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I’ve been working on an Omegaverse story that I plan to self-publish one day. I still have a lot of work ahead (LOL), but I’m doing it—and I’m both excited and terrified.

BUT I WILL DO IT!!

AFTER.. I take a short break from writing canon.

Recently, I was diagnosed with Autism. As an adult woman, the discovery has completely rocked my world. (i also loved that my doctor called it a discovery and not a diagnosis)

Everything feels so much louder lately. I cry more. I feel everything more. I get frustrated more. It’s like I suddenly see how much of my life has been spent in survival mode—learning how to adapt, how to mask, how to become someone else just to get through the day.

There’s still so much to learn.

I am still processing.

But I’m trying. I’m moving forward.

I’m giving myself space to be.

One of the ways I’ve been processing is through writing. I’ve always poured myself into my characters—but now, I’m exploring a little multiverse offshoot, one where a certain character (who’s always carried a big part of me) starts to uncover some of the same truths I’ve only just begun to face.

So yeah… long post.

But I wrote something. A little scene (that turned into something bigger. it always does when I am writing lol) . A moment between Kieran and Bash, outside of canon. It helped me process some of this.

And maybe… it might help someone else feel seen too.

I think I’m gonna post it here. I’m nervous.

🌀 Multiverse Moment Not canon. Just processing. Just feelings. Kieran | Soulmate Energy

Sometimes love makes you retreat. Not because it’s fading. But because it’s everywhere and you don’t know where you went. This one’s soft. Sad. Soulmate-heavy. Told through Kieran’s quiet ache. (and mine)

It wasn’t dramatic.

Kieran still showed up when he was supposed to.  Still cracked jokes at the right moments. Still shared space like nothing had changed.

But something had.

He stopped asking Eli to listen to new music drafts. Didn’t tap his shoulder when he walked  by. Didn’t stay for late-night hangouts just to exist next to him. 

He started keeping more to himself.

It wasn’t exactly cold… Just—contained. 

Elias felt it immediately. Like all the gravity around him had just shifted.

He didn’t say anything at first. He wouldn’t push. It wasn’t their style.

But he watched. And waited. 

And wondered if Kieran was slipping through his fingers on purpose.

Kieran didn’t mean to. 

He just needed to believe he could breathe without depending on someone else’s lungs. He needed to remember where he ended and Elias began. Even if those lines had been blurred from the start. 

But every time Elias looked at him for a little too long, Kieran felt it.

That knowing.

That ache.

That impossible tether between them.

But it made him retreat even further.

Because how do you explain that you’re pulling away not because you’ve stopped needing someone...

🌀 Multiverse moment. Not canon. Zeke + Bash | Quiet Spiral Just processing some feelings through my boys again.

After Kieran’s quiet spiral downstairs, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Bash and Zeke would react once they were alone. They’re always tuned in—just… soft about it. No pressure. No pushing. Just love, presence, and patience. This little moment isn’t loud, but it means a lot. Something’s shifting. And they feel it, too.

Later, upstairs, Zeke was changing into sleep clothes when Bash spoke up from across the room.

“Kieran said something weird tonight.”

Zeke looked over, pulling a white T-shirt over his head. “Weird how?”

Bash sat on the edge of the bed, eyes distant, head hung low.  “Not like… funny weird. He was quieter than normal. He feels like something’s wrong with him. But not in a self-hating way—more like he’s trying to figure something out.”

Zeke stilled, that small wrinkle forming between his brows. “Did he say why?”

“No. He brushed it off right after.” Bash shook his head. “He acted like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. But something… feels… heavy..”

Zeke didn’t respond at first. Then slowly turned, catching the quiet worry on Bash’s face.

He exhaled, thoughtful, and made his way over. When he sat beside Bash, the bed dipped under his weight—just enough for Bash to lean in, like second nature.

Bash sighed in contentment. His alpha always helped ease the noise.

“We’ll keep an eye on him, like we always do,” Zeke said finally. “Not hover. Just… be there. For when he’s ready to let something out.”

Bash nodded. “Yeah. Okay. We can do that.”

🌀 Multiverse moment. Not canon. Kieran + Bash | Quiet Spiral Processing through character voice.

Sometimes you don’t realize how much you’ve been carrying until someone notices you’re tired. This is one of those moments.

The kitchen was quiet. Not uncomfortable, just... quiet.

Bash was drying dishes at the sink. And Kieran was wiping down the counter, slow and aimless like his thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

“You ever think something’s wrong with you,” Kieran asked, not looking up, “but... not in the dramatic, self-loathing kind of way. Just—quietly. Logically. Like you’ve always known something was off… But you don’t have a name for it?.”

Bash paused mid-dry, holding a plate like it might break from the weight of that sentence. 

“I mean,” Kieran added quickly, as if trying to take it back, “I know I’m weird. That’s not news. But I just—" He stopped. Sighed. Shook his head. "Forget it.”

Bash didn’t move for a second. Then gently placed the plate down, set the towel aside, and turned to face him.

“I won’t pretend to know what that means for you,” he said, voice soft, “but I do know you’re not broken. And if something is different... maybe it’s not wrong. Maybe it’s just... real.”

Kieran blinked. Like he’d been caught in a fog he didn’t realize he was in. His mouth opened, then shut again.

“That wasn’t what I meant to say,” he muttered. “I don’t even know where that came from.”

Bash smiled—not pitying, not pushing. Just gentle. “Maybe it came from somewhere that’s tired of holding everything in.”

They stood there for a moment, the silence heavier than before, but not worse.

“Thanks,” Kieran said, almost too quietly.

Bash just nodded and picked the towel back up.

But later that night—separately, quietly—they both thought about it again.

But like… writing is the only thing that keeps you going..

Hi, i’m Fable Lennix— writer of soul-deep bonds, found family, and omegaverse stories where healing takes time and love shows up in unexpected places.