I Wish For Death - Twelve-year-old Alma Says. She Fled Bombing And Shelling Twice Before The Third Place

‘I wish for death’ - Twelve-year-old Alma says. She fled bombing and shelling twice before the third place they sheltered was bombed, She was rescued from the rubble only to find out both her parents and all four of her siblings had been killed. She found her 18-month-old brother in an unimaginable state. Her little brother was beheaded from the rubble after the IOF massacred them.

Source: BBC

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me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

“you loved ugliness. you loved it in everyone, in everything, until it was no longer ugly. you made the most wretched things become beautiful until no one knew what the word meant anymore. you gave wings to the wingless by tearing off your own. and though your heart soared with them your feet never left the ground. understand child, that our sins are not always what we’ve done for others, but in also not doing the same for ourselves.”

— this is why angels are meant for hell | m.a.w

A lot of people complained that Murtagh in Murtagh (2023) was much more resentful towards Eragon, than he was towards Murtagh in The Fork, the Witch and the Worm (2018). Okay, so here is their last interaction backwards:

calling each other "brother" hesitantly after realising no murder is on schedule

had a 0.3 second long Moment before The Last Fight

stabbed each other during a stage duel

had to stand and listen while the Mad King was on with his monologue and when he mentioned how great Morzan was, Morzan, the Second Most Hated Guy, whom caused Eragon nightmares and haunted Murtagh all his life, who was their father; Eragon was so quick to come up with the "nah, just his" card.

... That is 2.5/4 negative points.

Could I possibly request Eragon kissing reader for the first time, perhaps after a battle where emotions are high?

“Blood And Kisses” Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Thank you for requesting! So, I may have wrote this slightly more intense than planned. In my defense, I was watching Critical Role and trying to write at the same time. Warnings: Mentions of blood and fallen foes. Angst. Romance. Word Count: 683 words)

This was not how the trip was suppose to go. There had not been a plan in place for bloodshed. Not like that. Not with you with him.

Seeking out new locations and possible allies was suppose to be awkward and formal.

Eragon wished he had been in a diplomatic meeting as he wiped the blood off of his hand. The smear and stain was not his own.

A group of angry, loud, and fiercely loyal men had ambushed Eragon and yourself. No proper introductions.

Who the men were devoting themselves to? Eragon had no clue.

All the Dragon Rider knew then was that he needed to keep the pair of you alive. So he had you run. They wanted the magic user, the Dragon Rider. The hero.

Panting, Eragon did not begin to ponder how they knew him. Covered in sweat, he searched for you. His dear friend who was ill prepared for the amount of foes. His friend who held his heart.

Reaching out with his mind, he felt for your familiar presence. Those thoughts woven within images and songs.

Eragon’s heart hammered in his chest and distracted his hearing.

Where have they gone? He thought in worry as he stepped passed another lifeless body.

Faith that you avoided harm slipped from him every second without you in his sights. He needed to see you. Immediately. His close and dearest friend.

Brown eyes glanced towards any small change in his new environment. A bend in the grass. A creak of a door. Anything.

Where were you hiding?

Were there men Eragon had not stopped?

Did any target you?

The Dragon Rider could not bare the thought. His questions, his pleas, could only be answered once he found you. Once you were with him again. Close and safe. Out of any danger.

We need to leave this place. Whether those that attacked live in town or not, Eragon thought firmly, we need to go.

Boots hurriedly crossed atop trampled grass, he peered passed the last building on the road. Beyond that lay woods, hidden in the heavy shadows of sunset.

“Eragon.” A recognizable voice carried through the clutter along the back of the building.

He rushed forward without a thought. Spotting your form as you stood from your hiding place, relief flooded through his body and mingled in a whirling pool of emotions.

Before you could utter a single word, Eragon was in your personal space. His hand were examining yours with frantic intent upon sight of drying blood.

“Are you hurt?” Eragon asked, fingers moving to check your face. No ounce of timidness. He had no room for it.

“No. I got away.”

“You’re sure?” He tilted your face, gaze strong and heavy, not too unlike his breathing.

“I did what I had to. I’m not hurt physically. I promise.” You grabbed his forearm. “Are you all right?”

Eragon could see his worry mirrored in your eyes. He had never been so afraid of losing you. So suddenly. A scare of never seeing the light shining in your eyes again.

They’re alive.

Taking in a breath, Eragon leaned forward and became the closest he had ever been to his dear friend. Lips capturing your own with all of the weight of his emotions. The good, the bad, and the whatever he could describe running through him as he kissed you. Firm pressure as even his fingers barely moved on your face.

A minuscule separation for air and Eragon felt your free hand tangle into his hair.

“I can’t lose you.” Eragon whispered against your lips. His throat constricted upon hearing his own words. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You gave his forearm a light squeeze. “No apologizing. Breathe.”

“We must leave.”

“My dear, Eragon, catch your breath.”

Most tension left his muscles. Being with you allowed him to be himself. No mighty titles.

Yet the Dragon Rider found your order difficult. His attention securely on you as your lips greeted his own softly and your hands held him in a tender embrace. A caring love.

How could he ever breathe normally again? 

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