Alright, here we go! 15 RoyxHavoc titles/themes, and I decided to make them into an ongoing story. Depending on how much I can write for any given title/theme, each chapter will contain most likely anywhere from one to five of the themes, separated in sections. I got these themes from the LJ community fma yaoi. Fanfiction dot net plus links equals hate.
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Titles translated by zinthos. I don't own FMA. Need I repeat that this story(stories) is(are) ROYxHAVOC. Meaning shounen-ai. Meaning yaoi. Meaning boy love. Meaning FLAMING GAY. Meaning male homosexuals, and interactions between said male homosexuals, ranging from hugs, to kisses, to sex. If a chapter contains more explicit material, I'll put a note of that in the pretext of that chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can just skip it, and still read the rest of what I've written. n.n;
Let the RoyxHavoc continue!
No.5 Girlfriend
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was wailing again, being comforted by Breda, Farman, and Fury, as could be expected, about Mustang stealing another one of his girlfriends.
"I mean all he did was smile at her and she went all gushy just like the rest!" That earned a pat on the back from Breda. "I finally thought I'd found one that wouldn't fall for him!"
The melodramatic sob story went on for a good half hour before Hawkeye finally arrived and put an end to it with paperwork and a loaded pistol. It was the same thing every week, too. Havoc would find a girl and gush about how great she was, they'd be seen together once or twice and he'd send her flowers, then, come Friday, there he'd be a-sobbing about how she'd run off after the Colonel and oh woe is me.
She really didn't understand why the others still fell for it, though. It was a good guise, yes, but entirely see-through.
Mustang would walk in just at the right moment then, and Havoc would go into another theatrical fit once the smirking man disappeared humming into his office, until Hawkeye couldn't hear herself think and felt like yelling out the secret right then and there, saying it with a look that shut the Lieutenant up immediately.
This week, it was Rosemary, a giggly, stupid young brunette. Her cheerfulness made Hawkeye want to shoot her, and she was usually very good at controlling such urges. It was the same routine, though, and Riza watched the paperwork pile up on the Colonel's desk, knowing exactly why he waited to do it until the last minute on Fridays.
Roy would have set up a date with the girl at some fancy restaurant, purposefully get himself bogged down with paperwork that conveniently kept him from being able to make said date, and would call the restaurant to have them give her his deepest apologies, he hadn't expected to take this long, and oh, the bill was on him and would she please take the best wine in the house and a single red rose to make up for his poor planning.
And what's worse, the girl would fall for it, poor dear. Hawkeye secretly sympathized with them, they had no idea they were just pieces in a much larger, more dangerous game, just minor distractions to throw people off the trail. The Colonel could at least meet her at the restaurant, but he didn't even do that!
But surprisingly enough, Riza Hawkeye was one of the few people that actually knew without being told about her two co-workers' 'girlfriends.'
Yes, every week it was the same. Jean would find a girl, Roy would steal her. Jean would make hysterics over it, Roy would be smug the entire day. Jean would go straight home when it was time to go, without a word to anybody else save a pitiful whimpering and a pathetic look, while Roy would stay behind and finish the paperwork.
Mustang would give the restaurant a hefty tip for relaying the message time and time again, and Havoc would have himself a shower and make dinner for two.
Roy would finish the paperwork and close up to leave, taking a right turn at the front gate, while Jean was busy setting the table.
Hawkeye still wondered why nobody else had noticed the blatantly obvious fact that the Colonel lived in the opposite direction.
Not even Riza knew, however, what went on once Roy Mustang let himself inside Jean Havoc's apartment, but she had a pretty good idea. She wasn't a stupid woman, that was most definite.
When both men came in on Monday as pleasant as either of them got, Jean would explain that he'd met another gorgeous girl who'd agreed to a date with him that Friday, and the rest of the office pool didn't even have to use their imaginations to figure out just what had Mustang so cheerful. They were only half right, though.
Hawkeye herself had to hide her laughter at the way the other men reacted to the whole thing, after all it was a bit absurd.
It was that next Friday, however, that the Colonel finished his paperwork on time, the Lieutenant didn't have an unusually theatrical fit, and the rest of the office pool was completely at a loss as to what the hell was going on.
They were even more confused when Roy left first that night, answering their questioning faces with just one word. "Jeanette."
What really fried their brains was when Havoc actually chuckled, leaving the office in just as good a mood as he'd arrived in on Monday.
Breda, Farman, and Fury were huddled together across the street from a low profile corner café, where they'd followed the Colonel.
"Breda I can't see!"
"Open your eyes then for a change, Farman!"
"Quiet you guys I think his girlfriend's going to be here soon!"
That shut the other two up, as Fury pointed out how it was nearly eight and the Colonel kept looking up the street and back at his watch. They were really going to get it from Hawkeye on Monday, but the way those two were acting it just wasn't right!
"Ow! That's my FOOT!"
"Shhhh! Somebody's coming!"
The group stared silently as a tall, lanky figure approached Roy. And then their jaws dropped to the ground as the last person they'd expected slipped their arms around the Colonel's neck and gave him an affectionate kiss.
Fury choked. "T-that's…J-Jeannette?!"
"Jeannette….Havoc?!" Breda gaped.
"Jeannette…is…Jean…" Farman stated the obvious.
Then they all went silent, Roy was saying something.
"—leave before your co-workers die of embarrassment…"
He'd KNOWN they were there!?
"I'm surprised it took something like this for them to notice, myself…" And then the two men were walking off, in the direction of Roy's house. And Breda swore he saw Roy grope Jean's ass, and oh, the First Lieutenant was going to have their heads…
Girlfriend indeed…So? Have I scared you people off yet? No? Good! Please review, I like cookies…and catnip…give the kitty some treats for her efforts?
I like fire, but I don't like flames. Any flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n; Constructive criticism is your friend and mine.