#atfwh

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[thesuninperigee]

AND THE FLAMES WENT HIGHER RIGHT MEOW

RIGHT MEOW?! 🙀

And The Flames Went Higher (or atfwh) is the Jason Todd/Tim Drake dub-con soulbond fic I've been working on for..... almost three years at this point with no end in sight 😳 but the existence of which has netted me one of the best friends of my life 🥰

The computer screen blurs in front of his eyes, the lines of text turning into the silhouette of blinds on a narrow window. On the backs of his eyelids, he sees Jason, sprawled next to him in his frameless bed, his bare back striped with street lights. His face is turned toward Tim, but his brow is unfurrowed, jaw relaxed.

Tim wants to touch him, wants to see if that one white curl feels the same as all of its neighbors, wants to wake him just to see his eyes flutter open. Jason wriggles closer, a heat seeking missile, and Tim snaps awake.

He scrubs at his eyes and knocks back another mouthful of lukewarm coffee. Around the fourth pot of coffee, it had started tasting burnt. Around the sixth, he'd run out of grounds and had to start reusing them.

It's not enough to keep him awake, not on its own, but Zatanna had refused to give him a charm to ward off sleep, and it's all he can do to keep the dreams at bay.

The nightmares are easier, somehow, than the ones that leave him hard, heart racing, which in turn are easier than the softer ones where they do nothing but coexist.

He refocuses on the screen in front of him, on the details of the case, on the feeling of dirt crushing down on him, filling his lungs—

No.

Tim shakes himself, then regrets it when the room takes an extra thirty seconds to come to a stop.

It's been days since he last left his apartment, longer since he's properly slept, and he's been desperately ignoring all attempts to contact him. If it weren't for Oracle monitoring his activity in the file servers and every so often flagging a relevant case, he's pretty sure someone would have tried to execute a wellness check by now.

He's slipping again, can feel it in the firm press of teeth against his jawbone, the phantom warmth of Jason's hand at his throat, not squeezing yet, just keeping Tim where he wants him. He's tempted to stay, this time, to doze off in his chair and let the dream take him. So what if Jason will know, if he might be able to feel Tim's fantasy through the bond? He can be strong again tomorrow.

[thesuninperigee]

make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by @chevalric 💜🥰

and the flames went higher

it burns, that ring of fire

twice shy//bite back

safety off

tagging @aethersea @abominableobriens @indigo-casson @saintdetroit and viewers like you!