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Entry tags:
- 15 minute fic,
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- fma,
- het,
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Fic - "Checkmate"
Title: Checkmate
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raja815
Character/Fandom: One-sided Havoc/Roy, Royai, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Word Count: 422
Warnings: None, really
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15_minute_fic. Prompt is under the cut.
This week's prompt was: king.
It didn’t matter. He promised himself that, he knew that. It was nothing, and it didn’t matter at all. He liked what they had, after all. They way things were made perfect sense, and his lot in life was a pretty good one.
He liked being one of his knights. A knight was a useful piece, a unique piece, one of only two, that moved in patterns no other piece could duplicate. A knight was a valuable piece when it came to a checkmate.
But there was the odd moment when he’d look up from his paperwork and see the way she stood next to him, the way they spoke without a word, or with a completely different word that no one else could read but them, and he’d feel… well, it didn’t matter.
A queen was a vital piece, after all. Vital to a checkmate.
And every king needed a queen.
It didn’t matter that sometimes he pressed a gloved hand over his mouth to hide a slight smile as he looked at her out of the corner of an eye, a look much too soft and gentle for business. It was of no concern to him, after all. It wasn’t like he’d ever wanted to be in her place.
Not even when they’d been out drinking, the knight and the king, and he had ended up carrying him home when he’d just about passed out, and he’d got him to his house undressed him for bed and brushed his fingers through his hair and all but prayed he’d open his eyes and whisper please, Jean, stay with me.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t done it. Not really. Because, after all, a king and a queen were meant to be together, and the ache in a certain knight’s chest that didn’t matter at all and definitely wasn’t something as ridiculous as love shouldn’t get in the way of that.
It was just a tiny ache, just a twinge really, that didn’t matter and wasn’t love, and if sometimes he had to close his eyes and hold his breath and mentally disassemble and reassemble his firearm to keep from wishing that just for a second he could’ve had what she did, that just once, he might send one of those soft looks his way, that he’d open his eyes and whisper please, Jean, stay—
But it didn’t matter, anyway.
And even if it did, he could make himself pretend it didn’t. And that was enough.
I don't really care for the love-triangle thing, but all I got from the prompt was the chess angle and this is what happened. *shrug* Was also playing with using only pronouns, to highlight how much Havoc wants Roy to call him by his first name and be intimate with him. Didn't really work all that well. :/
Incidentally, I suck at chess. Though I do love a good round of dirty Scrabble. I find it makes for considerably less profound metaphors, though.
Author:
raja815Character/Fandom: One-sided Havoc/Roy, Royai, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Word Count: 422
Warnings: None, really
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Author's Notes: Written for
15_minute_fic. Prompt is under the cut. This week's prompt was: king.
It didn’t matter. He promised himself that, he knew that. It was nothing, and it didn’t matter at all. He liked what they had, after all. They way things were made perfect sense, and his lot in life was a pretty good one.
He liked being one of his knights. A knight was a useful piece, a unique piece, one of only two, that moved in patterns no other piece could duplicate. A knight was a valuable piece when it came to a checkmate.
But there was the odd moment when he’d look up from his paperwork and see the way she stood next to him, the way they spoke without a word, or with a completely different word that no one else could read but them, and he’d feel… well, it didn’t matter.
A queen was a vital piece, after all. Vital to a checkmate.
And every king needed a queen.
It didn’t matter that sometimes he pressed a gloved hand over his mouth to hide a slight smile as he looked at her out of the corner of an eye, a look much too soft and gentle for business. It was of no concern to him, after all. It wasn’t like he’d ever wanted to be in her place.
Not even when they’d been out drinking, the knight and the king, and he had ended up carrying him home when he’d just about passed out, and he’d got him to his house undressed him for bed and brushed his fingers through his hair and all but prayed he’d open his eyes and whisper please, Jean, stay with me.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t done it. Not really. Because, after all, a king and a queen were meant to be together, and the ache in a certain knight’s chest that didn’t matter at all and definitely wasn’t something as ridiculous as love shouldn’t get in the way of that.
It was just a tiny ache, just a twinge really, that didn’t matter and wasn’t love, and if sometimes he had to close his eyes and hold his breath and mentally disassemble and reassemble his firearm to keep from wishing that just for a second he could’ve had what she did, that just once, he might send one of those soft looks his way, that he’d open his eyes and whisper please, Jean, stay—
But it didn’t matter, anyway.
And even if it did, he could make himself pretend it didn’t. And that was enough.
I don't really care for the love-triangle thing, but all I got from the prompt was the chess angle and this is what happened. *shrug* Was also playing with using only pronouns, to highlight how much Havoc wants Roy to call him by his first name and be intimate with him. Didn't really work all that well. :/
Incidentally, I suck at chess. Though I do love a good round of dirty Scrabble. I find it makes for considerably less profound metaphors, though.