you can tell me on the way there."

She nodded and hurriedly got in the car before you.

As the car started to drive through the streets of Central, you attentively listened to what the woman next to you had to say.

"A few days ago, Doctor Marco came to see the Colonel about his vision. The doctor said that he could use the Philosopher's Stone to return his sight, but he refuses to use the stone... General, he plans on retiring from the military."

Lieutenant Hawkeye continued to explain the different opinions of Mustang's Unit and the proposals that Dr. Marco brought up.

You messaged your temple as you contemplated the options.

The last time you had visited Roy, he did mention retiring from the military. He claimed that a blind soldier was useless. While you understood his sentiment, your heart broke at seeing the flame disappear from his eyes. This wasn't the Flame Alchemist that you had first met, he was just a shell of the man that you had fallen in love with. You would stop at nothing to bring back the flame, but you knew it would be selfish to have him take up Dr. Marco's proposition. After all, you wouldn't be the one forced to live with the guilt of taking advantage of thousands of innocent souls. But he deserved a second chance, didn't he?