Roy Mustang X Male!Armour!Reader ~ Wait for You

“_____!” You turned at the sound of your name being shouted from somewhere behind you, the armour that made up your body clinking as you did so. You turned to see the small blonde alchemist, the very same one who had promised you he would help you get your body back just as soon as he fixed himself and his brother, running towards you across the park just as fast as his short little legs would carry him. You turned to face him fully, blades of grass being crushed under your feet as you moved. Had he done it? No, that couldn’t be it. He was running in ... fear? “_____, you’ve gotta help me!” He begged as he reached you, grabbing your metal arm and looking at you with pleading amber eyes. “The colonel called me short this morning, so I just got my revenge, but now he’s gonna kill me and you’ve gotta hide me please!”

You would have blinked at the absurdity of the situation if you could have, but Edward didn’t give you much choice in the hiding him matter. You thought for a moment that he would actually hide inside you, but thankfully the rapidly approaching figure you supposed was Roy Mustang was getting far too close to allow him the time to do so, and so he instead settled for getting behind you and trying to hide there as the superior alchemist reached the two of you. You turned to the man who would likely have made you a blushing mess on the floor had you still had the capability of becoming one, to see that he was dripping wet and glowering.

“[l/n].” Oh how that deep velvet voice sent pleasant shivers up your spine. You’d never thought of another man like that before you had met the flame alchemist. At first you had shunned the thoughts, now you welcomed them with open arms. “Hand him over.”

You shrugged and stepped to one side, revealing Edward cowering behind you. The blonde stared at you in horror as Mustang strode forward to grab him by the collar.

“_____!” He managed, “You traitor!”

With a huff you put a hand on your hip, making yourself appear as sassy as was possible for a suit of armour. If you’d had a face you would have rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh relax, it’s not like he can burn you or anything.”

“_____!” Roy protested indignantly, dropping the smaller alchemist he was so surprised and annoyed by your words. Edward took the attempt to flee, and the colonel growled as he was about to chase after him.

“Colonel Mustang?” He caught himself at the sound of your voice, turning to eye you irritably.

“What is it?”

“Um...” Your words died in your uncertainty and if you’d had a mouth you were sure it would have been dry. Hr watched you impatiently as you took a hesitant step closer to him, but if he had the time to chase Edward Elric around Central he sure as hell had the time to listen to what you had to say. “I know this is weird considering I’m just a suit of armour and all ... and we’re both men...” judging by the look of shock and the bright red blush on his face, he suspected what you were getting at just from that, but you ploughed ahead anyway. “But I really like you. I know I have no body, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

It was safe to say you had never seen him so stunned before. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly when no sound came out. Licked his lips to moisten them, tried again only to achieve the same result. You watched him as he made his way over to a nearby bench and sat heavily, dripping all over it but not really caring, instead too focused on staring at his shaking hands with wide onyx eyes.

After a few minutes of this you started to worry, and when you saw Alphonse a little way away you quickly waved him over.

“What’s wrong?” Your fellow suit of armour asked you as he approached.

“I think I broke Colonel Mustang.” You told him nervously, gesturing to the bench where the man in question still hadn’t moved.

“Oh dear...” Al stared at him for a moment. When he continued to be still the young boy began to panic. “Oh no! Stay with him! I’m going to get a doctor!”

“Wait, Al-!” You turned to stop him but he had taken off at a run before you could grab him. You turned back to Roy to see him looking at you in slight confusion.

“Was that Alphonse Elric?”

“Uh ... no...?”

Roy hmphed and you cautiously went to take a seat beside him on the bench. He sat back more comfortably as he turned to look at you.

“I’m not usually interested in men, but I’ll try for you.” He told you, and you swore you had never been so happy.



The next few months, however, didn’t exactly live up to your expectations.

It hurt that you couldn’t feel every time your new lover held your hand, every time he hugged you, every time he pressed his chapped lips to your rusted face plate. You longed for the touch of your beloved, for the feeling of him lying there with you. You couldn’t even cry about it.

After the third month there came a day that you were sitting on the floor by his chair in his office, resting your head on his lap while he worked on his paperwork above you. There had been a comfortable silence in the office for a little while now and you were happy to be there regardless of that you couldn’t feel his warmth.

Until you turned your head a little and his finger ended up in your eye hole. He had been stroking your head affectionately and you hadn’t even realised it.

This brought back memories of your childhood, when you were ill or upset, and your mother had sat you on the sofa beside her and ran her hands through your hair in order to comfort you. You remembered how it had felt, how it had made you feel so much better every time. And now you could no longer feel it. Such a small thing, but for you that was your breaking point. You flung your arms around his waist and nuzzled your armoured head into his stomach, whimpering.

Roy had noticed nothing out of the ordinary up until this point, and was surprised by your sudden actions. He looked down at you in surprise, one arm automatically locking securely around your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you with a frown. You raised your head to look at him, wishing that you could cry, frown, anything.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” You managed. “I love you so much, but physically I can feel nothing. I thought I could handle it, but I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Your lover’s eyes were fixed on you the whole time you spoke, and he gently pried you off of him so that he could lean forward and rest his forehead against that of your helmet.

“I love you, _____.” He told you gently, and you felt your non-existent heart throb with longing. “But if you want to stop until you have your body back I understand.” As he took your hands in his you gave his a gentle squeeze. Without the ability to give him a teary smile to show your gratitude for his understanding as you would have liked to, you bowed your head as you got to your feet. The colonel raised with you, still interlinking your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You told him quietly. “I really do love you.”

“I’ll wait for you.” The black haired male reassured you kindly. “And when you get your body back, it would make me the happiest man alive if you’d marry me.”

*****

You dragged yourself out of the darkness that consumed your vision to find yourself staring up at a familiar blonde-haired face only inches away from your own. You jerked in surprise, but thankfully not forcefully enough that he’d end up with a giant welt on his forehead.

“Back off, Elric, I need my space.” You snapped at him, raising your hand to shove him away by the face. Midway through the action you froze, staring in shock at your hand.

Your [s/c] fleshy hand. You could feel Edward’s face a little squished in your grasp. You let go of Edward and sat up quickly, turning your hands this way and that as you stared at them in delight. You almost fell out of bed in your haste to get over to the vanity in the corner, staring wide-eyed into the mirror at your [s/c] face, [e/c] eyes and [h/l/s/c] hair. You actually laughed in delight as you ran back  to the rather annoyed Edward sat on your bed and threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Edward! You and Al did it! Thank you so much!” There was no way you could even express all the gratitude you felt for what the brothers had done for you, let alone begin to repay that kindness. But despite his advanced grudge holding skills, even Edward found his irritation waning when faced with your sheer joy and enthusiasm.

“Hey, you’re welcome.” He told you, hugging you back. “What are friends for?” After a few moments he pulled back, holding you at arms length as he looked your body up and down. “I think Mustang will be impressed when he sees you like this.”

Your eyes widened and a blush hit your face as you remembered your lover, and you jumped to your feet.

“Oh, gosh, Roy!” You managed nervously. “I have to get ready, so I can go and find him!” You raised your hands to your head, pulling at your hair as you panicked. “But I don’t have any clothes! And what if he doesn’t like me like this?!”

You were close to running around screaming with your arms waving over your head in a manner befitting an Italian who had just caught sight of a Brit. Edward grabbed you by the shoulders to keep you from getting to that stage.

“Al’s gone to get some new clothes for both of you.” He told you. “And trust me, seeing as Mustang was willing to date you when you were just a suit of armour, I’m sure he’ll be happy to date you.”

You calmed down, staring at the young teen in shock that he was actually being so comforting. He’d grown on his journey. But he was still a short-stack.

“Hey ... thanks, Ed.” You told him, grateful. “That actually makes me feel a little better.”

Running footsteps in the corridor outside the hotel room the Elric brothers had brought you to before you’d blacked out drew your attention, and the door was flung open to reveal a wide-eyed, panting Mustang.

“Al told me about _____! Is he here?” His onyx eyes fell on you before Edward had a chance to answer him, and a light blush touched his pale cheeks. He cleared his throat and regained his composure before turning back to Edward. “Elric, can you give us a little while alone please?”

Edward grinned and nodded, heading towards the door.

Take as much time as you want, I need to go find Al and Winry anyway.” He said cheerfully as he headed out. “Good luck walking tomorrow, _____!”

Your face erupted fifty shades of red at his words as Roy closed and locked the door behind the young boy. You remained silent, fingers fidgeting in front of you as he approached you.

“I promised you that I’d wait for you.” He told you softly, one hand reaching to cup your cheek. “And I have. So now, I want you to marry me.”

“Yes!” You grinned happily, hugging him tightly. You loved the feeling of his body and his warmth in your arms, and the knowledge that you would be able to hold onto him for what would hopefully be the rest of your life. He kissed you, properly, for the first time, and you were so consumed with love and happiness you thought you would burst. Roy moved back, sitting on the bed and pulling you down on his lap so he could hold you against him tightly, hands and eyes exploring your body.

“You know something?” He asked you suddenly, and you looked up at him in question. He smirked and leaned forward, his lips against your ear. “You’d look dead sexy in a mini skirt.”