Warnings: Loss of family, possible gaslighting? 
Gender: Female

I really don't see a lot of Roy's out there. I wanted to write one that could have some funny lines in and... I think I did well?
I should mention Roy's personality in this is far different from normal. So rather then the dorky, cute prince he is, he acts more smug and mature, but still caring. Trust me, I've got some ideas for classic/dorky Roy in the works.

Also, I put in minor gaslighting warning because of the way the two characters talk, as some may take it the wrong way, especially given the way some of this is worded, but know I did not intend for it to be seen as such. Roy is genuinely trying to be helpful, not trick or manipulate the protagonist. 

Also also, I wrote this as if everyone is over 18. You can read the rules as to why.

Enjoy!

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~Reader POV~

"Grah!!" I slashed the Lycain guard with my blade. I saw his body go limp, blood flowing freely. I looked at the other army soldiers as I panted and sweat caked my head. "I'm still ready!"

I held my weapon, in the 3 vs 1 battle. A quick dodge, another slash, and I cut off someone's head. One was behind me and I gave the soldier a quick kick before plunging my blade into their stomach. A quick turn around while holding my sword ready, and I slashed the person's neck. 4 kills, and I heaved to get air.

"Father!!" I yelled. "Where are you!?" I called for him. I raced around our hideout, trying to find Him. All chaos was breaking loose; the Lycain army had found our little bandit hideout, and started to just ransack the place. Geez, and they call us savages.

I raced around, trying to avoid the small fires breaking out from mage spells, seeing many of my fellow brothers and sisters in arms dead. I was killing as many soldiers as I could, and urging those injured to escape. It was hard for me to witness it all, but I had to keep going. I had to avenge my fallen family! Even if I wasn't related to all of them by blood, as a clan, we were all one.
Suddenly, I heard a cry of pain to my right, where our mess hall was. I had a stare in shock, that sounded much like...
"Father!"

Racing in, I saw my father, having just been slashed by a young adult looking boy, around my age. He held a rapier and had red hair, with blue eyes that matched his armor. He was the one calling the shots, and leading the army. The boy turned to see me as I was still in shock. "Father!!" I raced past the boy, who stared at me and let me approach the dying body.

Kneeling down, I held my dad's upper body; brushing the grey and shaggy hair from his face. "Father! Please, don't leave me! I-I can fix t-this!"

"*cough* I-I'm sorry... (Y-Y/N)... it seems... it's over for... m-me." He coughed up a little blood as he spoke, and it curved down the side of his mouth. I was shaking my head as tears fell.

"No No! Don't say that! I-I'll find Tilly the cleric a-and--"

"Stop." He demanded. "L-listen... I must t-tell you... you... are not... m-my own."

I stared at him wide eyed. "W-What?! What do you mean!?"

"I... f-found you in... a v-village we... raided. I couldn't... w-watch you die... I took you...*cough* T-Thank you... Kid... for everything..."

My tears were racing down my face, and I saw my father brush the tears away with a small smile, but then he had a small coughing fit, before I saw his chest stop moving and his arm go limp. "Father?! FATHER!!" I yelled unable to hold back all my tears and they streamed down my face onto the now lifeless body. "No!! Why?! Why did you have to go?!"

My mind was racing with emotions, but also questions. I wasn't his daughter? But... I've always been here, I was raised with our clan. I was told my mother died in childbirth, and that some of the older members had known her. These people were my family, everyone here was like a brother or sister to me. They taught me everything I know. Yet, I was not born of the one I called my parent? No, there must be a misunderstanding... But I was too overcome with grief to worry about that now.

I still felt the presence of the person behind me. I lifted my head to look dead straight, and stood up. I turned back to the boy, who had just watched the whole scene. I pulled my sword, and pointed it at him. "Y-you..."

"Wait!" He demanded, holding his hands up. "That mark on you're neck..." He was pointing to a discolored area on the right side of my throat, darker then my normal skin tone. "You aren't from--"

"You killed my father!!" I didn't wait for him before I slashed at him. He drew out his rapier and started to fight with me. We grunted and moved around as we fought. "You killed my father! Prepare to die!"

"You... you aren't born... from these bandits!" The boy tried to say as he fought with me, dodging and swinging. "This isn't... y-your family!"

"Yes they were, you know nothing about me! And here you come, slaughter them all! And You call me the bad guy?!"

The boy grunted as blades clashed and we held them against one another.
"They are! They attack innocents! They steal, they cheat! And They aren't your birth family, I know it!"

"You know nothing!" I growled. "I was raised here. We only took what we needed! We tried to remain peaceful about it, only turning violent to those who resisted!" The blades slipped from one another. I went to slash, and it was dodged. He went to stab, and I rolled away. Then we both charged.

"Then..." our swords clashed again. "Why do you... bare the mark of the Laus royal family?!" He was pointing out a birth scar on my neck.

"What are you talking about?!" I demanded to know. "It's just a birthmark! You know nothing of me or my past!" I thrust my sword forward, sliding it, and managed to disarm the boy, throwing his rapier up, and grabbing it, before pointing it at him. "Revenge is a dish best served cold!"

I was about to stab him, and end this kids pathetic life... before I felt something hit my back. It felt like some kind of spell, and when it did, I instantly lost all feeling in my body. Thrust forward from the impact of the attack, I was unable to catch myself as I fell, and landed face first to the floor. I dropped the weapons, and found myself at the mercy of the boy, whom I was at the feet of I now. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move, save for my neck and head.

The boy just stared down at me, before grabbing both weapons from the ground. He looked forward, where I had been hit from. "Wait." He demanded. "Don't kill them." He looked down to me, kneeling. I saw him reach for my neck, moving it, and looking at the mark. I wanted to grab him then and there, but this paralysis made it impossible. Instead, I tried to shake his hand off my throat. "Bring them with us. Their not related to these bandits." He explained.

I heard some grunts and felt people grabbing my arms. "Argh! Let me go!" I yelled, though it didn't seem to impede them. I looked to the boy, who gave a glare. Yet, it felt gentle, like he really didn't want to hurt me, but was forced to. "You! Just slay me now! You've taken everything from me!" I felt tears in my eyes drop.

"No." Was his simple response. "You weren't born into this bandit clan. You had to have been stolen from somewhere else. Only the nobles of Laus have such a mark on their bodies. I studied this when I was in Ostia." The boy then lead the ones holding me out of the hall. "I'm not letting you just die here."

"Aruhg! Its just a birthmark, you twit!" I yelled. I felt pain all over my body, and it was hard for me to stay focused. I was literally dragged through the hideout, and saw the bodies of my many allies; brothers and sisters who's faces now drew blood. I felt horrible that I was still alive, yet they were dead. It looked like the army had killed everyone... everyone I knew and everyone I called family. I felt myself starting to cry, and growing more and more angry as I was dragged. "You'll pay for this, ya little prick!" I tried to yell, but my comment seemed to ignored. I had no choice but to let myself be dragged along. Soon, I was back outside, where many more soldiers were.

Some were in the process of being healed. Others were idle talking and some were packing up supplies. "Lord Roy!" One came up to him, holding a bow, who then glanced to me. "Who is this?"

"Their a bandit who tried to kill me, Wolt." The boy, who I know knew was named Roy, explained. "I'm bringing them back with us."

"Why?"

Roy glanced to me, then leaned over and seemed to whisper something to the other person. Wolt began to smile, before gently pushing Roy in a playful manner, who had a smile on his face as he glanced back to me. The person named Wolt ran off, and I was brought next to a cart with supplies, and there stood a cleric. "I demand to be unhanded! Fight me in a fair battle, you 'lord'!"

"Ok now you're just trying to be annoying, aren't you?" He turned back to me with a disappointed look on his face and crossed arms.

"Well what do you think?" I snarled. "You are forcibly taking me from my home after slaughtering my family. If I can't fight you, I'm at least gonna be the most annoying guest ever."

The boy put his fingers on his sinuses. "You don't get it do you? That I'm trying to help?" He frowned.

"And how exactly is taking me from my home after slaughtering my family supposed to 'help' me?"

"It just will, alright? Jeez you're annoying." The boy muttered. "Ugh, I don't want to have to deal with this for the entire trip home." The boy sighed, then turned to the clerics. "Clerics, You got a sleep staff? Use it on this one here." He looked to his right where two were standing, and they both nodded right away before looking in the cart next to them, shuffling items.

"Hey wait!" I yelled. "W-What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting you far away from what you think is your life. This isn't your history, I know it. You aren't one of these lowly bandits."

"You little!! That's my dead family you're insulting!"

"You think this is your family, but I know it's not, I feel it isn't, there's more to you." He turned back to the clerics. "Use the staff. Keep 'em out of commission until we're back at the castle. If only to save our ears from their insentient chatter..."

While the boy walked away, the cleric came up holding the silver staff with a blue orb. I wanted to move, and I tried to, but my body being paralyzed prevented me from doing anything. The staff glowed and a blue light came from the orb. Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness hit me. I was fighting it, I was not about to be taken as some... some... prisoner, for this noble. Yet I couldn't do anything. My body was already limp, and my mind was fogging. I couldn't fight this magic. "Y-Y-You'll... Pay..." I managed to mutter before I slipped into the dark embrace of sleep...

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I was groggy as I was slowly waking. I felt like I was on a cot of some sort. I went to move, and I was able to feel my limbs once more, the paralysis had worn off. My eyes began to open and I found myself within a prison cell, sleeping on the cot provided. I got up, slowly with my head ringing a little as I got up. "What time is it?" I wondered.

The floor was dirt with stone walls and metal bars for the door. It wasn't big, and I seemed to be alone as no other prisoners were heard.
Then I remembered everything, and I became defensive. I had witnessed my father's death, being paralyzed, forced asleep, and imprisoned by someone who claimed I didn't belong to the family I was raised with.

"That little prick of a noble! I'll show him! I'll kill him if its the last thing I do!"

Suddenly, a door had opened. It's sound echoed in the dungeon, and I heard footsteps on the stone getting louder as it made it's way to me. Then, the boy who had captured me came into my sight beyond the bars. "So... how'd you sleep?"

I huffed. "Why do you care? What did you do to me?!"

"What do you mean?" He sounded genuinely confused. "You were annoying, so to keep my sanity, I had to make you take a little nap. Plus as a bonus it made it so you didn't know how to get back to that cave you called a home. Nothings wrong, I didn't do anything beyond that, promise."

"Ok, one, that sounds creepy. Two, I've been around enough men in my life to know what they like to do!" I glared. 

"Oh brother..." He did his fingers on his sinuses again. "I'm not like that! Listen, I'm really am trying to help you, and we clearly got off on the wrong foot. So let's try this again as if we never met;
I'm Roy, prince of Pherae. You?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Oh I see.  Alright, I'll play your game." I scoffed. "You can call me (Y/N), daughter of Raided Blood Bandits leader... well... former leader now..."

"Yeah, that ain't right..." He took a few steps back and leaned on the wall. "That mark on your neck, you can't be just some bandit."

"Oh will you knock it off?! You don't know my history!"

"Then tell me!" He demanded. "Tell me who you are. Who's your parents? Where did you come from? Why do you have that mark?"

I sighed. "Well you killed my father, so that's obvious. As for my mother, she died giving birth to me." I sat down on the dirt in the cell, as Roy slid down the wall and sat across from me.

"And... who told you this?" He raised an eyebrow.

"My father. Duh."

"That's a just a story he made up to hide your past, I'm certain. You didn't resemble him in anyway."

"Put a cork in it for a moment, will ya?! Can't you see I'm having a familial crisis here?!" I snapped. "Father... why did... why did you have to die?" I mumbled, feeling the emotions creep back up to me.

"He can't be your father." I glanced to Roy who had snapped me from my thoughts, and glared. "Wait, just hear me out first, before you get pissed off more then you already are."

I sighed, and put my chin on my hand in a board looking manner. "Fine."

"Alright. I said you had the mark of Laus on you, it's that thing on your neck that your 'father' said was a birthmark. It isn't, it's been documented before."

"What would you know?"

"I studied this." Roy insisted. "You can't be related to the person who called a father, otherwise wouldn't bare that mark. You have to have noble blood in you, as all the nobles of Laus have such a mark on their bodies."

"How can you prove it's the mark of Laus? There's no way you can."

"Right... I can't. But it's far too similar looking to other noble house marks to be a coincidence or 'just a birth mark.'"

"Alright. So, maybe I was born noble. Then why was I in a bandit clan? Why did they raise me?"

Roy slowly shook his head in disappointment. "...You are so impossible sometimes." He sighed. "You're royalty, or related to it. Of course bandits would want you, if only for a ransom payment! How they found you is a different story, as I would think someone who is royal wouldn't be able to be caught so easily. Where was your escort to protect you from the very event you ended up in?"

"Don't ask me, I was a baby." I sassed and rolled my eyes at him.

"My thoughts are this; you are born to a noble family of Laus. Something happened and you were kidnapped by bandits as a baby, only to be raised as one. There's no other way, you can't have that mark on you otherwise."

"Why do you even care?!" I snapped. It seemed to catch Roy off guard who watched me. "Why do you care about this?! I'm not related to you, and there's no reason this should concern you. If anything, you've caught me! It's over! I'll be in the gallows by next week--"

"Because I like you." He crossed his arms and looked at me bluntly, interrupting my sentence. I looked confused as I turned to him. "Alright, I said it. I. Like. You. I... can't explain it, but I felt a connection when you entered the room we fought in."

"Crud..."
"W-Well..." I was trying to hide my blush from his compliments. "O-Ok! S-So you l-like me. Why's t-th-that matter?" It was hard for me to hide my feelings or not be bashful about his words. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm single. You're single, at least I think. I'm noble, you're noble. I think it's obvious."

"We literally met less then 24 hours ago."

"And it was love at first sight." He smiled. "C'mon, I can see you turning red."

"No I'm not!!" I turned away in embarrassment. I heard him laughing behind me. "S-shut up!"

Roy began to laugh. "Even if you don't want to admit it, I can tell you repeat the feelings. You can't hide it" Smiling, he took a stand. "Listen, I've got something to do. But just think about it for a while. Understand I really do want to help you." He took a stand, and I heard his footsteps walk away before the door closed.

I went back to the cot and laid down on it, staring at the ceiling, then shoving my hands into my face, before I yelled my ultimate question;

"WHY IS HE RIGHT?!"

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I feel like I could make a part 2 to this but I don't know where to go from here. If you got ideas, let me know cuz I have nothin.'

I've wanted to do a Roy X Reader for a while and while this story was in no way like typical Roy, I still thought it would fit.  Trust me, I have a more typical Roy in the works.
I now realize I could have done something similar to this but with Chrom and have it be Chrom finds a long lost son/daughter. Maybe I'll do it sometime, but I leave this for now.

PS, I'm sorry this took a while to upload, I was in NC for vacation and didn't have access to my computer to spell check.