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Entry tags:
- 15 minute fic,
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- yaoi
Fic - "Popcorn"
Title: "Popcorn"
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raja815
Character/Fandom: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: G
Word Count: 559
Warnings: Fluff. Oh god, the fluff.
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: screen.
The flickering light across the screen was so erratic it made Havoc’s eyes burn and water. Film was still a novelty in Amestris; it had barely been five years since the first movie had been shown in the Central Majestic Auditorium. It was only the third one Havoc had ever seen, and he couldn’t decide if he was enjoying it or not.
It was a simple story, told in alternating chunks of black-and-white motion and plain black cards with white text when the pantomime couldn’t quite get the story across. Something about a futuristic city, a love affair between a working class woman and an upper class man, with a bunch of scary-looking machines thrown in on the side. Pretty weird, actually. But Havoc had mostly given up on it by that point.
He was focusing most of his attention on the man seated to his left. Roy Mustang hadn’t said a word since he’d met him in the lobby before the show began.
Havoc didn’t know what had prompted his Colonel to bring him along in the first place. He had two free passes, he’d said when he’d invited him, and hated to see them go to waste. Which was a good point, but… surely there were dozens of women who would’ve loved to accompany him. All of whom would have enjoyed this experience more than he.
He also didn’t know why Mustang had taken the seat beside him. The aisles of seats were quite small and cramped, and the theatre was barely half-full. In fact, there wasn’t a single other person in their row. It seemed Mustang could’ve easily spread out, leaving a few seats between them for comfort’s sake, but no; he’d plopped down right next to Havoc without so much as a shrug of apology.
Stranger still, he had bought two of the five sen bags of popcorn from a vendor and wordlessly handed one of them to Havoc. Havoc had stared at it in confusion; he couldn’t remember his Colonel ever making such a gesture before. In fact, he usually abhorred between meal snacking, but here he was, crunching away. Havoc started to ask about it, but the lights had dimmed, and he’d decided to let it slide.
Havoc had long abandoned the popcorn—it was too salty, and by that point all he really wanted was a cigarette—but he hadn’t been able to make his thoughts abandon Mustang. He could hear him breathing, even over the organ behind the screen that was providing the film’s soundtrack. It was vaguely annoying, much like the rest of the experience. Like the flickering light, like the smell of the popcorn, it refused to fade into the background, and remained annoyingly vivid in Havoc’s consciousness. If anything, it seemed to be getting louder. And, now that he thought about it, the popcorn smell was stronger, too. Like it was coming closer. In fact—
He turned his head and jumped; Roy Mustang’s face was directly next to his.
“What the hell are you doing?” He said. Or rather, started to say. He didn’t get any further than, “What—” before Mustang’s mouth closed over his and the rest of the sentence was lost in a string of increasingly passionate kisses, rendered into black-and-white freeze frames by the flickering projection’s light.
Havoc decided he liked movies after all.
Was working on a longer fic, needed a break, did this speedfic. I fucking love speedfics. No committment, no hassle, no obsessing; just throw down a little slice of life. Pure fun.
Also, the movie they're seeing bears some minor relevance to FMA. Quick, name that film!
Author:
raja815Character/Fandom: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: G
Word Count: 559
Warnings: Fluff. Oh god, the fluff.
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: screen.
The flickering light across the screen was so erratic it made Havoc’s eyes burn and water. Film was still a novelty in Amestris; it had barely been five years since the first movie had been shown in the Central Majestic Auditorium. It was only the third one Havoc had ever seen, and he couldn’t decide if he was enjoying it or not.
It was a simple story, told in alternating chunks of black-and-white motion and plain black cards with white text when the pantomime couldn’t quite get the story across. Something about a futuristic city, a love affair between a working class woman and an upper class man, with a bunch of scary-looking machines thrown in on the side. Pretty weird, actually. But Havoc had mostly given up on it by that point.
He was focusing most of his attention on the man seated to his left. Roy Mustang hadn’t said a word since he’d met him in the lobby before the show began.
Havoc didn’t know what had prompted his Colonel to bring him along in the first place. He had two free passes, he’d said when he’d invited him, and hated to see them go to waste. Which was a good point, but… surely there were dozens of women who would’ve loved to accompany him. All of whom would have enjoyed this experience more than he.
He also didn’t know why Mustang had taken the seat beside him. The aisles of seats were quite small and cramped, and the theatre was barely half-full. In fact, there wasn’t a single other person in their row. It seemed Mustang could’ve easily spread out, leaving a few seats between them for comfort’s sake, but no; he’d plopped down right next to Havoc without so much as a shrug of apology.
Stranger still, he had bought two of the five sen bags of popcorn from a vendor and wordlessly handed one of them to Havoc. Havoc had stared at it in confusion; he couldn’t remember his Colonel ever making such a gesture before. In fact, he usually abhorred between meal snacking, but here he was, crunching away. Havoc started to ask about it, but the lights had dimmed, and he’d decided to let it slide.
Havoc had long abandoned the popcorn—it was too salty, and by that point all he really wanted was a cigarette—but he hadn’t been able to make his thoughts abandon Mustang. He could hear him breathing, even over the organ behind the screen that was providing the film’s soundtrack. It was vaguely annoying, much like the rest of the experience. Like the flickering light, like the smell of the popcorn, it refused to fade into the background, and remained annoyingly vivid in Havoc’s consciousness. If anything, it seemed to be getting louder. And, now that he thought about it, the popcorn smell was stronger, too. Like it was coming closer. In fact—
He turned his head and jumped; Roy Mustang’s face was directly next to his.
“What the hell are you doing?” He said. Or rather, started to say. He didn’t get any further than, “What—” before Mustang’s mouth closed over his and the rest of the sentence was lost in a string of increasingly passionate kisses, rendered into black-and-white freeze frames by the flickering projection’s light.
Havoc decided he liked movies after all.
Was working on a longer fic, needed a break, did this speedfic. I fucking love speedfics. No committment, no hassle, no obsessing; just throw down a little slice of life. Pure fun.
Also, the movie they're seeing bears some minor relevance to FMA. Quick, name that film!