I decided to copy everyone else and put all of my drabbles into one place. These will all be just little things I either didn't like enough to post as a separate story or felt were too short to stand alone.
This first one is just some royai fluff for riza-hawkqueen on Tumblr. Based on her lovely fanart of Roy braiding Riza's hair while they wear matching pajamas.
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Riza woke feeling more relaxed and well rested than she had in a long time. It was unusual for her to sleep through an entire night so peacefully. Thinking about it, it was probably a result of where she had slept that night.
She sat up and stretched, yawning as she pulled back the covers on Roy's bed and was immediately accosted by the cooler temperature of the apartment without the warmth of the quilts. If it weren't for the warm, pink pajamas Roy had gotten her for her birthday that year, she would have curled up right back under the blankets again to keep warm.
The sounds of glass clinking reached her ears and she stood, wandering to the living room where she spotted Hayate sleeping on the rug in the middle of the room. She sat down next to him and rubbed his ears. The pup woke and wagged his tail, but fell asleep again quickly, comforted by Riza's familiar scent.
"'Morning," Roy said as he entered the living room with a smile, wearing pajamas that matched Riza's, only his were blue.
Riza looked up at him and returned his smile. He placed a cup of tea on the ground next to her before making himself comfortable behind her. Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, he set his cup next to hers and ran his fingers through Riza's messy hair, gently removing the tangles that accumulated while she slept. Riza hummed in contentment, relaxing thanks to Roy's ministrations.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm," Riza hummed her affirmation. "I always sleep better when you're around."
Roy's smile grew warmer.
"Me too."
Once Roy removed all the tangles from her hair, he slowly began braiding it, something his sisters had taught him when he was a kid. Riza sighed in contentment and leaned into his gentle touch. Roy playing with her hair was one of her favorite things and, though she never actually told him that, she figured that somehow he knew, because he would run his hands through her hair every chance he got.
He finished braiding her hair far too quickly, but her frown of discontentment was quickly replaced by a soft smile again as Roy wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She rested against his chest and sighed.
"I wish we could do this every morning," he muttered, lips still close enough to brush her temple as he spoke.
"Maybe someday," Riza replied, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder. "For now, this is enough. It's more than we deserve."
Roy nodded and held her tighter, relishing how warm and soft she was in his arms. This was the Riza no one else got to see and his chest swelled with emotion at the thought.
He planted a soft kiss on her lips then rested his chin on her shoulder, drinking in as much of the moment as he could before they had to get ready for work, where they would have to pretend like none of it had ever happened.
