I Love a Rainy Night (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #8- Storms
Title: I Love a Rainy Night
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #8- Storms
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1000 (no, really!!)
Disclaimer: None
Summary: The worst of memories can bring out the best in a person.
“You’ve hardly touched your food. It’s your favorite- stir fry. What’s wrong?”
As if to answer his question there was a quick flash of lighting, then a moment later, a rumble of thunder followed, right outside of the window of the small apartment they shared.
Roy picked at piece of beef with his fork, his glazed eyes staring past Jean- who was across the table from him, focused on some place far into the distance.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Not really hungry.”
Jean sighed and stood up, taking his empty plate and Roy’s mostly full one, and went to the sink in the kitchen to clean them. There was another flash outside, and Roy sank deeper into his chair.
When he was done, Jean pulled a chair close to the alchemist. He sat down and gave his lover a little kiss on the cheek. “Look, I know you’re still a little upset about that whole Scar incident today, but it all worked out. Sure, he got away, but at least everyone survived.”
Roy was silent for a moment before his eyes focused on Jean. “I could have died. I wasn’t thinking. I was lost in the heat of battle. I don’t know why I was thinking that I could make a spark in the rain. If it hadn’t been for Hawkeye-”
“I know. I know that we have to be professional when we’re in public, but I was scared. I admit that. You can’t think about the ‘what ifs’. What happened happened. Here we are. We’re both fine, and we are talking about it. So it all ended up okay in the end.”
Jean was silent for a moment. He was expecting, or hoping, for some sort of response from his lover, or at least an indication that he had heard and understood. But when it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one, he quickly tried to think of a way to change the subject.
The blond looked out the window in the kitchen, just in time to catch a quick flash of lighting striking close by. A little smile grew on his face. “So, have you always been his chipper when it comes to storms?” He asked, trying to elicit a smile from the alchemist with a goofy grin.
He was half expecting not to get a response, so he was more than slightly surprised when Roy answered. “Yes,” he said, simply. The alchemist got up from the table and walked towards the living room, making a motion with his head for Jean to follow him, which he eagerly did.
When they got to the living room, Roy say down in his favorite chair- an old, overstuffed, high backed ugly green antique chair that had been passed down through several generations. He poured himself a glass of scotch, and Jean flopped down unceremoniously on the couch nearby.
“When I was young, and I lived in the East, we lived in an area that was pretty dry. But when it rained, it tended to storm pretty badly. So I never really got used to having just a simple rain. “
“Shoot, we had rain all the time back East, where I lived. But I guess that I was north of you, where it rains more. You must’ve been closer to the desert.” Jean leaned back and put his long, lanky arms behind his head. “At my parent’s house, they had an old red barn out back, with a tin roof. When I was a kid, I used to love to sneak up to the barn at night- when I was supposed to be sleeping- and listen to the raindrops hit the roof. There’s no sound quite like it.”
Roy nodded, and took another sip of his scotch on the rocks. “I wish I could say that I had good memories of the rain, but I don’t. I would lie awake as a child when it stormed. There was a huge oak tree that had grown right beside my bedroom window. It would scrape its branches against the window, making an unholy screeching noise as the wind blew it around.”
“Geez, that’s rough.” Jean replied. “I guess that would scare me if I was a kid, too.”
“I never told my parents about it, because my father was always so strict. He wanted me to grow up to be a strong, fearless man. I didn’t want to disappoint him by telling him I was afraid of a tree outside my window. So I kept quiet about it, for many years. When I was a older, a lighting bolt hit the tree, and we finally had someone come and cut it down. By that time, the fear had been so deeply instilled in me, from years of having to endure that tortuous, infernal racket. I guess I never quite got over it, even all these years later.”
“Wow.” Jean was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Roy shrugged and took a longer sip. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it for a very long time- until that… incident earlier today. For years, I thought I was over it, but I guess I’m not. How pathetic.”
Jean gave him a long kiss on the lips, a goofy grin coming to his face after he broke it. “No, that’s not pathetic. It means you’re human,” he replied. “I know that alchemists are supposed to super soldiers- or something like that, but you have the same strengths and weaknesses as the rest of us.” He smiled and gave his lover another kiss. “Now, why don’t you finish that drink and will see if I can think of something to do that’ll make you forget all about this silly storm.”
For the first time that night, a true, happy smile came to the alchemist’s face. He took one last long draught on his drink, finishing it in one gulp. Roy stood up and squeezed his lover’s hand lightly. “Lead on.” He said.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #8- Storms
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1000 (no, really!!)
Disclaimer: None
Summary: The worst of memories can bring out the best in a person.
“You’ve hardly touched your food. It’s your favorite- stir fry. What’s wrong?”
As if to answer his question there was a quick flash of lighting, then a moment later, a rumble of thunder followed, right outside of the window of the small apartment they shared.
Roy picked at piece of beef with his fork, his glazed eyes staring past Jean- who was across the table from him, focused on some place far into the distance.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Not really hungry.”
Jean sighed and stood up, taking his empty plate and Roy’s mostly full one, and went to the sink in the kitchen to clean them. There was another flash outside, and Roy sank deeper into his chair.
When he was done, Jean pulled a chair close to the alchemist. He sat down and gave his lover a little kiss on the cheek. “Look, I know you’re still a little upset about that whole Scar incident today, but it all worked out. Sure, he got away, but at least everyone survived.”
Roy was silent for a moment before his eyes focused on Jean. “I could have died. I wasn’t thinking. I was lost in the heat of battle. I don’t know why I was thinking that I could make a spark in the rain. If it hadn’t been for Hawkeye-”
“I know. I know that we have to be professional when we’re in public, but I was scared. I admit that. You can’t think about the ‘what ifs’. What happened happened. Here we are. We’re both fine, and we are talking about it. So it all ended up okay in the end.”
Jean was silent for a moment. He was expecting, or hoping, for some sort of response from his lover, or at least an indication that he had heard and understood. But when it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one, he quickly tried to think of a way to change the subject.
The blond looked out the window in the kitchen, just in time to catch a quick flash of lighting striking close by. A little smile grew on his face. “So, have you always been his chipper when it comes to storms?” He asked, trying to elicit a smile from the alchemist with a goofy grin.
He was half expecting not to get a response, so he was more than slightly surprised when Roy answered. “Yes,” he said, simply. The alchemist got up from the table and walked towards the living room, making a motion with his head for Jean to follow him, which he eagerly did.
When they got to the living room, Roy say down in his favorite chair- an old, overstuffed, high backed ugly green antique chair that had been passed down through several generations. He poured himself a glass of scotch, and Jean flopped down unceremoniously on the couch nearby.
“When I was young, and I lived in the East, we lived in an area that was pretty dry. But when it rained, it tended to storm pretty badly. So I never really got used to having just a simple rain. “
“Shoot, we had rain all the time back East, where I lived. But I guess that I was north of you, where it rains more. You must’ve been closer to the desert.” Jean leaned back and put his long, lanky arms behind his head. “At my parent’s house, they had an old red barn out back, with a tin roof. When I was a kid, I used to love to sneak up to the barn at night- when I was supposed to be sleeping- and listen to the raindrops hit the roof. There’s no sound quite like it.”
Roy nodded, and took another sip of his scotch on the rocks. “I wish I could say that I had good memories of the rain, but I don’t. I would lie awake as a child when it stormed. There was a huge oak tree that had grown right beside my bedroom window. It would scrape its branches against the window, making an unholy screeching noise as the wind blew it around.”
“Geez, that’s rough.” Jean replied. “I guess that would scare me if I was a kid, too.”
“I never told my parents about it, because my father was always so strict. He wanted me to grow up to be a strong, fearless man. I didn’t want to disappoint him by telling him I was afraid of a tree outside my window. So I kept quiet about it, for many years. When I was a older, a lighting bolt hit the tree, and we finally had someone come and cut it down. By that time, the fear had been so deeply instilled in me, from years of having to endure that tortuous, infernal racket. I guess I never quite got over it, even all these years later.”
“Wow.” Jean was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Roy shrugged and took a longer sip. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it for a very long time- until that… incident earlier today. For years, I thought I was over it, but I guess I’m not. How pathetic.”
Jean gave him a long kiss on the lips, a goofy grin coming to his face after he broke it. “No, that’s not pathetic. It means you’re human,” he replied. “I know that alchemists are supposed to super soldiers- or something like that, but you have the same strengths and weaknesses as the rest of us.” He smiled and gave his lover another kiss. “Now, why don’t you finish that drink and will see if I can think of something to do that’ll make you forget all about this silly storm.”
For the first time that night, a true, happy smile came to the alchemist’s face. He took one last long draught on his drink, finishing it in one gulp. Roy stood up and squeezed his lover’s hand lightly. “Lead on.” He said.