“Da?” Penny points at the guest room. “Bunny?”
“Aye lamb, Bunny.” He tries not to look at the door, tries to push away the avalanche of despair. If he could burn it from his brain, he would. He’d take it away from everyone, you, Si, himself. He’d rewind time, take it all back, start from the beginning and fix it all.
The memories burn like fire. They’re ash in the back of his throat.
“We’d never hurt ye, we jus’ want to take ye home.”
Once this fic is finished I don't know how much I'll be able to post here because of its content and Patreon's TOS but the beginning at least is fine.
tw mention of rape
This is clearly unedited sorry
The Uffizi is busy.
People shuffle from room to room, listlessly following behind tour guides or wandering through the halls with their heads tipped back, enraptured by the frescoes. Common behavior for a museum, es...
2025-02-26 20:18:27 +0000 UTC View PostHis apprehension has withered into dust and a full blown garden has bloomed in its place.
You plague him. Every moment, every thought, he’s circling back to you. During training, at dinner, during work, he’s wondering.
Are you alright?
Your coat is threadbare.
He noticed it briefly that day in the Palace and filed it away for later, though he’s sure the cold doesn’t bother you so much considering where you’re from.
Still. You’re here now. You...
2025-02-23 05:14:35 +0000 UTC View Postduring the in-between of their relationship when they were together but not "official"
“What… is that cake?”
A giant chocolate cake is sitting on the kitchen counter, its box half folded open like an unwrapped present. It’s covered in front, roses piped across the top, decorative swirls looped around the entire thing.
You wrack your brain, panic churning in the pit of your stomach. Did you miss something? An occasion?
Johnny’s mouth does that thing w...
2025-02-21 04:04:16 +0000 UTC View PostHe puts you out of his mind.
Or tries to, at least. His thoughts stray, at night, in quiet moments, and he catches himself thinking about you, wondering if he should have done more, pushed harder, tried to get you to talk to him even though he understands your reluctance. It didn’t surprise him how you avoided his eyes, turned away.
Illyrians both hate and fear him, and Azriel despises them in return.
Cauldron only knows how you may have suffered in their hands...
2025-02-09 04:47:19 +0000 UTC View PostI've been tossing around the idea of Az/single mom reader for a bit so I put a first part together. Also if you read this, it's a rewrite/redirect-ish, kind of. I don't know. I'm undecided on the whole thing.
Additional notes: Reader is an Illyrian, but I strayed as far away as I can from physic...
2025-02-03 21:57:20 +0000 UTC View PostDid you know I write a lot of single mom reader?
Edited to add: this is not going to make it to tumblr
You've lost your kid.
It's never happened before, and blinding panic crawls up your throat as you spin around, abandoned your grocery haul as you shout her name. "Nori!"
This can't be happening. It can't.
"Nori!" The eyes of others fall on you, chock full of judgement, you're sure. What kind of mother loses her kid? How irrespon...
2025-01-27 21:50:49 +0000 UTC View PostFear.
It slams into him, shakes the bond so violently he almost drops out of the sky, forces him off course over the jagged peak of Illyria, urging him to follow the intensity of your panic towards Velaris. Gone is his assignment, his contact awaiting his visit, his work. One objective rises above it all.
You.
The Palace of Bone and Salt is in shambles, but he hardly notices. Somewhere it registers in the back of his mind there’s been a quake, there ...
2025-01-27 21:22:30 +0000 UTC View PostI'm finally happy with this but it might see another once over tomorrow.
“Are ye comin’ inside?”
“I need a minute.” He needs more than a minute. He needs days, weeks. Needs to wind back the clock and slam it into the ground, over and over again, until the springs and hands and tiny numbers splinter into pieces.
Failure. He failed. They failed.
They failed you.
“Wait, go back.” The video pauses, and t...
2025-01-22 08:22:00 +0000 UTC View PostI have no idea where this is going, it could turn into several parts... or not
Simon and Johnny as a dom/switch couple who scene fairly often at a local club. When they opt for an observation room or the gallery, they often draw a small crowd. Most agree there’s something about watching Simon flog Johnny, or cane him, whip him, paddle him, is like watching a painter working on his masterpiece. And Johnny cries so beautifully, whimpering as his cock pulses against the r...
2025-01-20 20:03:44 +0000 UTC View PostYou're fucked.
It's the only way to explain how you feel, standing in the store, staring at bottles of liquor, wine, beer. You don't even know if this is the appropriate thing to do, but you've always seen it in shows, movies, so it must be, right?
You should have said no to this whole thing, should have told them you're busy, or you're working, or you had plans, but for some reason, you just knew they'd see through it. They'd call your bluff.
So here you were, s...
2025-01-18 01:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe wallflower.
Johnny clocks it immediately, your shoulders practically pinned against the pale-yellow wall, pint glass slick with condensation cradled between your fingers. Your eyes dart around and then away, finding something to study in the carpet, or the stairs, on the coffee table.
You’re not comfortable here, that much is clear.
He elbows Simon. “Poor girl looks nervous.” Simon gives you a furtive glance over the rim of his glasses, and nods.
“Probably ...
2025-01-13 03:01:37 +0000 UTC View PostThank you all for being along for the ride with this anthology. They've been such a joy to write and I hope everyone likes the epilogue.
"You're getting a vasectomy." Your face screws up in pain, and he sweeps his palm over your damp forehead.
"Okay, mama."
"I'm serious. We're done." Your nurse glances between the two of you with a small smile.
"Alright, are we ready?"
"No," you hiss between clenched teeth, "no, I changed my mind. I wan...
2025-01-09 23:42:31 +0000 UTC View Post“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise honey, remember?” You nod, but your eyes stay glued to the windshield, tracking the raindrops sliding on and off the glass. “Hey,” he reaches for your hand, pulling it into his grasp, “it’s okay. You’re safe.”
“I’m with you.” You repeat the mantra, the one you repeat in the shower, in bed, in the living room. I’m safe. I’m with you.
He wants to look away from the road so badly long enough t...
2025-01-06 01:53:10 +0000 UTC View Post*threw some edits in here this morning
The fly amanita has been eluding you. It’s speckled red cap is usually so easy to spot, but you’ve been trudging through the woods all day, turning over logs and peering around tree trunks to no avail. You’re getting closer and closer to the break in the forest, the one bordering a large meadow rich with wildflowers, the one you hardly venture to unless you’re truly desperate for something specific.
You’re seriously consideri...
2025-01-03 02:46:11 +0000 UTC View PostSmall musing
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the quiver in your voice doesn't do much to dispel Simon's suspicion, and you toss the bowl full of brownie batter onto the counter. "I'm fine."
"You're baking at three in the morning, sweetheart. Did something happen?"
"I had a bad day, is all. It's nothing." The lie hisses through your teeth, jaw set tight as an attempt to keep everything bottled up where it belongs.
"What's going on...
2024-12-30 18:22:31 +0000 UTC View Post"Simon?"
Your voice wavers, rich with uncertainty, and he's around the corner into the kitchen before you can blink. "What is it?"
"I... do we still have the large blue mixing bowls?" Orion is between your legs, arms curled around each knee. He's been doing this since you got home, positioning himself so he's almost always touching you, a tether desperate to remain unbroken.
His nightmares are back, too. And yours are worse. Only Nix sleeps soundly, Simon hardly sleeps at...
2024-12-30 17:43:14 +0000 UTC View PostMostly edited, may need a few tweaks. I have no idea when this is going up on Tumblr/AO3. It's supposed to be a three part short series. So far I'm at 15k words.
Azriel/female reader. Warnings for torture via asphyxiation, Azriel hating himself, Amren uses boy/girl therefore so can I, brief mention of spanking. Post ACOSF, everything is canon.
Again, I don't know what's going on with the italics. 2024-12-14 21:50:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Simon knows suffering. He knows what it looks like, what it sounds like, what it feels like. He knows the fine line humans walk before they break and shatter, the cusp of control that is lost in the face of agony.
And right now, he sees it all over your face. Suffering.
"She's started walking," he murmurs, balancing Phoenix next to your thig...
2024-12-14 21:42:02 +0000 UTC View PostYou're in a dream.
It's soft and lovely and warm, a beautiful summer day where the breeze is just cool enough to ensure sitting on the porch is comfortable. Orion is in the yard, digging around in the dirt, pulling up handfuls and throwing it as far as he can, trying to get as much as possible on Simon. There's a baby in your arms, but for reason, you can't look at them, or look down, or see them at all, but you know they're there. You know it's your baby, yours and Simon's.
You t...
2024-12-13 00:19:59 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Friday, here are the first... 8k-ish words of this Azriel fic (very roughly edited)
tw torture/suffocation
In the woods just inside the confines of the Middle, Azriel finds a puzzle.
More aptly, Azriel finds you, bathed in the glow of the sunset, iridescent snowflakes from the first snow delicately falling to your shoulders, your hair, the tip of your nose.
There’s magic on the wind carrying your scent, something different he c...
2024-12-07 01:47:10 +0000 UTC View PostPhoenix looks just like you.
Well, mostly like you. There’s a little bit of Simon there too. A balancing of the scales since Orion has so much of him.
Cami thinks it’s fitting, and as she holds the baby at your bedside, she looks between the two faces, holding it as a small piece of joy.
She’ll take anything she can get, she guesses.
“She was big, of course, though I know it’s not a surprise,” Nix is asleep, cradled to Cami’s chest. She and Gaz...
2024-12-03 01:46:01 +0000 UTC View PostI'm not sure how many of you are interested in ACOTAR fandom but-
have the first 3k or so of this untitled Azriel fix. It's unedited, so keep that in mind. Hope everyone has a great weekend!
In the woods just inside the confines of The Middle, Azriel finds a puzzle.
More aptly, Azriel finds you, bathed in the glow of the sunset, iridescent snowflakes from the first snow delicately falling to your shoulders, your hair, the tip of your nose.
There’s magic on t...
2024-11-29 21:39:29 +0000 UTC View Post"Mama."
"That's right little man. That's mama." Orion tucks his face into Simon's chest, sleepy and confused. Simon knows he doesn't understand what's happening, why his mother is asleep in a bed, asleep for days without waking, asleep and hooked up to too many machines.
"Mama!" He screeches, swinging his body backwards, and Simon has to hold him tight, trying to keep him close. Cami says he's struggling, doesn't understand why he's at their house all the time, doesn't understan...
2024-11-28 01:03:39 +0000 UTC View Post
