😭 been stuck in work for a solid few nights weeping over this. Look at 'em. LOOK AT THE LIL' WAR CRIM SOFT FAMILY. UUUURGH.
I'M NOT WORTTTTTHHHHY...
But, real talk, this is stunning and beautiful. 🫠 I'm a pathetic creature who tends to write more than I post or write soft-soft things to soothe myself after writing Ed being put through the wringer, so lemme just give you my drivel fitting for this stunning work:
Edward’s face lit up, his grin stretching wide as the dog came bounding towards him. Black Hayate was on the cusp of puppy meets dog, with paws too big for his frame and a tail whipping up a frenzy. Ed scooped the pup up effortlessly, and Hayate responded with a flurry of excited licks, his wet tongue dragging across Ed’s nose and the pale scar carved along his jawline.
A sharp snort of amusement burst out of him as Hayate yipped happily, nestling into mismatched arms, tail thumping against the boy’s side. It was instinct for Ed to duck his face into the soft fur at the dog’s neck and nuzzle. Hayate carried a musky smell of dog mingled with the same scent of Riza’s home; a blend of tea leaves and gun oil.
Hayate barked again, tail going wild, and fur clung to Ed’s blue uniform like a second layer. He didn’t care. He’d take all the slobber and fur in the world over guilt and gore that saturated the fabric previously.
This—this felt good. Right. The ache in Edward’s chest, the dull press of regret and weariness he carried like a second skeleton—holding Hayate softened it. Made it bearable. As if his ribs weren’t quite collapsing in on his heart today.
The office door creaked open behind him. Edward glanced up to see Roy and Riza stepping out, finally done with the day's stack of overdue reports. The Colonel was letting out a low string of grumbles over a long day that tapered off upon spotting Ed, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Got your hands full there, little man,” Roy said, his voice carrying that lazy, teasing rumble.
“No I ain’t,’’ Edward huffed, returning his attention to Hayate. He hefted the pup up, eyes wide with delight. “D’aw.” The sound came unbidden, soft and reverent. “Ain’t he a good boy?”
Riza stepped closer, her expression warm. She rested a hand gently on Ed’s messy hair, her fingers combing lightly through the strands. “Yes,” she said with quiet certainty. “He certainly is a good boy.”
Roy gave an exaggerated sigh, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Of course, you'd say that, Lieutenant. You always did have a soft spot for runts.”
Riza’s elbow found Roy’s ribs in a sharp but controlled jab.
“And you’re just as bad with strays,” she said, not even trying to hide the fondness in her voice.
Roy chuckled. “We never stood a chance, did we?”
Riza didn’t answer. She just smiled, soft and steady, her eyes resting on Ed—who was completely unaware of the undercurrent in their words, focused on Hayate in his arms. Yet, to anyone, it was obvious: they weren’t really talking about the dog.