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Hymns We Inked in Blood

My entry for Resbang 2022 is now live! I had the idea for this fic waaay back in 2020 and was finally able to put it to page for this event.

Huge thanks to my artist partner @firedragonx, who did an absolutely amazing piece of art for this fic! Was absolutely blessed to have such a wonderful partner for my very first Resbang! And huge kudos to @resbangmod, who’s been running this event for ten whole years, whew!

You can check out my fic on Ao3 HERE!

Summary:

Maka liked words, liked the sprawling secrets they kept locked away in symbols and code, the sound of their lilt and cadence as she read. She liked happy endings engraved in ink and coaxed from reams of yellowing paper.

The only words Crona knew dripped snake venom. The only stories they knew were tragedies, not the type studied in classrooms, but grotesque tales derived from a lifetime of violence. There was only one other person who was familiar with that type of darkness, who knew how to tame and weave it into something— someone— that Maka could truly love.

(Or: Crona wants to write a poem for Maka’s birthday. Soul helps.)

Pairings: Maka/Crona/Soul

Rating: G

Warnings: Allusions to child neglect and abuse. Non-graphic descriptions of wounds and the treatment of. Brief description of a panic attack. Language.