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my original characters featured in AGAINST THE DYING LIGHT ✨

Mylla Borodin, a young paladin eager to embark on her hero’s journey and prove herself worthy to become an honorable knight of Samular. Aranessa Evercrest, a name the tiefling “bard” gave herself as she tries to suppress a dark urge that lingers just beneath the surface. Adelleria Rumiel, an astral elf stranded far from home and severed from her stars, longing for nothing more than to find her way back.

my original characters featured in AGAINST THE DYING LIGHT ✨

Mylla Borodin, a young paladin eager to embark on her hero’s journey and prove herself worthy to become an honorable knight of Samular. Aranessa Evercrest, a name the tiefling “bard” gave herself as she tries to suppress a dark urge that lingers just beneath the surface. Adelleria Rumiel, an astral elf stranded far from home and severed from her stars, longing for nothing more than to find her way back.

It’s been eleven years. A gust of wind shifts the branches overhead, and sunlight filters through in soft patterns across the ground. He closes his eyes as the warmth brushes against his face. He can see her. Long, dark hair—the same as his. The warmth in her tired eyes. Her fingers moving through his hair, voice low as she sang him to sleep over the noise of the apartment. He holds onto that feeling as long as he can. Then Isabel. Always loud and laughing at something stupid. Her hair half tied into uneven red pigtails, already falling out no matter how many times they fixed it. He and Furlan used to have to hold her still just to get a brush through it. She'd fight them the whole time, and when they were done, it still looked like they hadn't done a damn thing.  He reaches into the caddy for a towel, shakes it out, and lays it carefully in front of the stones. Then he pulls out a soft-bristled brush, sweeping away fallen leaves and dried dirt caught in the grooves of the carving. He takes the spray bottle and mists the surface, wiping it down with a cloth. He folds it to a dry side and goes back over it again, working carefully through each carved letter. He peels the plastic from each bouquet, crinkling loud in the quiet, and sets it aside before arranging a few stems into the holders at the base of each stone. He adjusts them until they sit just right. His hand smooths over his mother’s headstone, fingers slowing as they pass over her name. The stone is rough beneath his palm. He flexes his still-bandaged fingers.

AGAINST THE DYING LIGHT 🦇✨ ↪ mylla borodin + astarion ancunín

Chapter 16

Excerpt

Walking into his apartment at seven in the morning to find his friends sprawled across his living room doesn’t surprise him—thanks to Furlan’s warning over the phone.

Miche’s loud ass snoring cuts through a few half-awake greetings as he looks around—Hange cross legged on the floor, Erwin in the armchair, Furlan on the couch with Petra stretched out, her head in his lap.

Leave it to Four Eyes to drag everyone out in the middle of the night and rally them for a full day of work. Even if he’d never say it to their faces, he’s grateful you have them—people willing to show up for you without question, no matter the hour.

He regrets the thought the second Hange jumps to their feet, nearly sloshing their coffee on his rug as they set it down before crossing the room in a few quick strides to crush him in a bear hug. Arms pinned awkwardly at his sides, he resists the immediate urge to shove them off. He could—easily. But… he’s not a complete asshole. And, begrudgingly, he reminds himself of everything they’re doing to help.

So he just… stands there and takes it. For a few seconds. When they still don’t let go, he forces out, “Get—the fuck—off me.”

They laugh, loosening their grip. “I’m shocked you didn’t immediately shove me away, shorty.” At Levi’s glare, their grin only widens. “Gotta take what I can get.”

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Health Inspector! Levi x Reader Word Count: 75.4k+ | work in progress Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, modern au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, grief, panic attacks Summary: You run your café much like you run your life—steady, structured, and steeped in routine. When Levi Ackerman arrives for a routine health inspection, he’s surprised to find himself drawn to the quiet comfort of the space… and the owner who keeps it running. What starts as an awkward first meeting turns into an easy friendship neither of you expected, built on shared tea and comfortable silence. Over time, almost without noticing, it becomes something more.

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