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dxwnstxr · 1 year

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Chuuya X reader

Chuuya and reader are training like they do every day. But then chuuya made the mistake of taking Reader in a stranglehold, witch resolved in reader having a panic Atack.

I just had this situation just a couple hours ago and you block helpt me come down. Thx

Calming down with you

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya x y/n (reader)

Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of ptsd.

A/n: I'm happy i could help, but I'm sorry that happened to you T-T. Hopefully, this can help comfort you in a way if I do it right. If it's alright, I'll be writing this in the readers/your pov (first person). I did make a few changes but only with the chokehold part^^.

Getting off of the phone I let out a sigh. I had just gotten a call from my landlord saying I was late on rent again. I've been struggling to pay my bills of lately due to the fact I'm paying back my family for previous problems. Not to mention, just yesterday someone broke in and shattered my windows and broke the handle on my front door. Leading to more bills.

I felt like screaming but I didn't, know that doing so wouldn't solve anything. I put my phone into my back pocket and walked out of my office and into the training room. Everyday around noon Chuuya and I spar as a way of training.

Stepping foot into the room I saw Chuuya sitting on the bench, swiping on his phone. After hearing my steps he looked up and shut his phone off.

"You're late." He sighed.

"I know I'm sorry" I apologized and looked to the ground.

I could feel his gaze on me and I tensed.

"It's fine just don't be late again." He sternly replied.

I looked up and nodded. "Yes sir!"

He smiled a little and nodded his head to the sparing mat. I sprinted over to the mat and got in position as he did the same. During every sparing match me made a deal not to use our abilities and just our physical strength.

On the count of three chuuya shouted "go!" And he leaded to me. I dodge him and went for a under kick which he decided to jump over. Chuuya was always known for having strong leg power so whenever we spared he made sure to focus on using his upper body strength instead of his lower. And for me, my lower body strength.

He went in for a punch and I dodged it, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over my shoulder and onto the foam mat. He groaned and shakily got up.

"Damn, nice one" He grunted. I just chuckled in return and waited for him to attack.

Chuuya composed himself and positioned himself. I decided to go in for the attack this time. I saw his stomach was open so I went in for the punch. He caught my fist and I kicked him in the side. Then, letting go of me and he groaned.

Catching me off guard he went for a upper cut to my jaw but I moved out of the way. Not giving me anytime time to process his movement, he wrapped his arm around my neck and tighten it, putting me in a choke-hold. I gasped and both my hands reach for his arm.

I tapped his arm but he didn't let go. Feeling the tightness around my neck kicked in my ptsd. I tried kicking but I couldn't. A tear slipped down my cheek, the wetness hitting his amr made him loosen up and he let go. I fell to the floor and my hand went to my neck as I start to hyperventilate.

My hands started to shake as my mind raced. I couldn't focus on anything so my eyes stayed focused onto the floor mat. Little coughs came out as my breathing went haywire. Chuuya bent down in concern and kneeled infront of me.

"Hey you okay?" He asked trying see my face, as it was coverd by my hair.

I looked up at him and tried to talk but I couldn't. Nothing came out. It was like I was reaching out for something that wasn't there. His eyes widened at my actions and appearance. He tried to put his hand on my cheek and I flinch.

He stopped his hand and brought it back to him. No matter how much I tried to calm down, i couldn't. I couldn't focus on anything. I shakily reached my hand out for chuuya and he quickly enveloped me in a hug. Wrapping his arms around me I instantly took in his scent. I could feel the worry radiating off of him. He sat back a sit and let me sit in between his legs.

He stroked my hair and rubbed my back, whispering calming words into my ear.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here" He soothed.

My hand cringed onto his shirt and I gripped it. I practically melted into his touch as my body leaned into his. To my surprise I was able to focus now and calm my self down. Though it was hard I struggled to do it. He hugged me tighter and tried his best to calm me down.

I stopped hyperventilating and my breathing slowed. My hands were still shaking but I was able to focus and see properly.

I slowly wrapped my arms around his torso and he gently pulled back a little to see my face. He carefully brought his hand up to my cheek and wiped away some of my tears. I leaned into his hand and he tensed for a second just to relax again.

"You alright" he practically whispered. I nodded in response. Still to afraid to talk I didn't say a word. And I think he noticed that to.

He both just stay like that. He continued to study my features, trying to look for anything he should be worried about. Though his eyes ended up meeting mine and he just smiled. He brought my head forward and place my forehead against his. I quietly heard his say he's canceling training for today. Then he whispered one more thing.

"Let's just stay like this for a while longer..."

#xreader #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuyabsd #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya scenarios #chuuya fluff #chuuya headcanons #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya x male reader #chuuya x you #angst #request #bungo sd #x y/n #x you

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crossovershipsandedits · 2 months

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Characters: Alice Liddell X Pinocchio (nickname P)

Fandoms: American McGee's Alice Madness Returns | Lies of P

Relationship: Romantic/friendship

Characters: Alice Liddell x Pinocchio "P"

Fandoms: Alice Madness Returns | Lies of P

Relationship: Romantic/Platonic

Submitted by @frie-ice

P!!! I love that game so much, oh my Lord~ I've also always wanted to play AMR, but I've never gotten around to it. I know that these two 100% deserve some love and support though, so I approve!!

Fun fact: I used AMR as inspiration in college to design a "twisted" beauty and the beast game :)

#crossover ship #crossover friendship #alice madness returns #lies of p #alice lies return #lies of alice #alice liddell #pinocchio #lies of p pinocchio #palice #friendship #f/m #romantic ship

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wastingstarsss · 4 months

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So, if you haven’t seen on discord, we’ve decided to start a new lil hobby in this wonderful community. Welcome to Rumbelle Weekly Drabbles!! Oo I’m excited 🥳 . The task is as followed: send in your prompts, and then we’ll use those prompts to write a 100 word Drabble each week. I’m not entirely sure how this is done in other fandoms, but I’m taking the reins for this in this one. So I’m thinking, if you guys send in your prompts through the ask box, I’ll shuffle them up and make a list, and then that can be our prompt list for the month! And once this list has been completed, I’ll post it here on my account so it’s an easy find for anyone who wants to join in. We’ll use the tag: #rumbelleweeklydrabbles -and be sure to let me know if you want me to tag you in any posts! When people post their drabbles, I’ll share them on here and add them to the tag, so they’re all in one place- and that goes for if you post them on tumblr or ao3.

Prompts can be anything btw- a word, a phrase, a song, an image, a theme. Go nuts ❤️

Have fun! Write, write, write. And send in your prompts!! I’m going to set the deadline as the 8th January, to give you all a week for the prompts to be given in. Once they’re given in, there will not be a deadline for drabbles to be written, so just have fun with it ❤️ I’ll be joining in too.

Not to be confused with @a-monthly-rumbelling which is still up and running!!! And I fully support the account, and would love to join in if I could. Real life gets in the way of doing fics these days, and I personally find drabbles easier to do when I’ve got a lot going on. Hence why I’m excited about this project. BUT AMR is not stopping at all, and I fully encourage you to go join it ❤️

(Also just to let you guys know, I’m doing this all on mobile cause I fucking hate tumblr on desktop. Idk if this will get in the way of any formatting or what, but it’s just something to keep in mind.)

#rumbelleweeklydrabbles #rumbelle #rumbelle gif #belle french #Rumplestiltskin

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almaprincess66 · 2 months

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I love re-reading stuff I wrote when I don't remember what was in it because then I get reminded that JL has a fricking child and I just acknowledge it.

Like him having a kid is just okay to be reminded when the thing I wrote was supposed to be lams angst

#amre fanfic #amrev fandom #amrev #john laurens #historical john laurens #lams #historical lams #lams angst #why was I like this?#seriously #we will se what will I get out of it

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mage-parivir · 2 years

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Hello! Congrats on your Book 1 release! I only follow CoG/HG via the CoG mailing list so I hadn't heard of AMR before a few days ago, but seems you've got quite a devoted fandom already :) I checked out the book 2 demo and was just wondering, is all of book 2 going to be Arcadian stuff only with nothing involving Param or its characters? Or is that forthcoming in the finished book 2, or else there's some already in there and I just missed it? I've been RPing as a hardline Param loyalist who takes every opportunity to remind the Arcadians he's enslaved and resentful and just wants to either leave or die, so up to the end of Yotai my character wasn't really able to engage much with the plot or the cast, lol.

Apologies, Book 2 is essentially about Arcadia :( There will definitely be quite a bit of airtime dedicated to the Parami cast, and the so-called 'reunion' will happen in Book 2--regardless, the story's focus will remain on the Arcadian cast and cause for the remainder of the book.

That being said, you can meet Saine in the currently-published demo, though under less than ideal circumstances. For anyone who doesn't yet know how to trigger this scene - simply turn in early during the Yotai festival (that is, do not watch fireworks with anyone) and head up to the inn's roof when the option is presented!

#ask #a mage reborn

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eirian-houpe · 5 months

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TMI Tuesday

I'm still here, kicking and screaming - and counting the days (count them, 13 working days) until Winter Break.

Here are some thing that have been on my radar, to relative degrees this week:

An upcoming reboot of prompts for A Monthly Rumbelling. Stargate Atlantis Rumbelle Secret Santa Grammar - Relative pronouns/relative clauses.

A Monthly Rumbelling: The astute and observant of you may have noticed that I haven't posted new prompts for AMR for a while now. Not for want of doing so, but - brutal truth moment - only ONE person (rumplesrose) was posting anything regularly, just as the year or so before, @peacehopeandrats was practically keeping the site alive, and when their account went away, and time became a premium for me, something had to give. Sadly that was one of the casualties, and you know what...? No one even voiced a concern either.

Now, I know that fandoms have slowed down, and especially older fandoms like Rumbelle, but that was disappointing. However, I refuse to give up on Rumbelle as long as even ONE person is still writing for the fandom, and I know there are folks out there that are, I will provide prompts, and so - with December - AMR will reboot.

Stargate Atlantis: When the show was still on air, and because I knew I wouldn't like what they did with certain characters in what turned out to be their final season, I set out to write my own season 5, and for years the resulting fics sat, first on a fic website that shall not be named, and then a personal website. Now I've started the mammoth endeavor to post them to AO3.

The other day I posted the first part of the second 'episode' - Chain of Command. Feel free to ask about that fic, episode 1 (Harm's Way), the series, or anything you want to know about it.

Rumbelle Secret Santa: We are in the writing period of this fandom event. I can't wait until the reveal stage where the whole fandom will benefit from the glorious gift of new Rumbelle fics. If you're participating, don't forget to enable anonymous asks, so that your Santa can contact you, and please remember to answer your Santa's ask. They may be waiting on you before they start to write for you.

Grammar: Relative pronouns/clauses: No, honestly, no link to this, (unless you really, really want one). It's just what we were teaching in class today. It does bring to mind a recent writing question though, and turning TMI Tuesday on its head, here is my question to you all: By what criteria do you categorize a fic?

#tmi tuesday #asks #send asks #send me asks #ask me anything #ama #RSS #rumbelle secret santa 2020 #amr #a monthly rumbelling october 2020 #sga #stargate atlantis #harm's way #chain of command #stargate atlantis VS5

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maolonq · 7 months

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INTRODUCTORY POST (my old one disappeared into the void)

Hi! I'm Silver, but you can call me Mao, or Amythest! (Yes it's spelled like that for a reason)

I am a self-taught artist and a champion productive procrastinator! I like drawing mythical dragons and creatures.

I also tend to swear a lot in rants, just a warning.

I'm also a music person! I play the violin, 5th grade(so low amr).

Yeah I took the theory test

Anywayyysss

Fandoms:

Ninjago

Carmen Sandiego

Voltron(stopped at season 1, sorry fans)

Inheritance games

Dreamland Billionaires

Adventure Time(shh I haven't watched it yet but I love Simon petrikov and Finn)

And probably a thousand more hidden under my pile

I'm a book person and a nerd 🤓

Haha

Mental illnesses:

Depression

Social anxiety

Autism spectrum(I took a test and got all traits but I only had the traits recently)

ADHD (hah and the 5 y-old me being, eww I hate ADHD ppl, they're so weird)

Official weird idiot who is introvert outside but crazy when I'm in the washroom

Hmm, I identify as a girl I think

Also I like everyone :)

LGBQTA+ friendly!

No racism, homophobic, and bullying(unless it's playful, ya gotta specify) allowed

And a lot of other bad stuff that hurts feelings too(bruh that's so trashy you understand right)

I'm a very sensitive person so please be patient with me! (ALWAYS USE TONE INDICATORS THANK YOUUU)

Any mention of a therapist will set me crying, warning

ROLEPLAYS ARE ALLOWED FEEL FREE TO SPAM ME 👍

SPAM ME WITH FUNNY SHIT THANK YOU!!!

Thanks for reading till here I appreciate it :)

(hh I'm kinda new so I don't use coloured texts)

I will make a commission post on my art sideblog @ferikyuii

Reqs are open ;)

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effervescentdragon · 1 year

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I love violence ❤️ so: (I’m doing this on my phone and from memory hear with me)

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

unpopular character that everyone dislikes that you actually like

worst blorbofication

imma assume you mean f1 rpf bcs tolkien im not smart enough about atm

q numero uno - fandoms opinions about 1) (amr) sebastian vettel, 2)the whole of 2019 sebchal, 3) NICO ROSBERG

q numero dos - nico qualifies here fully, and i wouldnt say like, but christian horner and the rbr golden boys dynamic? intriguing as fuck ;)

q numero tres - 1) the babyfication of charles leclerc (ew) & 2) people actually liking lance

#akira answers asks #chose violence ask #c tag <3

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constellationapex · 2 years

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DEATH COMES, LIKE LOVE

FANDOM: A Mage Reborn

CHARACTERS: Leon de Param, Saine de Param, Ilya Magritte de Alviar, Eliana “Eli” Revelois, Sister

RELATIONSHIPS: Leon/ MC

Prelude: I started writing this fic 3 months ago, but after a bout of writers block, left it to rot in my google docs. I picked it up and (mystically) managed to finish it! Huzzah! It’s a celebratory gift to @mage-parivir to commemorate AMR’s release! It’s basically a pov of my Mage, Lilith, during the bbq. Hope you enjoy! (The fic is underneath the cut.)

The creatures of the desert will encounter jackals

And the hairy goat will call to its kind;

Indeed, Lilith will settle there

And find herself a place of rest.

- Isaiah 34:14

As a child, Lilith had loved spring.

Spring, when the world was shiny and new. Spring, when the birds sang in the sky, soaring overhead in great patterns, lines, flocks. Spring, newly freed from Thaubal's lab, and running down the slope of a hill, Sister- Myreille- and Eli a ways behind, laughing and shrieking and alive. Spring, with flowers in their hair and the air whipping about them as they realized that, for the first time in a long, long time-since they were but a babe- they were safe.

It seemed fitting then, in some sadistic way, that Lilith should die on the first day of spring.

Lilith's feet burned as they stumbled down the well-trodden path, colliding against overturned stones and loose pieces of waste. Their body ached; the feeling had become a constant presence to Lilith, as familiar as the twists of the seals on their body. The pain, the aching, had roared into their body with a vengeance when they were thrown into the cell, a vicious thrumming in their body. A weakness, that made their head loll to the side and their breath come out shallower as they brought their knees to their chest, closing their eyes and trying to ignore the accusing glances, the sneers and whispers.

It was almost comforting, in a way. The pain was something reliable. It served as an anchor to the world around them, kept them stable and whole. It let them feel something, at the very least. Ever since turning away Ilya's attempt to free them from the prison, something cold and numb had seized Lilith's heart, slithered over the valves and muscles before burrowing solidly into their chest. It was a great weight that sunk low into their core and made their once quick steps slow with weariness, heavy with disdain. The Lilith from before- all bright smiles and warm laughter, rolling charm and unabashed kindness- had shed their skin during their confinement, leaving only a sun-burnt husk behind.

Lilith wanted to have the ache, at least for a bit. Until they couldn't feel anymore

They reached the main road after what seemed like minutes to Lilith, though from the strengthening light of the sun, it was bound to be closer to midday. Lilith's mouth went dry as sandpaper as they cleared onto the road, greeted on all sides by a throng of townspeople. Almost immediately at Lilith's arrival, the rushing whispers of the crowd grew louder in volume, until it was a deafening roar. They flung insults at Lilith's face as venomously as they threw their fruit, rotted and misshapen. Molded apples, soft and mushed; peaches gone wrinkled and brown, white spots digging into the skin like blisters; hard pieces of bread, green and misshaped. These were only some of the impressive arsenal of ruined produce flung at Lilith's head as they were dragged, limp and shaking, down the street.

If Lilith were stronger, they might have thanked the crowd for the food- this, like it or not, could count as their breakfast. No matter how rotted through the food was, it was probably leagues better than prison food. Or Leon's slop, for that matter.

An orange, bruised and small in size, hit Lilith's hair, the soft pulp dripping down Lilith's brown skin. They squeezed their eyes shut, the acidic juices sticking to their hair. A burst of pain bloomed from the hit spot, almost overwhelming them in their limp state. The orange sludge congealed on their skin like curdled milk, gummy and thick. Lilith wanted to tear their hair out, free it from the oppressive pulp. Wanted to claw their way through the crowd and find the one who'd thrown the orange at them and rip and tear and-

A sudden movement on their face. The soft cloth of a handkerchief- one of the guards- swept quickly, brusquely, over their eyes and at the corners of their mouth. Lilith's eyes opened hesitantly, angling their head to stare at the guards. It was a struggle- they had Lilith in an iron hold, forcing them forward in such a way that it was a pain to look behind them. But they did, twisting themselves around to regard their jailers for a precious moment. There were only two physically restraining Lilith, their blank gazes flashing into twin looks of irritation and- Lilith felt a sudden, unbridled mirth steep inside of them- fear.

Before the Incident, Lilith would never have inspired fear in the guards, their sworn siblings. Annoyance? Perhaps. Amusement? Most definitely. But never fear, in all its ravenous glory.

Lilith, almost as quickly as they'd turned around, focused back on the path and shuffled their way to the square. Lilith's feet were scabbed from all the walking they'd been doing, they were sure of it- they'd been vain, prideful even during wartime, meticulously applying creams and poultices to their skin in an attempt to stave off calluses. It had been a ridiculous notion, Lilith knew. They'd been the King's retainer, once, and they would most definitely have gotten some form of blemish had they continued with their duties.

Lilith had given up so much, had worked so hard just to be considered as the King's Retainer. Had become sweat and bone and undying loyalty all to a man who’d kill them.

They lived in the worst of all possible worlds.

The pyre now, strong and sturdy, appeared in Lilith’s vision. Hateful, malignant- a specter of death on the horizon, promising no mercy, none at all for a murderer.

Myrielle’s collar tightened about their neck.

They were carried softly to the pyre, softer than they’d expected. They could mistake it as a loving act, were it not for the burning in their feet and the lump in their throat. A rope tightened about their middle, then their arms, before being worked into a tight knot in the back. Lilith closed their eyes as they bit down the waves roiling inside. If this was to be their last moment on this forsaken earth, let them at least keep their dignity. They would not cry.

They would not cry.

Lilith opened their eyes slowly, incrementally. Green eyes pierced into their soul, as fresh as a blade of grass. As flaccid and as bloated as rot, murky and killable. Eyes like light; eyes like death.

Lilith had loved those eyes once. Still, even as those eyes glanced towards the knights beside the pyre and the hand rose up in a gesture- burn the traitor, burn them now- they thought they might forgive them.

Lilith could forgive, in this moment, hordes of people. Or- not really, no, not hordes. Certainly not the horde in front of them. If they ever learned what had truly happened, they’d fall over themselves with forgiveness, regret, pleas- they couldn’t just get a story or stick to it.

Wishy washy bootlickers. Always looking for an enemy, for some way to paw off their own faults.

Maybe Myrielle was right, after all. Lilith, for the first time since she’d died, allowed a sliver of grief to weave its way into their heart for her sister-once-upon-a-life. Myrielle had been everything to Lilith, once.

They wondered if any of it had been real.

No, now was not the time. It would never be the time, for the torch had been laid against the pyre and smoke clogged up the air around Lilith, heady and thick like fog. Lilith breathed it in, the ruined air thickening in their lungs. A hacking cough split their body. They tried to clamp their mouth shut, end their breathing, but knew it was futile. You couldn’t escape the smoke, especially when you were, more or less, chained to it.

Besides, dying from suffocation would be a kinder end than barbecuing to death.

The embers crackled against the wood as it ate, languid, as if it had all the time in the world. The jeers of the peasantry came through distorted, warped, as though being heard through thick walls. Lilith was growing ever so light headed and thick as they breathed in more of the smoke.

The world was growing faint around the edges. It was in thin swirls, bleeding from its edges like a ripped corpse. Lilith had seen many over the years- running from death, contracting with her, (and, in retrospect, perhaps towards it) had given them a certain familiarity with the dead. They knew how a corpse looked- the hollow eyes, the bloated middle from starvation, the gaunt face from fear. The coldness, the ripped organs. The blood and vomit and utter gore was almost an old friend to Lilith at this point.

A sudden stab of fear pervaded Lilith’s calm grief, a horror at becoming one of the many bodies left in Leon’s wake. Leon, on the battlefield, anger in his eyes and a bloodied sword in his hand as he swung it down, down, down, onto some poor saps juglar. He didn’t even watch as the head bounced off, instead directing his wrath onto some other wretch, too young to die yet too old to do anything else.

This was a different type of battle, an extension of that war. Except Lilith was the target of his ire now. And while Leon’s love was slow and soft and giving, Leon’s hate burnt hot and red as flame.

The sky had grown darker now, swathed in gray smoke- like silk. Lilith had gotten a grand silk dress when they’d first come to Sienan, thin and gossamer, shining underneath the light. They’d been a vision in it. It had long since been lost to the throes of time, but Lilith experienced a longing for it in their final hour. If they were to die, at the very least they could have died in luxury.

It had gotten hard to breathe. Lilith’s body shook with coughs, broken gasps wrenching out of their used body as they struggled against the wood. The pyre had grown hot, burning, the flames burping with glee below. It wouldn’t be long now.

Lilith could hear distant walking, growing closer. Humming. Lilith wondered if it was their own. Lilith dinly remembered Eli’s humming as she carded her hand through Lilith’s hair, forcing it into a braid as the younger child had whined. Eli comforting them after they’d messed up on an alchemy quiz, rubbing their back as they blubbered into her shoulder. (Little Lilith had been so gloomy back then.)

“It’s ok,” she’d said, again and again until her voice had gone raw from it. “It’s ok.”

It hadn’t been ok, not that or anything after. Lilith wondered what Eli would think if she could see them right now. Angered that they had squandered Eli’s sacrifice, had ignored Eli’s demand for them to live? Or sad because of just how thoroughly useless it had been, of how she’d given her life away just to save something that had been fated to death from the start?

No matter. Lilith would be going to Eli soon enough. Would hug her until she’d suffocate from it, apologizing over and over as the world burned down around them.

Lilith’s eyes closed. They breathed in deep as the smoke tightened around their lungs. Thought of Saine and Ilya and Aunt Bess, their smiles, their laughs, the promise of home and good food and love and sleep. They thought of Leon, his nose against theirs, breath hot against their cheek. Come back to me.

Lilith goes home.

#A Mage Reborn #a mage reborn if #Fanfiction #this is bleh but I tried #Here take my quarries #Not me writing a angst at 11 on a sunday #Very emo of me #If u like the fic show it some love on ao3!#amr #leon de param #saine de param #Ilya Magritte de alviar #Lilith #constellation writes

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