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Roy Mutang [FMAB] Love can exist in many shapes and sizes. It could exist as a big square of which every corner is filled with affection. Or, it could co-exist in that tiny curve we call a smile that means the world to someone. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, love can exist as a flicker of a flame that burnt and destroyed the world for everyone else, but lit a path of light for someone else in their darkness.   It was no new news to anyone that at one point, after the Ishval war, Roy Mustang had suffered from post traumatic war syndrome. The Flame Alchemist, that was claimed to be the ‘Hero of the Ishval War’ despite all the praise

"Han, darlin'... what're these?" The second his lover's hands stopped suddenly at the skin of his upper back, Hanzo instantly knew that there was something afoot. As he should have. He knew it wouldn't take long for McCree to find the raised, aged, physical remnants of a dark and turbulent past. Sooner rather than later, he knew, the cowboy's wandering hands would have happened upon the harsh lines and indentations that crisscrossed his skin, and he would have to dredge up memories better left forgotten. Hanzo sighed. The feeling of McCree's warm hands delicately tracing the newly-discovered marks should have brought him comfort, but now it o

you're not wrong | father!germany x trans man!reader It was six in the morning but you were still awake. You tried to sleep last night, but you couldn't find it in you to properly close your eyes. In fact, all you found in you were tears and tears and it seemed like you would drown in them. Last night, you cried for hours; quietly into your hands so your father and uncle wouldn't hear. You didn't even have a clear idea why you were crying. Confusion, frustration, and anger were all you felt these days, but it was hard to pinpoint why you felt these things. Reaching up, you ran your hands through your short, almost buzz cut style, hair and w

Switzerland XAbused!Reader part 3 FINAL Peace, Love, and Rifles. Vash’s eyes were wide with shock. You had mastered your pistol in the matter of days. Every time it was in your hands you had a look of pure determination in your eyes, who ever it was that hurt you so badly wasn’t going to go far thee next time you saw him, that is, if he even let him get that far. You ran out of ammo and lowered the gun. Breathing heavily with adrenaline you emptied the chamber of the empty cartages. “You should give it a rest for now.” Vash said walking up beside you. “Right..” You said setting it down taking a deep bre