*Amira, a mystery of the world. There is little known about her to others and unfortunately doesn't herself as well. Seeing as she struggles to remember things, he has a small book he keeps with him at all times. She tries to remember but can't, at least not accurately. she hurt her friends by helping them so, that makes it okay...right?*
--This is my first fanfic, so yea it's basically a diary for a character of mine named
Amira and she is having issues trusting herself and her friends. She has the memory of a goldfish and is trying to fix that, while also trying to stay alive.--
*another lovely person is joining me in this project, and theirs will be following the same events but, from a different characters pov. *
-There are mentions of death, blood, dysmorphia, panic attacks, manipulation, and violence so be warned, there will be no smut written by any party with any of the characters so, please don't ask.-
there is no update schedule, I do it when I feel like it.
-The events in this fic are not cannon to the smp and in some places won't follow the lore. All characters from the smp belong to the people behind them, not me.-
*if you have any suggestions please feel free to comment them or DM me, as well as if you have a TW you think I should add*
Enjoy my brain dumping thoughts out and me trying to make a story out of it!
[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everything she has grown to love.
"Littering, that's something that you can be sorry for."
"I needed to get it out of the way for a moment," He replied absently, pushing himself off of the pillar and I blinked at him confused as he walked around to stand before me. "I'll pick it up after this."
"After what-" I cut my own words off, my air catching as his warm breath fanned over my cheeks, the smell of him filling my nose. Intoxicating.
"You're beautiful you know." My cheeks burned.
"Like a thousand wildflowers," I said.
His hooded eyes were bright in the dim light, a content smile pulling at the corners of his lips when I spoke. Dad had said that once, I had nearly forgotten it. Forgotten what it felt like to feel loved.
"Like a thousand wildflowers," he echoed.
Book 1 in the Of Gods and Blood series
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-#6 in darkromance
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- I hope you check this out! :))