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Series:

Sometimes Family is a Group of Soldiers and Their Deadly Alien Children:

Golden Stars, Bleeding Hearts

It was a normal mission. Dismantling fighting rings was routine for M'staeng at this point. What was not normal was getting himself captured on one of those missions, but that was fine. H'kye killing him when she inevitably rescued him scared him more than anything the Homn'cli could do to him. It wouldn't be too bad.

Of course, he didn't expect for the Homn'cli to have captured a fucking human, much less make them his cellmate. Sharing a cage with a species considered death incarnate wasn't how M'staeng saw his imprisonment going.

Death incarnate was...surprisingly small.

Alchemy Lessons

M’staeng didn’t expect anything strange when Alphonse had asked him for pens and paper. He and Ed probably just wanted to write or draw or something, right? He’d see whatever it is they’d done when they finished, compliment it, and encourage their interests. That was part of being a good parent, right? Of course, his assumptions about their little project were.

Just what the hell was alchemy, anyway?

drowning in this memory (it's always haunting me)

Edward was no stranger to nightmares. The sheer amount of trauma he had under his belt all but guaranteed that. It wasn't exactly anything new to him.

What was new to him was having someone to help him through them.

Other Fics:

Tiny Footprints, Shards of Glass

No borrower wanted to risk being caught by a human. Who knew what they'd do to you if they found you? As close to them as they had to get to borrow what they needed, they always ensured they'd never be seen. It not only endangered themselves but any borrower who happened to be nearby. So of course, Jean had to go and fuck it all up. Because of course he did. Still, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he'd expected an encounter with a human would be.

This Armin guy did seem pretty nice, after all.

Bloody Petals, Tender Hands

Edward felt his throat burning as he choked, vomiting into the toilet bowl. This had been happening a lot lately, and it only seemed to be growing more and more frequent. He scowled down at the flowers that now filled the toilet.

Hanahaki. He had fucking hanahaki. For someone he knew would never feel the same way.

God, the world really seemed to have it out for Ed.

so give them blood, blood (gallons of the stuff)

It felt like Ed had been waiting forever for Colonel Bastard to finish reading his report. He was so close to finally, finally getting to leave when the man stopped him. “Fullmetal, what the hell? You didn’t mention getting injured. Are you alright?” What? He wasn’t injured. What was the bastard talking about?

His blood ran cold as he saw the blood staining the chair he just sat in. Fuck.

He had just started his period. In front of his commanding officer. Who didn’t know he was trans.

The Famous Living Dead

Klaus was pretty used to dying at this point. Usually from overdoses, but other things happened sometimes, as well. Like tonight, when he got shot.

What he wasn't used to was his siblings being there to witness his deaths. Ben was the only one who'd known, after all.

Maybe Klaus should've warned them before hand that he didn't tend to stay dead.

Silver Keys, Silver Tongue

Shinsou Hitoshi loved playing the flute. It wasn't something he advertised, though. Who cared, right? It was the flute. It wasn't exactly an interesting instrument, not like the guitar or piano. As much as he loved it, it just wasn't an interest he'd get to share with anyone else. At least, that's what he thought.

Kaminari Denki, coming up to him and demanding to be taught how to play, seemed to be intent on proving him wrong.

One More Step (Would It Make Me Free?)

Shinsou Hitoshi couldn't remember the last time he'd felt free. He couldn't remember feeling anything but hopeless for a long time. What was there to hope for in that tiny cell he'd been stuck in for what must've been years now? With all the years of torture and abuse he'd endured? No one was coming for him. He'd learned that a long time ago. He knew all too well he'd never be free. He'd die in his little prison, he was sure of it.

Wouldn't he?

I’ve Grown Tired of This Body

All Ed wanted to do was read some goddamn alchemy books. How was he supposed to know it would've ended up like this, what kind of person Tucker was? He'd just wanted to help his brother and now he wasn't sure his brother would ever know it was him again.

(Or: Ed gets himself transmuted instead of Nina. He ends up significantly more animal than expected. Now, he needs to figure out how to tell his brother who he is, Al needs to find out where his brother disappeared to, and Mustang just wants to know why this cat hates him so much).

once a whore, you’re nothing more (i’m sorry, that’ll never change)

The plan was simple: seduce one of them and secure his place in the group. Easy. And Wyll was his best option, so naturally, Astarion focused all his energy on pursuing him.

He hadn't expected Wyll to turn down his every offer of sex. Or to genuinely fall for the man, either.

and as the fragments of my skull begin to fall

Dying isn't any easier the second time around. It isn't any easier the third, or fourth, or any time after, either. In fact, Astarion thinks it might be getting harder. Or: Five times Astarion is killed and one time his friends refuse to let him die.

stay with me (don't let me go)

There is an elven man he sees around taverns sometimes. His eyes are hollow, his cheeks sunken in. He looks tired and far skinnier than any man should be. He is always flirting with someone new every time he sees him, but something in his strangely colored eyes tells him his heart isn’t in it. Wyll can’t help but wonder what his story is. If there isn’t anything he could do to help. Or: Wyll meets Astarion even without the Nautiloid bringing them together. He doesn't realize he loves him until it's too late.