"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.
(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)
In Florence, Bedelia du Maurier considers her position.
Don't think of it as workplace sexual harassment; consider it feedback.
Antony has left him with a few mementos, to make his life difficult.
Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.
Cornelius Hickey has no respect for God nor man nor the poor dude who has to run the Taco Bell drive-through.
Written for #BangMasFest 2k23.
This time, Hannibal picks the venue, and Will hunts him down gladly.
Max comes home for the first time since mom's funeral. He's running out of places to go.
Notes in a study of daemonology.