Roy/Jean for 30_kisses [theme #29; the sound of waves]
Title: Across The Moonlit Floor
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc, with hints of Edward Elric/Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: Mangaverse future AU.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Quick ficlet that popped into my brain, for 30_kisses theme number 29, the sound of waves.
I'm on a roll today!
This year, the ball held for the high-ranking officers of the military and all of the military’s benefactors was to be held at a ballroom on the edge of the largest lake in Amestris; Fuhrer Roy Mustang hadn’t particularly wanted to cave into this demand, but after being unable to find any other free room that could accommodate such an amount of people, he was forced to admit defeat. An hour into the whole event and the sound of the waves from outside were already starting to make him feel seasick.
He sat at the high table, with the newly elected Prime Minister on his left and his adjutant Riza Hawkeye on his right, his mood already sour due to the decidedly humid atmosphere of the ballroom. He felt supremely bored, and as the Prime Minister launched himself off into another spiel about what he was planning to do with the country’s economics, he felt his eyes begin to wander across the room.
At first, he paused on the lean shape of Hawkeye’s leg against her dress, or rather, the shape of the pistol in the holster strapped to her leg. Wondering for the umpteenth time whether she ever let her guard down, his eyes fell on Breda, who was apparently trying to coax Fuery into a drinking contest with great enthusiasm; the younger man shook his head over and over again and shot a desperate look at Falman, who merely shrugged and sipped his chardonnay.
The Fullmetal Alchemist was at a nearby table with the Rockbell girl and his brother; their eyes met and Roy plastered a smirk on his face. Edward glared at Roy, then Riza, then Roy again, before grunting and breaking eye contact, looking even more moody than usual. Feeling slightly bolstered by Fullmetal’s bad mood, Roy managed to feel happier.
The band suddenly struck up a tune and Roy flinched, winced and decided whoever he had put in charge of hiring the musical entertainment should be dragged outside and killed in the most inhumane way as soon as humanly possible. He watched at the violinist hit a particularly sour note and snap one of the strings on his instrument with a horrible twang sound, rolled his eyes and scanned the room for the one remaining subordinate he had whom he had not yet seen.
Jean Havoc was sitting at a low table, surrounded by beautiful women. Roy blinked, rubbed his eyes and then looked again, but the women were still there; he considered pinching himself just to make sure, but at that point the Prime Minister seemed to realize that he had lost interest minutes ago and cleared his throat in an impatient manner. Roy tapped his gloved fingertips on the table in an equally impatient manner and at that point, Hawkeye decided to step in and suggest to both men that now wasn’t the time for formalities, whilst drumming her fingers on the side of her holstered leg.
Roy nodded and turned his attention back to Havoc, who had just been served dinner despite the fact that the high table had already eaten their way through the main course and were awaiting dessert. One of the women ran a hand through Havoc’s slicked hair (and in turn, making it so spiky that it looked almost ridiculous) and leaned over him to refill his wine glass. Jean watched the woman’s breasts all but fall out of her dress as she did this and looked rather happy about it too, the bastard. He cut off a small portion of the lamb shank he had just been served, chewed it thoughtfully and grinned, saying something Roy had no chance of hearing, but all the women laughed at it and Roy felt his blood reach boiling point as the woman who had refilled his glass swooped down and gave Havoc a kiss on the cheek.
A waiter placed a large slice of lemon cheesecake in front of Roy and gave him a sceptical look, and Roy snapped out of it and smiled appreciatively and scooped the decorative whorl of cream off the top of the dessert (it held a striking resemblance to the large fake rose the woman Jean was with wore on her head), jammed it into his mouth and ground it between his teeth. Hawkeye chewed the small piece of cheesecake she had in her mouth delicately, whilst following her superior’s gaze. Once she realized what he was looking at, she gave a slightly incensed sigh and made a point of softly telling Roy that it couldn’t be avoided.
Roy replied that Havoc could sure as Hell avoid it, and Hawkeye sighed and resumed eating her dessert.
The rest of dessert passed without incident despite Roy’s frustration, and once the plates had been cleared from every table the band struck up again, this time sounding notably better, and Roy was wondering if he’d been too quick to judge before when Riza grabbed his hand and led him down to the dance floor. The Prime Minister and his wife followed suit, and soon the floor was crowded with couples.
Roy watched Havoc offer one of the women his hand over Hawkeye’s shoulder, and she giggled and accepted. Havoc then shifted, ready to go to the dance floor, and the woman’s face fell, and she shook her head, looking rather flustered. Roy felt his anger increase tenfold, and it must have showed because Riza looked over her own shoulder and put a comforting hand on his back.
Havoc’s anguished face was enough to make Roy want to be there with him, so when Fullmetal came over and asked (albeit awkwardly) if he could have Hawkeye’s next dance, Hawkeye gave Roy a push towards Havoc’s table and then put her arms around Edward instead.
“Captain,” Mustang greeted as he took the chair next to Havoc’s; Havoc proceeded to almost choke on the wine he was drinking and then offered a very awkward, “Oh, ‘lo Fuhrer.”
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah, couldn’t be better,” Havoc replied, downing the last mouthful of wine in his glass, “Really great...”
“Sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure,” Havoc grunted, peeling off one of his gloves before flattening his hair with his bare hand. Roy watched him, and Havoc gave a half-hearted smile and said, “New gloves.”
“I see,” Mustang replied, “Either way, the evening hasn’t got long to go.”
“I know that,” Havoc nodded, “It was supposed to end about fifteen minutes ago. It’s almost midnight.”
“I should probably go and tell these god awful musicians to play their last song then,” Roy grunted, offering Havoc a smile, which was returned half-heartedly.
Feeling less angry at Havoc than he had the whole night, Roy shuffled through the crowd in order to get to the bandstand.
The evening was coming to a close, and soon the only people left were Roy, his subordinates and Edward Elric, who was awkwardly trying to give Hawkeye a piece of paper with his Risembool phone number on it. Having distinct flashbacks to his high school days, Roy was glad when Edward and Hawkeye left together, talking animatedly as though they hadn’t seen one another for years. Falman and Breda stumbled out of the hall soon afterwards, supporting a near-comatose Fuery between them.
Havoc offered him a “Goodnight”, and turned to leave, but Roy’s hand on his shoulder and simple command of don’t stopped him. Havoc looked up in question, and Roy simply took his hand and led him into the middle of the room. Havoc followed, gloved hand curled around his superior’s, the wheels of his chair squeaking slightly against the polished finish of the dance floor. Once they were in the middle of the room, Roy reached down and grabbed Havoc’s other hand, peeling the now dirty gloves off the Captain’s hands and kissing both of his palms, smiling when he felt Havoc’s fingers curl.
The sound of the waves no longer made him feel sick, but instead reassured him. When he leaned down to whisper his request against Havoc’s ear, the younger man couldn’t have looked happier.
“Of course you can have this dance, Sir.”
END
Yes, it was post40!Havoc all along.
Comments are always appreciated.
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc, with hints of Edward Elric/Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: Mangaverse future AU.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Quick ficlet that popped into my brain, for 30_kisses theme number 29, the sound of waves.
I'm on a roll today!
This year, the ball held for the high-ranking officers of the military and all of the military’s benefactors was to be held at a ballroom on the edge of the largest lake in Amestris; Fuhrer Roy Mustang hadn’t particularly wanted to cave into this demand, but after being unable to find any other free room that could accommodate such an amount of people, he was forced to admit defeat. An hour into the whole event and the sound of the waves from outside were already starting to make him feel seasick.
He sat at the high table, with the newly elected Prime Minister on his left and his adjutant Riza Hawkeye on his right, his mood already sour due to the decidedly humid atmosphere of the ballroom. He felt supremely bored, and as the Prime Minister launched himself off into another spiel about what he was planning to do with the country’s economics, he felt his eyes begin to wander across the room.
At first, he paused on the lean shape of Hawkeye’s leg against her dress, or rather, the shape of the pistol in the holster strapped to her leg. Wondering for the umpteenth time whether she ever let her guard down, his eyes fell on Breda, who was apparently trying to coax Fuery into a drinking contest with great enthusiasm; the younger man shook his head over and over again and shot a desperate look at Falman, who merely shrugged and sipped his chardonnay.
The Fullmetal Alchemist was at a nearby table with the Rockbell girl and his brother; their eyes met and Roy plastered a smirk on his face. Edward glared at Roy, then Riza, then Roy again, before grunting and breaking eye contact, looking even more moody than usual. Feeling slightly bolstered by Fullmetal’s bad mood, Roy managed to feel happier.
The band suddenly struck up a tune and Roy flinched, winced and decided whoever he had put in charge of hiring the musical entertainment should be dragged outside and killed in the most inhumane way as soon as humanly possible. He watched at the violinist hit a particularly sour note and snap one of the strings on his instrument with a horrible twang sound, rolled his eyes and scanned the room for the one remaining subordinate he had whom he had not yet seen.
Jean Havoc was sitting at a low table, surrounded by beautiful women. Roy blinked, rubbed his eyes and then looked again, but the women were still there; he considered pinching himself just to make sure, but at that point the Prime Minister seemed to realize that he had lost interest minutes ago and cleared his throat in an impatient manner. Roy tapped his gloved fingertips on the table in an equally impatient manner and at that point, Hawkeye decided to step in and suggest to both men that now wasn’t the time for formalities, whilst drumming her fingers on the side of her holstered leg.
Roy nodded and turned his attention back to Havoc, who had just been served dinner despite the fact that the high table had already eaten their way through the main course and were awaiting dessert. One of the women ran a hand through Havoc’s slicked hair (and in turn, making it so spiky that it looked almost ridiculous) and leaned over him to refill his wine glass. Jean watched the woman’s breasts all but fall out of her dress as she did this and looked rather happy about it too, the bastard. He cut off a small portion of the lamb shank he had just been served, chewed it thoughtfully and grinned, saying something Roy had no chance of hearing, but all the women laughed at it and Roy felt his blood reach boiling point as the woman who had refilled his glass swooped down and gave Havoc a kiss on the cheek.
A waiter placed a large slice of lemon cheesecake in front of Roy and gave him a sceptical look, and Roy snapped out of it and smiled appreciatively and scooped the decorative whorl of cream off the top of the dessert (it held a striking resemblance to the large fake rose the woman Jean was with wore on her head), jammed it into his mouth and ground it between his teeth. Hawkeye chewed the small piece of cheesecake she had in her mouth delicately, whilst following her superior’s gaze. Once she realized what he was looking at, she gave a slightly incensed sigh and made a point of softly telling Roy that it couldn’t be avoided.
Roy replied that Havoc could sure as Hell avoid it, and Hawkeye sighed and resumed eating her dessert.
The rest of dessert passed without incident despite Roy’s frustration, and once the plates had been cleared from every table the band struck up again, this time sounding notably better, and Roy was wondering if he’d been too quick to judge before when Riza grabbed his hand and led him down to the dance floor. The Prime Minister and his wife followed suit, and soon the floor was crowded with couples.
Roy watched Havoc offer one of the women his hand over Hawkeye’s shoulder, and she giggled and accepted. Havoc then shifted, ready to go to the dance floor, and the woman’s face fell, and she shook her head, looking rather flustered. Roy felt his anger increase tenfold, and it must have showed because Riza looked over her own shoulder and put a comforting hand on his back.
Havoc’s anguished face was enough to make Roy want to be there with him, so when Fullmetal came over and asked (albeit awkwardly) if he could have Hawkeye’s next dance, Hawkeye gave Roy a push towards Havoc’s table and then put her arms around Edward instead.
“Captain,” Mustang greeted as he took the chair next to Havoc’s; Havoc proceeded to almost choke on the wine he was drinking and then offered a very awkward, “Oh, ‘lo Fuhrer.”
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah, couldn’t be better,” Havoc replied, downing the last mouthful of wine in his glass, “Really great...”
“Sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure,” Havoc grunted, peeling off one of his gloves before flattening his hair with his bare hand. Roy watched him, and Havoc gave a half-hearted smile and said, “New gloves.”
“I see,” Mustang replied, “Either way, the evening hasn’t got long to go.”
“I know that,” Havoc nodded, “It was supposed to end about fifteen minutes ago. It’s almost midnight.”
“I should probably go and tell these god awful musicians to play their last song then,” Roy grunted, offering Havoc a smile, which was returned half-heartedly.
Feeling less angry at Havoc than he had the whole night, Roy shuffled through the crowd in order to get to the bandstand.
The evening was coming to a close, and soon the only people left were Roy, his subordinates and Edward Elric, who was awkwardly trying to give Hawkeye a piece of paper with his Risembool phone number on it. Having distinct flashbacks to his high school days, Roy was glad when Edward and Hawkeye left together, talking animatedly as though they hadn’t seen one another for years. Falman and Breda stumbled out of the hall soon afterwards, supporting a near-comatose Fuery between them.
Havoc offered him a “Goodnight”, and turned to leave, but Roy’s hand on his shoulder and simple command of don’t stopped him. Havoc looked up in question, and Roy simply took his hand and led him into the middle of the room. Havoc followed, gloved hand curled around his superior’s, the wheels of his chair squeaking slightly against the polished finish of the dance floor. Once they were in the middle of the room, Roy reached down and grabbed Havoc’s other hand, peeling the now dirty gloves off the Captain’s hands and kissing both of his palms, smiling when he felt Havoc’s fingers curl.
The sound of the waves no longer made him feel sick, but instead reassured him. When he leaned down to whisper his request against Havoc’s ear, the younger man couldn’t have looked happier.
“Of course you can have this dance, Sir.”
END
Yes, it was post40!Havoc all along.
Comments are always appreciated.