Gray Is Your Color.
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twilight_lamentTitle: Gray Is Your Color
Fandom: FMA/Academy Days
Pairing: Hughes/Roy
Rating: PG
Summary:His smile changes to one of bliss to which Roy rolls his eyes and sighs, resigning this to another moment of Hughes being distinctly Hughes.
A lot of people consider Maes Hughes to be one shade away from ridiculous: he always smiles, rarely has a bad thing to say, and always seems to know what someone needs to here. The man’s Academy uniform is always slightly rumpled, his hair just a touch wild, and the packages he gets from his Mother leave other guys snickering. What keeps them from calling him a hopeless case or a “Momma’s boy” is that it is well known that Maes Hughes can take most of them down with one hand tied behind his back.
He might look a little rough, a little lazy, and a little too nice, but when he needs to be that smile is razor sharp and the glint in his eyes focused. So when he sat around at breakfast yawning and sucking down his first cup of coffee while opening up the latest offering from Mrs. Hughes, no one went for the kill shot when the brown paper gave way to fuzzy slippers.
Fuzzy bunny slippers.
At least they were light gray and not some horrible shade of violent or pink. Even his reputation might not save him then. Roy looks at the slippers – still bunny like and fuzzy even with a second glance – then back to Hughes who ignores the ribs from their table mates in favor of getting a little more caffeine in his system. Maes Hughes also looks unsurprised and not the slightest bit put out.
Mustang smiles and goes back to his breakfast.
Later, when he’s lounging around in the common room, enjoying a pizza he’d filched from the dining hall, a strange squishy-shuffling sound has Mustang craning his head around in curiosity. He blinks at the sight of one Maes Hughes, dressed for bed and wearing those damn, bunny slippers coming down the hall. The sound changes when he hits the carpet and ceases all together when he tosses himself on the couch next to Roy, head on Roy’s leg , and nearly dislodging his pizza in the process.
“What the hell Maes?” With that big smile, too open, too honest to be real, Hughes reaches back and snags a piece of pepperoni for himself. His smile changes to one of bliss to which Roy rolls his eyes and sighs, resigning this to another moment of Hughes being distinctly Hughes. His gaze though ends up landing on those damn slippers propped up on the arm of the couch, rocking back and forth in time with whatever tune Maes starts humming (really there is something mesmerizing about those ears flopping around).
“Ow.” Roy’s not so distracted to not smack Hughes’ hand when he tries to steal another bite. The pouting puppy routine Hughes gives him a moment later almost works except Roy can still see those ears moving around – it’s a little creepy.
“Would you take those things off?”
“Do I get a piece if I do?” Maes Hughes spoke those words in such a low, lewd tone that Roy smacks him all over again this time on the head.
“Oww, hey! What was that for?”
“You’re too much you know.” Roy releases a long suffering a sigh.
“You never seem to mind.” Roy felt Hughes’ hand creeping up along his arm towards his pizza. He relents for one reason and one reason only: Maes Hughes is the only person he knows that could make bunny slippers strangely attractive.
Fandom: FMA/Academy Days
Pairing: Hughes/Roy
Rating: PG
Summary:His smile changes to one of bliss to which Roy rolls his eyes and sighs, resigning this to another moment of Hughes being distinctly Hughes.
A lot of people consider Maes Hughes to be one shade away from ridiculous: he always smiles, rarely has a bad thing to say, and always seems to know what someone needs to here. The man’s Academy uniform is always slightly rumpled, his hair just a touch wild, and the packages he gets from his Mother leave other guys snickering. What keeps them from calling him a hopeless case or a “Momma’s boy” is that it is well known that Maes Hughes can take most of them down with one hand tied behind his back.
He might look a little rough, a little lazy, and a little too nice, but when he needs to be that smile is razor sharp and the glint in his eyes focused. So when he sat around at breakfast yawning and sucking down his first cup of coffee while opening up the latest offering from Mrs. Hughes, no one went for the kill shot when the brown paper gave way to fuzzy slippers.
Fuzzy bunny slippers.
At least they were light gray and not some horrible shade of violent or pink. Even his reputation might not save him then. Roy looks at the slippers – still bunny like and fuzzy even with a second glance – then back to Hughes who ignores the ribs from their table mates in favor of getting a little more caffeine in his system. Maes Hughes also looks unsurprised and not the slightest bit put out.
Mustang smiles and goes back to his breakfast.
Later, when he’s lounging around in the common room, enjoying a pizza he’d filched from the dining hall, a strange squishy-shuffling sound has Mustang craning his head around in curiosity. He blinks at the sight of one Maes Hughes, dressed for bed and wearing those damn, bunny slippers coming down the hall. The sound changes when he hits the carpet and ceases all together when he tosses himself on the couch next to Roy, head on Roy’s leg , and nearly dislodging his pizza in the process.
“What the hell Maes?” With that big smile, too open, too honest to be real, Hughes reaches back and snags a piece of pepperoni for himself. His smile changes to one of bliss to which Roy rolls his eyes and sighs, resigning this to another moment of Hughes being distinctly Hughes. His gaze though ends up landing on those damn slippers propped up on the arm of the couch, rocking back and forth in time with whatever tune Maes starts humming (really there is something mesmerizing about those ears flopping around).
“Ow.” Roy’s not so distracted to not smack Hughes’ hand when he tries to steal another bite. The pouting puppy routine Hughes gives him a moment later almost works except Roy can still see those ears moving around – it’s a little creepy.
“Would you take those things off?”
“Do I get a piece if I do?” Maes Hughes spoke those words in such a low, lewd tone that Roy smacks him all over again this time on the head.
“Oww, hey! What was that for?”
“You’re too much you know.” Roy releases a long suffering a sigh.
“You never seem to mind.” Roy felt Hughes’ hand creeping up along his arm towards his pizza. He relents for one reason and one reason only: Maes Hughes is the only person he knows that could make bunny slippers strangely attractive.