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? He knew all too well he'd never be free. He'd be stuck in his tiny little prison till the day he died. Wouldn't he?
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 seemed intent on proving him otherwise.
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.
*Continuation of Golden Stars, Bleeding Hearts* 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.
It felt like Ed had been waiting forever for Mustang to finish reading his report. He was so close to finally getting to leave when the man stopped him. “What the hell? You didn’t mention getting injured.” What? He wasn’t injured. What was he talking about? He froze as he saw the blood stained chair. He’d just started his period. In front of his CO. Who didn’t know he was trans.
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. 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.
M’staeng didn’t expect anything strange when Al asked for pens and paper. He probably just wanted to write or draw or something, write? His assumptions couldn’t have been farther from reality. Just what the hell was alchemy, anyway?
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 a human.
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. So of course Jean had to fuck it up. Still, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he expected. This Armin guy did seem pretty nice, after all.