quietsodes
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Rising up out of the darkness, Ava hears the murmured and disparate voices of a vast crowd, too many to hear all at once, but she can pick out words like 'God' and 'please' and 'hope'. It is a mass of whispered and screamed and chanted prayers, but she is only searching for a single voice, one she knows she could recognise anywhere.
“Ava,” Beatrice says, "I need you to come home. Please."
---
When Ava is trapped in the other realm, it is Beatrice's voice that calls her home.
Bookmarked by quietsodes
26 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Ava shrugs, a movement filled with faux innocence, and Beatrice watches the rise and fall of her shoulders like it’s something fascinating. “You look like a girl who’d sit in that diner with her back to the world, drinking some awful black coffee and thinking about a novel she once read that was set on a street just like that one.”
Beatrice laughs, both startled and a little irritated to be read so devastatingly accurately by a perfect stranger. “Are you insulting me?”
“Oh God, no.” Ava’s eyes widen as if she is genuinely horrified by the thought, “I’m trying to flirt with you.”
Bookmarked by quietsodes
26 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“What better way to examine something than with a touch of field research?”
Series
- Part 7 of short widowtracer fics
Bookmarked by quietsodes
25 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Rumi accidentally walks in on Mira and Zoey.
The worst part?
They might have liked it.
Series
- Part 1 of triptych
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 20,659
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Comments:
- 118
- Kudos:
- 2,974
- Bookmarks:
- 566
- Hits:
- 50,964
Bookmarked by quietsodes
11 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Rumi’s side profile was just—. Ridiculous. The bridge of her nose dipped just right, lips full, catching soft light from the screen. Her cheekbones did this thing—sharp, clean, sloped in a way that made it hard to look away.
Zoey’s eyes dipped to her mouth. Glossy. Soft. Pink.
Then her head tilted the other way, slow and lazy. Back to Mira.
And—Damn.
Mira’s lashes curled naturally, thick and dark. Her brows were clean. The kind of face that always looked stunning in photos. The kind of face that held focus in silence.
Zoey’s eyes dropped again.
Mira’s lips.
Plump. A little pink. Glossed from that balm she always carried but never let anyone else use.
Huh.
“Hey,” Zoey murmured, her voice low, pulling through the silence like a loose thread, “Have either of you ever had your first kiss?”
Or
Zoey's always been a little too observant for her own good—especially when it came to girls she liked. They were beautiful women, sharp jawlines and high cheekbones, long beautiful lashes, shaped brows, and gorgeous, plump lips—and it hit her just how pretty they both were. Too pretty. So of course, it made sense to ask them if they had their first kiss.
Bookmarked by quietsodes
11 Jan 2026