#the swallow

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

the third version of the ending to la rondine is both a) heartbreakingly beautiful (i mean, so is the most common version) and b) unfortunately (but good for vibes i guess) is extremely similar to a scene in my current adaptation project

unfortunately the only version of it i can currently find is in the “magda offs herself” production, which…can we not please

[dear-sidney]

sorry for the insane delay on this chapter lol. the next one is already half written and is also a lot shorter so I'm hoping to get that one out on a sane person timeline.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[dear-sidney]

sneak peak saturday

tagged by @nine-one-wanton

its amazing how much filth i will write when avoiding writing an argument scene. This chapter wasn't even supposed to have porn in it but c'est la vie, saltommy smut from the upcoming chapter of the swallow under the cut!

He pops the cap on the lube bottle and pours some onto his fingers, warming it as much as possible. "Might be a little cold." He warns, spreading Tommy open and just teasing his hole. His stomach does a sommersault when Tommy pushes back for more. 

"Fuck you're so gorgeous, I wanna get you ready with my tongue." 

Nothing could have prepared him for the whine that rips out of Tommy, the way he leans back for it even when his knees shake. 

Sal almost chokes on his lust.

"Yeah? You like that plan?" He doesn't exactly play fair, dipping his finger past Tommy's rim up to the first knuckle. 

He moves gently in and out while he gets the rest of his body into position, laying down on his back and positioning his head between Tommy's knees. Sal gives Tommy a few love bites on his inner thighs for being so patient, smiling when Tommy has to use him as a brace. 

Sal takes his finger away and he can hear the frustration in Tommy's breath. 

"Just sit baby, lemme taste you."

He grabs Tommy's hips gently but firm, pulling him closer until-

"Holy shit." Tommy groans, and Sal couldn't agree more. He shuts his eyes and takes his fill, pushing further than where his finger had been, using the widest part of his tongue to open Tommy up as far as humanly possible. He can't help but hum, teasing all the nerve endings he can with gentle vibration. 

It has the intended effect. 

Tommy's thighs squeeze around his ears, enough so that all Sal can hear is the rush of blood in Tommy's veins, and the lewd sounds his own tongue makes inside him. 

It's so intoxicating he almost blows the whole thing before the main event, only falling back to earth when Tommy's hand runs through his hair and tugs. 

"Fuck Sal, I'm ready I'm ready I swear."

----

np tagging: @cliophilyra @reluctantwerewolfbuckley @bangpop91 @fenrirscarsback @kinardsevan

[dear-sidney]

🧠 PLEASE PLEASEEEEE 😍😍😍

it's amazing how much i can work on something my brain hasn't wanted to for a while when its avoiding working on something I don't want to work on more lol. Anyway, amnesia fic lives!!

---

"I'd ask if you were sober enough to take your car but I think drinking is kinda a pre-req of drinking and driving."

"Oh shut up." Tommy rolls his eyes and Sal rises to wave for Hen and Chim's attention. 

It is a little easier now after some shifts under his belt to communicate with the gang without actual words. Shrugging his jacket on and gesturing toward the door seems to do the trick, especially when he gets two thumbs up in return from the corner where Chim is working on a trick shot.

[deathtown]

The Swallow (2026)

[kaleidoscope-vol2]

This could possibly be when she first sees Langdon.

[dear-sidney]

New chapter of the swallow and we have entered E rating territory

The next days pass just like that with barely an atom of space between them, making the most out of their synchronized long weekend. The only changes to their routines are for the better. Tommy doesn’t sleep out on the couch anymore, Sal’s head doesn’t leave his lap during movie nights, spots in the home gym quickly turn into make out sessions and shared showers, and breakfasts at the kitchen island are now eaten with their ankles twisted around each other like they’re trying not to get separated by a current. 

And really that’s how Sal feels. Swept. His emptied mind filled up with Tommy. 

read more on ao3