cationixwrites

This is my corner of tumblr for whatever ship or story is currently taking over my brain. I write under cationix on ao3 → check out my work if you want

what you’ll find here: ✦ fic updates ✦ mood boards, playlists, snippets ✦ writing talk + thoughts because I have them ✦ Edits, reblogs, etc. from whatever fandom spiral I’m in

The final chapter of Crucible is out now.

As the Chantry shakes and the Circles teeter, Divine Justinia V begins preparing for what must endure beyond the coming fracture.

She invokes a rite drawn from the oldest Andrastian traditions, calling upon Cassandra and Leliana to stand as her Hands and hold the balance. The vow between them is holy, and the future will be forged within it.

Chapter 2 of What We Are: Part Two is out now!

Chapter 1 of What We Are: Part 2 is live now!

Following the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur and Hermione are closer than ever and somehow further apart. While Hermione works with Harry and Ron to prepare for the coming war, Fleur earns her place among the rebels of the Order of the Phoenix. As Voldemort's shadow lengthens and the Order mobilizes, every fleeting contact is a distraction neither can afford—and neither can resist.

Chapter 12 of Have Heart, My Dear is out now.

Chapter 11 of Have Heart, My Dear is out now.

Regina makes the choices she’s been circling, Emma listens, and the ground they’re standing on finally starts to move.

Sweetness on her tongue. A name she never stopped tasting. A line she can’t un-cross.

Chapter 10 of Have Heart, My Dear is out now.

Regina reaches for change, Emma makes a promise she might not be able to keep, and the distance between what’s right and what’s real narrows to a single breath.

I’ve studied the craft for years. I’ve read books, taken courses, dissected stories, written until the sun came up, and somehow, I still suck at it.

But that’s kind of the magic, right? You never get to the finish line. Every sentence is a small act of discovery: of language, of self, of how thought becomes shape. You learn how rhythm shapes meaning, how silence can carry emotion, how to draw life out of words.

Writing is both creation and excavation.

Emma Swan came to Boston for a clean slate. Boston Mercy blew that up on day one in the form of Regina Mills, her college sweetheart. The slate isn’t clean, but it might still be a second chance. If she can stop running from it.

Have Heart, My Dear — a Swan Queen medical drama AU. Trauma Surgeon Attending Emma × Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery Regina. Found family • Second chance romance • Healing • And so much pining you could build a house.

Chapter 8 is live!

Yesterday changed everything, and they both know it. Regina’s finally trying to make up for all this mess—and Emma isn’t sure whether to believe her or run.

Excerpt:

Boston was supposed to be clean slate. New city. New hospital. Do the work. Go home alone. Keep the lines straight.

Boston Mercy blew that up on day one.

Last night she lay on her cold mattress, staring at the ceiling until she couldn’t take it anymore. She ended up scrolling job boards until her thumb cramped, telling herself lies about fresh starts in other zip codes. But she hadn’t meant any of it. She knew that. 

Just like she knew Cassie had changed the math. Sixteen, chewed up by foster care, down a spleen, a heart giving out too soon. Someone had to see her through. It had landed in her chest and rooted there.

And against every warning bell in her head, Regina had changed the math too. Dropped it at her feet, years late and heavy enough to bruise. Blamed Cora. Blamed fear. Blamed the threat of losing the scholarship she had clawed her way into and fought twice as hard to keep. And it all sounded like the truth she’d been swallowing since the day she walked out.

She’d called it her worst mistake.

They were the words she had once wanted more than anything. But now they went down like sludge, thickened by all the years they’d gone unsaid. Wanting them now felt like betrayal of the version of herself that had survived without them. So she drove harder, faster, pounding pavement until the ache in her thighs spoke louder than memory.

What if she believed her? What if that was enough to keep her here? And if it was… then what?

The hospital came into view, solid against the dark. She slowed to a jog, then to a walk. Sweat cooled on her neck, hair plastered damp to her temples. Steam lifted from a vent, curling into the pre-dawn.

Hey Swan Queen fam 👋

Are there any active SQ Discord servers out there right now? I’d love to join some spaces that are alive and kicking, meet people, and talk fic/shows/headcanons with folks who are still around.

I didn't know you were on tumblr!

Behind on my chapters catching up soon cause I know I'm going to love it.

-Meow

Hi! Great to see you here. I just made my way back to Tumblr after being active back in 2012. Figured it was time to start fresh and dive back into fandom.

Your bones lie sleeping, here All alone, sweet poison And with your name on the tip of my tongue Your arms around me Don't let them tell you that I never cared You're all that I see

I believe in this love, you race in my heart In your infinite eyes, that familiar spark In a world full of light, we can live in the dark Don't you forget, my love, I've been yours from the start