FIC: Liquid Bravado (PG-13) - Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Liquid Bravado
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Timeline: Manga/Brotherhood
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 332
Completed: August 1, 2013
Challenge:
fma_fic_contest
Prompt: 230 - Ginger
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: Jean is always fun to write. I wish there was more fic out there with him.
Summary: Jean Havoc doesn't have a type like everyone thinks he does.
Jean doesn’t have a type, not really. Blonde, brunette, raven, redhead. It doesn’t matter. He’s a breast man and proud of it but sometimes he wonders if he’s missing out. He doesn’t have much of a track record with women. They usually end up leaving him for someone else. Always along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me” shit.
Once was okay, two times maybe just bad luck, but three times? There’s a pattern going on there. He’s a decent guy and all into the romance the ladies should like. He wouldn’t be caught dead asking Mustang advice. He’s a good man and he’d follow him into hell and back but there’s just some things a guy’s gotta do on his own, you know?
Breda would tell him to stop trying so hard and just be himself but he can’t just do that. His momma raised him better than that. He’s more than just a simple boy who wants to wine and dine the lady. He needs to treat them right. And this is where Breda would give him shit for listening to his momma so much. Like he’s one to talk. Breda loves Jean’s mom and he’s practically another son of hers.
The reason he’s having all these issues is all Mustang’s fault. He takes his job seriously no matter what anyone thinks. He’s loyal though he’s not the smartest one in the bunch, that’s Breda’s job. He has his use and he’s damn good at his job.
There’s this pretty redhead at the bar he and Breda go to when they want to get away from all the intrigue and politics they usually deal with. He doesn’t think she might be one of Mustang’s, contacts or whatever, but he’s also not sure if she’s a Mustang groupie.
What the hell. Jean slams back a drink, shoots Breda a grin, and swaggers over to the pretty redhead. A guy’s always got a shot and there’s no reward without the risk.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Timeline: Manga/Brotherhood
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: N/A
Word Count: 332
Completed: August 1, 2013
Challenge:
fma_fic_contestPrompt: 230 - Ginger
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed within are not mine. This is merely a loving response to the original work.
Author’s Notes: Jean is always fun to write. I wish there was more fic out there with him.
Summary: Jean Havoc doesn't have a type like everyone thinks he does.
Jean doesn’t have a type, not really. Blonde, brunette, raven, redhead. It doesn’t matter. He’s a breast man and proud of it but sometimes he wonders if he’s missing out. He doesn’t have much of a track record with women. They usually end up leaving him for someone else. Always along the lines of “it’s not you, it’s me” shit.
Once was okay, two times maybe just bad luck, but three times? There’s a pattern going on there. He’s a decent guy and all into the romance the ladies should like. He wouldn’t be caught dead asking Mustang advice. He’s a good man and he’d follow him into hell and back but there’s just some things a guy’s gotta do on his own, you know?
Breda would tell him to stop trying so hard and just be himself but he can’t just do that. His momma raised him better than that. He’s more than just a simple boy who wants to wine and dine the lady. He needs to treat them right. And this is where Breda would give him shit for listening to his momma so much. Like he’s one to talk. Breda loves Jean’s mom and he’s practically another son of hers.
The reason he’s having all these issues is all Mustang’s fault. He takes his job seriously no matter what anyone thinks. He’s loyal though he’s not the smartest one in the bunch, that’s Breda’s job. He has his use and he’s damn good at his job.
There’s this pretty redhead at the bar he and Breda go to when they want to get away from all the intrigue and politics they usually deal with. He doesn’t think she might be one of Mustang’s, contacts or whatever, but he’s also not sure if she’s a Mustang groupie.
What the hell. Jean slams back a drink, shoots Breda a grin, and swaggers over to the pretty redhead. A guy’s always got a shot and there’s no reward without the risk.