Blind Love (Roy Mustang x Reader)

4.1

Your ears rang as you fired another shot from your rifle. You were currently laying on your stomach aiming at the target 20 feet ahead of you.

The decision to join the military as an alchemist was an easy one. Everyone in your family, including your parents, had served the country and once they both passed you decided to honor them by following in their footsteps. At the time you joined the military, there were a few skirmishes outside the border, and you suspected the war would be peaking soon. You hoped that the conflict would not come to a full-blown war, but with the way the military was reacting to the conflicts, you knew that violence would be ensuing.

You continued to fire shots until you ran out of rounds. Once everyone finished, you walked toward the practice target to check how you had been doing. All of the bullets were near perfect bullseyes except for a few of them. A smile adorned your face as you thought about how your proud you father would be. Your mind drifted to how much you missed your parents, but those thoughts were cut short when you heard someone laughing obnoxiously.

When you turned towards the noise, you could see someone on the ground while a group of people were standing around him. You shook your head in annoyance and turned to step away from them, but when you heard when one of the harassers said you marched over in anger.

"Why are you even here you dirty Ishvalan?"

You recognized that voice. His name was Charles Browning, and his father had briefly worked under your own. You had seen him at a few state events which was more than enough time to determine that he was an asshole.

Once you got close enough you could see that the cadet on the ground was an Ishvalan, and the group huddling around him were all military brats (children of military officials). You were technically in that category of cadets as well, but you tried your best to disassociate yourself from them because you wanted to make a name for yourself, not simply from your father's achievements.

You stepped in between the group and the man on the ground, "Leave him alone, Browning."

His face contorted into one of anger and he gave you a shove.

"Stay out of my way, (l/n)."

You could feel your temper rising but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to calm down. Instead of confronting Browning, you turned towards the Ishvalan cadet and offered him a hand. When he was about to accept, one of the other military brats, kicked his arm and gave you another shove.

"Don't help the traitor! He's disgusting."

That was the last straw.

You punched Browning straight in the nose. While he fell to the ground clutching his nose in pain, another one of his goonies stepped forward to attack you. You simply moved out of the way and threw him over your shoulder. You were nothing if not a good fighter.

You dramatically patted your uniform off as you addressed Browning and his group.

"If I see any of you harassing this cadet or any other cadet ever again, a broken nose isn't the only thing you'll get."

After they scuttled away in anger, you turned around and saw two other cadets helping the man off of the ground.

Both of them had raven colored hair but one was wearing glasses and the other had this curious glimmer in his eye when he made eye contact with you. Something about how he was looking at you made you feel warmer. Whatever it was, you just hoped that you would be seeing him again.

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You were sitting down on a hill near the barracks watching the sunset to wind down from the day's events. After you helped the Ishvalan cadet, the instructor gave you a verbal beating for being violent. You sighed as you sprawled out on the ground. You weren't formally punished, most likely because of your family's reputation, but he threatened to write you up for misconduct if something like that happened again.

As you watched the sky change colors on your back, you heard footsteps approach you. An irritated groan escaped your lips, but when you saw who it was you were more than happy to be interrupted. It was Roy Mustang, one of the cadets that helped Erbe.

"Mind if I join?"

You nodded in response and curiously watched him as he sat down next to you.

He pulled out a flask and offered it to you which you gladly accepted. When you grabbed it, your hands brushed against his warm ones and you avoided his gaze so that he wouldn't see you blush.

After taking a swig, you handed it back to him.

"Who did you kill to get this?"

He chuckled and mimed zipping his lips.

You were feeling quite generous so you dug around into your pockets and pulled out a case of cigarettes and a lighter; a perk of being a previous General's daughter. While you hated taking advantage of the name, sometimes you caved in for the small things in life.

Before taking a cigarette and your lighter, he flashed you a small smile. While he was lighting up the cigarette in his mouth, you place one in your own and waited for the lighter. When you tried to light up your own, the lighter went dead. After several futile attempts you tossed it on the ground and groaned.

"I'll help you with that."

He brought you closer and placed the end of his cigarette to your own to light it up. When he got close, you could feel his breath on you and seeing his face so close to yours made your heart speed up.

You pulled back and took a huff of the cancer stick before saying a quick, "thanks."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the sun continued to go down. You barely knew the man, but you knew that you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

While gently tapping the ash off of your cig, you snuck a peek to see his face and a smile spread across your face. He was blankly looking at you as well.

The both of you shared a laugh as you playfully shoved him. Now you had to make it out alive, even if it was only to see his smile again.