Oh look, it’s my favourite chapter of Nothing Left to Lose! Wherein Eda and Camila definitely don’t go on a date, it’s not like they eat or drink or dance or hold hands or share longing glances, nope, nothing like that, no date behaviour here.
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It's Thursday, which I guess I have decided is my fic posting day (all other days of the week are hard for me to grasp as actually existing and also it's historically my slowest day at work) so here's chapter eight of Nothing Left to Lose! Time for Camila to get some magic lessons :3
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Chapter six! In which Eda and Camila grapple with the consequences of their actions and the weight of Raine's departure starts to set in.
'Early' (I have no actual post schedule) because I really wanted to try out AO3's new 'spoiler' tags. They're pretty neat and I think I'll be using them in the work body going forward whenever I post a comic or something with an obnoxiously long image ID!
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Chapter Five of Nothing Left to Lose is a chonker of a chapter (because there’s smut, I have extremely verbose tendencies when it comes to smut). Also one of my favourite chapters in the entire thing! It definitely doesn’t have a cruel endpoint at all >:3
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Did I manage to forget within two weeks that I was going to spam everyone about my fic? Yes, yes I did. Chapters three and four both exist now.
Well, I mean they always existed (on my hard drive/cloud storage) but now people who aren't me can read them. Enjoy the angst!
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from chapter 5 of whatever this is, it isn't lust on ao3
(the lack of alt text is intentional, comic description is under the cut)
Eda had left Camila to roll up the yoga mats and push the coffee table back into place as soon as the instructor on the livestream bowed to signal the end of the session, but Camila didn't begrudge her that. The slow pace of the gentle yoga class had left Eda vibrating with energy and, really, Camila was grateful that Eda had humoured her at all.
Plus, when she came out of the kitchen, she had two mugs of what smelled like apple blood, not coffee, in her hands, and she let Camila snuggle into her on the couch without complaint.
Not that Eda had ever complained about cuddling, and her free arm went around Camila's shoulders as soon as Camila settled in.
"So?" Eda asked. "Are you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Camila took a long sip of her drink. "You already know that I love you."
The hand about Camila’s shoulder pushed at her instead. "Not that!"
Camila could hear the blush in Eda's voice and she couldn't help but twist about to admire it. "I do love you, you know."
"I know." Eda pulled Camila back into her side. "And I love you too. But what were you going to tell me? Before we had sex?"
"You're going to have to be more specific," Camila said. "We've had a lot of sex and a lot of conversations interrupted by it."
"Camila." Eda's smile turned lascivious. "Yesterday. When I was on your lap and—"
"Ah, yes. That."
She should have known that Eda wouldn't have forgotten that conversation thread. She took another drink, this time for fortification as she considered how to broach a topic she had never intended to discuss.
Fuck it. There wasn't any good way. "How familiar are you with avian reproductive anatomy?"
Eda's expression went flat. Which Camila found funny, given that Eda had known that Camila had been thinking about a, quote-unquote, 'gross veterinarian thing'.
"Why the hell would I know anything about 'avian reproductive anatomy'?"
Camila couldn't resist snaking one hand between the couch and Eda's back, groping low until her fingers grazed Eda's ass. "Well, you are a bird sometimes. With a mammalian backside, but—"
"Camila."
She let her voice slip into a lecturer's cadence and ignored Eda's fidgeting. "Almost every bird species has a single posterior orifice called a cloaca and reproduction occurs via an cloacal kiss, which is honestly a very cute turn of"—Eda wasn't fidgeting anymore, her eyes were on Camila—"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're so fucking weird. It's cute. Unlike a cloacal kiss, which we will never discuss again."
Camila hid her laugh in Eda's shoulder and muffled her mock-protest into the soft cotton of her shirt. Eda plucked the mug from her hand, which, honestly was for the best. Camila would be the one stuck with cleaning up the stain if any of the alcohol spilled. "I'm not weird! This is my job, I literally have a doctorate in"—Eda placed a hand on Camila's chest and pushed, once—"Eda!"
Eda followed her down onto the couch, one knee pressed firm against Camila's centre, her body heavy on top of Camila. "Later, Cam." She was laughing, the asshole, turning Camila's own words against her. "Sex now."
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Sooo I’ve posted the first chapter of the Eda/Camila fic I, personally, like best. It’s a harder sell than whatever this is, it isn’t love’s soap opera silliness, though, since it’s partially about Eda’s aimlessness & substance abuse and partially about an au version of Camila who is trapped in a bad marriage. Plus the fic opens with Eda still dating Raine (though that relationship does not last long). But I’m still me, completely incapable of reverence, so it’s chock full of dumb jokes and Eda being Eda.
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to read a not-quite-enemies to lovers camileda fic, Nothing Left to Lose on ao3 may only have one chapter, but it is 100% written so it’s not a wip. Just a slow, weekly-ish updating thing. :)
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