Look, I don't write much. It's sparse in here. But what is here, is lots of fluff and joy and love. And the odd Pedro boy being fluffy and joyful and lovable...and cheeky.
Everything is rated G or maybe T for Teen. Warnings for anything higher will be listed as needed.
*🎄New for Dec 2025* Why do You Delight in Torturing Me? (multiple P-boy crossover, rated 🌶️)
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This is just to let everybody know that for Pride Month of 2026, the Ebooks Direct Pride Package has been really ridiculously discounted.
...From the product page:
This package contains all our Middle Kingdoms material—some of the first LGBTQ-representing epic fantasy in the 20th-century fantasy field, now continuing into the 21st. It also contains the matter-of-fact exit from the (contextual) closet of two of the best-loved characters in the Young Wizards universe—Advisory wizards Tom Swale and Carl Romeo, on their first canonically-"out" venture as a couple.
The main part of the collection spans more than forty years, from the publication of Diane Duane's two-time Astounding Award finalist The Door Into Fire, first published in 1979, through its main-sequence sequels (both also Gaylaxic Spectrum Awards Hall of Fame winners) The Door Into Shadow and The Door Into Sunset, to 2018's and 2019's interstitial Tales of the Five novels, The Levin-Gad and The Landlady.
The collection also includes such otherwise hard to find short works as Lior and the Sea and the two current volumes of the "Sirronde's World" group, The Span and Parting Gifts.* And finally, it also includes the Middle Kingdoms novelette Overdue (Tales of the Middle Kingdoms #2), and the short Young Wizards work Owl Be Home For Christmas.
All that for $19.99? Seriously, I need my head felt! So please go validate my mental state by buying the package.
And happy Pride!
(Meanwhile, the project for the course of the month is to put all the major queer, bi, and/or ace characters in my various series into that shot. Just added: Mevraen, Wyn and Eftgan. Now to get Lissa and Matt and Matt's boyfriend in there...) 😏
(And the usual sorrowful reminder: With regret, we must remind any UK viewers of this product that, due to Brexit, we can no longer sell ebooks directly into the UK. Our apologies.)
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if you'd like to show support, here are some upcoming queer books:
When Life Gives You Corpses is a brilliant YA about a cursed praying mantis who falls for a young witch. Yield Under Great Persuasion is a raunchy, but surprisingly sweet story about two men repairing their relationship. Fabulous Bodies is a horror story about a queer rockstar rising from the dead.
This is Where the Future Bleeds is a fantasy set in a vividly imagined land, where two women (who happen to kiss) are the key to healing the broken sky. You're No Better is a story about a teen struggling in the shadow of his murderous parent. Oil on Canvas is about a woman who finds disturbing paintings in the home of her dead mother.
and then here's a list of 26 queer books by Black authors set to publish this year, and a 10 upcoming books by trans authors. if you want to fight back against queer censorship, use your wallet! or (if that's not an option) you can contact your local library and ask them to stock a copy.
In addition: looking for indie publishers and queer bookshops is a great way to find and support queer authors and stories of so many infinite varieties! (The following suggestions are based on my UK-centric knowledge)
(Some) Queer Presses:
Lurid Editions are "a publishing project committed to intentional and conscientious acts of archival repair". They are "attentive to how marginalised histories are forgotten and remembered, [and] hungry to rediscover overlooked queer books". They've just received funding from Arts Council England to engage queer readers in a project to contribute to the archive!
Cipher Press "We’re really keen on the idea that queer and minority stories are for everybody, and we want to make our books – and the stories they tell - accessible to all" (what an amazing mission statement!)
Anamot Press "Anamot [Անամոթ] means shameless in Armenian. Anamot Press publishes poetry and prose on intersecting experiences of gender, sexuality, race, migration, class, belonging and loss - with no shame."
(Some) Queer Bookshops
Queer Lit Oh man, I remember when this was just a tiny little shop, and now they're the biggest LGBT+ bookshop in Europe! They do amazing work in donating books about being trans to schools and parliament! They have a pay-it-forward board that will make you sob with its notes of love and support. (You can tell I wish I still lived nearby)
Lighthouse For Scottish friends - "a queer-owned and woman led independent community bookshop. We are an unapologetically activist, intersectional, feminist, antiracist, lgbtq+ community space"
Gay's The Word The OG Queer bookshop in the UK. One day I will make my pilgrimage!!
This really is just a tiny snapshot of all the amazing work of celebration and resistance that's being done for Queer literature at the moment. We live in frightening times, but I promise there is still lots of love and joy and hope out there in spaces like these. Support them in whatever way you can!!
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
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You Keep Going for the Family You Find... And The One That Finds You
PART TWO IN THE A FRIEND OF A FRIEND SERIES
PART ONE HERE | MASTERLIST HERE
A/N: Listen, I am aware that I have about 6 bazillion other things to be working on but the heart wants what the heart wants and the heart wanted the next installment in this fly by the seat of my pants series, so here she is. (Never fear, Skira will be the next update, likely this Friday!)
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Joel and Ellie push on to Bill and Frank's house. Finding it empty, they add an impromtu stop on their journey west, and Joel examines what it means to go on for those who can't.
“So is this person family, too?”
The girl’s question sliced through the silence that had fallen over the cab of the old truck as it rumbled across the gravelly, weed-stricken remnants of Hwy 117 West, catching Joel off guard.
His thoughts had been on Tess - on how all he had left of her was the promise he made regarding his current cargo, and the fact that with Bill and Frank gone, and Tommy’s fate uncertain, keeping her memory alive rested fully on his shoulders. He was the only one left who knew the slant of her smirk or the kind of things that put it there. He was the only one who knew about her penchant for trashy old romance novels, the only one familiar with the sound of her hum as she washed dishes or cleaned her gun, the only soul to swipe salty tears from her cheeks on nights when she couldn’t keep up the facade. He was the only one left who knew Tess, and not just the hardened survivor she had become.
But that wasn’t quite true.
He cleared his throat and glanced over at his passenger, the girl’s eyes trained expectantly on him as she waited for his answer. The ghost of disappointment over his response to whether or not he saw her as family still lingered there, but it wasn’t enough to stifle her inquisitive nature. A pang of guilt struck dully through his chest, and Joel recognized it as the vestigial need to put her mind at ease the way he would have done for his own daughter in another lifetime. It faded quickly. She wasn’t Sarah, and his heart had already reached its limit on the number of times it could break without killing him, so he couldn’t afford to let her inside of it.
The look on his face must have given her the impression that he hadn’t heard her question, so she asked it again. “The tomato lady.” She blinked, clearing the wispy disappointment from her eyes as she resituated herself in the seat. “If we’re taking a detour just to deliver a letter to her then you must give a shit. So do you see her as family?”
Joel frowned and considered her question as your face filled his memory. He hadn’t seen you in just under a year, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d had a conversation with you that lasted more than five minutes. But those few conversations had been warm and welcome ones, ones held around the table at Bill and Frank’s over a well-cooked meal and a bottle of wine he’d be helpless to remember the name of, ones that fostered laughter and made the prospect of soldiering on in a rotten, broken down world seem more worthwhile. You’d become special to Bill and Frank, the pair often talking about you when you weren’t there, so even though he hadn’t spent a ton of time with you, Joel still felt like he knew you.
Like you, in a small way, knew him.
Moreover, you knew Tess. She, like Frank, had been far more receptive to the idea of growing their social circle beyond the four of them, and you and she had hit it off from the start. He saw how easily she let you in, how you provided a kind of friendship for her that he simply couldn’t. He saw how unguarded she was with you, even in just those handful of times you’d all been together. He noticed an uptick in her mood on days when they knew you’d be at Bill and Frank’s, and though he, like Bill, had bristled at first when it came to including you in their lives, Joel knew that Tess never had.
Joel thought back to the day he met you, a coincidental crossing of paths during an unscheduled trade run, the stress of getting back to Boston as quickly as possible to get Tess out of lockup hanging over his head as Frank introduced you to him. You’d given him a smile then, even though all he could muster in return was a scowl, one that he wore until he and Tess were back in their apartment, thin early-morning sunlight peeking through the shades.
“Did you know Bill and Frank have been talkin’ to other people? Invitin’ ‘em over?”
She had asked him what had crawled up his ass to put such a look on his face, and that’s how he’d answered.
Letting out a huff, she sunk into the battered couch cushions. “It’s just one other person, but yeah.” She said your name then. “She lives a few hours west of them. Frank found her on the radio, same as us. I met her when I was there last month, actually, and-”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Joel shifted his weight to one leg, hand resting on his hip.“How do we know we can trust her?”
He could feel the deep furrows cutting into his forehead. It wasn’t anger. Tess was her own person and he didn’t presume to think that he had any sort of control over her, or over whom she spoke to. It was more a failure to understand why she wouldn’t have mentioned you beforehand. He would have told her. Then again, he told her everything.
Tess sighed, scrubbing one palm down over her face. “I figured you’d meet her eventually.” She let out another puff of air that only he would know was actually a laugh. “I know your stance on stranger danger, so I knew you wouldn’t be thrilled about it. You’re not what I’d call a social butterfly, Joel.” She shrugged and gave him a look that he knew meant that there was nothing he could say to refute it. “As far as trust? She’s a widowed tomato gardener who lives on her own in the middle of an abandoned town. She’s not exactly a threat to our operation. Besides, Bill trusts her, and he’s even more paranoid than you are, so that’s gotta count for something.”
Though she was exhausted and dirty and there was a bruise forming on her left cheek from the events that led up to her capture, she hit him with that smirk he knew so well and that was all it took for him to drop his wariness.
As he got to know you over time, he realized that Frank and Bill and Tess were right to have trusted you, to have let you in. He realized that he had unwittingly done the same. So when he and the girl he’d promised Tess he would get out of Boston and into the hands of someone who could take her to the Fireflies arrived to find nothing but a locked bedroom door and two sealed envelopes on the table, Joel didn’t even think twice about what he had to do. You deserved to know. You deserved to hear the news from someone you trusted. And as far as he knew, he was the only one left who fit that description for you.
“There’s another letter here,” the girl had said after reading Bill’s farewell out loud. She sniffed, shuffling the envelope so she could read out your name. “Who’s that?”
Joel’s eyes flicked involuntarily to a shelf in the kitchen where he knew he’d find a few jars of your homemade sauce. He thought back to the last book he’d seen Tess reading, some faded and dog-eared paperback with Fabio on the cover that he knew she’d gotten from you. He recalled the pleasant surprise he felt when you’d referred to yourself as his friend and he found that the description fit.
“She’s a friend,” Joel stated, reaching his hand out for her to pass him the letters. Her eyebrows flew up in shock as she gave them to him, clearly not expecting to hear the word friend come out of his mouth. He cleared his throat and shoved both envelopes into his pocket. “A friend of Bill and Frank’s.”
And Tess’.
And mine.
He left out the full truth and the girl’s shock vanished. “Oh. Well, then why are you taking it? Shouldn’t we leave it where she can find it?”
He sighed. “She lives in the direction we’re headed. We’ll drop it off on our way outta Massachusetts.”
“You know where she lives?”
“Roughly.”
“Roughly?”
“I know which town she’s in and what street she’s on, and I know she’s got a big greenhouse full of tomatoes in her yard. Won’t be too hard to find.”
She’d tried to ask more questions then but Joel put a stop to the seemingly endless stream, telling her that he’d need some time to get the truck battery ready and that she should grab what she could from the house. To her credit, the girl dropped the topic of you and your relevance in his life. Within a few hours they’d both cleaned up and gathered what they’d need for the journey, and then they hit the road.
That’s when the girl’s questions picked back up. When she’d asked about Tommy, which had led to Tess and finally herself, receiving the answers of “family”, “like family” and “cargo” respectively. Which had led back to you. “You must give a shit. So is she like family?”
His nod came before he knew he was moving, but despite the fact that this was the first time he acknowledged it, Joel felt how true his response was. “Yeah. Guess she is.”
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Tommy’s never been quiet about where he stands. He thinks that their best bet is to try to find a settlement, to walk in careful and earn a place and pray it isn’t filled with cultists. He knows that he and Joel can get on the way they’ve been living just fine – they’re used to scraping by. But Ellie - the kid needs more. She needs space to grow, to feel safe. She needs a home. Tommy clings to the idea that there are still good people left in this world – he has to believe that, or else what’s the point in continuing on?
But Joel wants no part of what he clearly thinks is Tommy’s delusion. He scoffs, calls him naive. He insists they’ll manage, because they’ve always managed. The idea of trusting strangers, of putting Ellie inside anyone else’s walls, under anyone else’s rules – it rubs Joel raw. He doesn’t say it out loud, but Tommy hears it anyway: no one can protect her like I do.
And maybe that’s true. But maybe that’s not the point anymore.
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Tommy Miller never left the Fireflies, but Joel and Ellie found him anyway. After the events of Salt Lake City, the three of them find themselves stranded in the wilds of Teton County, Wyoming.
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Sequel to Bleed to Love Her, and no, I can't believe I'm doing this to myself, either.
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Hello!! Here's my piece for @the-blind-assassin-12 's A Picture is Worth 1000 Words writing challenge! She gave me this lovely picture of a sea turtle. And with how much I love animals, it felt perfect for me. As soon as I decided I was going to write Joel for this, this idea popped into my mind. I don't usually go for pregnancy fics, but I had fun writing this one. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it!
Thank you, @schnarfer, for being the best writing buddy ever and checking this for me, and to @bergamote-catsandbooks and @milla-frenchy, for listening to my ramblings. Love you!♥️
Masterlist // AO3
pairing: no-outbreak Joel Miller x fem!able bodied pregnant reader
summary: Joel learns something during a weekend getaway
word count: 1100 (a little bit higher than I planned, lol)
tags/warnings: fluff, two people in love, Joel had Sarah when he was a bit older in here, I imagine Sarah being around 5-6 years old, Joel had her a little later than in canon, he's around 30-31 now, for me, the reader has the same age, but it's not specified, so feel free to imagine any age, no physical descriptions of the reader, but she wears a dress and is pregnant, family of choice, I've never been to the place named in this story, so every description is a product of my imagination, no use Y/N
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
It's been a long time since Joel has visited a place like this, years since he's strolled through an aquarium's dimly lit hallways. They are different from the ones he explored long ago, but still similar, still colored with the same calming shades of azure, thanks to the gigantic tanks of pristine water that thrive with the ocean's wildlife.
He's changed so much since then. He'd been a boy, even if he dared to call himself a man, whose only worries had been keeping Tommy out of trouble and graduating from high school. Not an adult. Not a father. Not a husband. When he still dared to entertain the dream of becoming a singer.
Joel keeps walking, unhurriedly stepping into a bigger room with high walls and comfortable chairs to sit around, his gaze seeking his most cherished treasures: his daughter and wife. It doesn't take much to find them, always attuned to them, to be bestowed a mesmerizing sight he knows he will never tire of contemplating, of adoring.
Sarah is standing on the other side of the room, fascinated by what she's looking at, talking to her mother as she points at something inside the water. The bond between them, one carved not by blood but by choice, glows vibrantly and alive as they laugh together, filling Joel's heart with so much joy it sketches a smile on his face.
The two of them, dressed in matching flowery summer dresses and sneakers, beckon him, guide him through the space and the people scattered around the room.
Joel steps behind his wife. Her body welcomes him as soon as he invades her personal space, recognizing him instantly and leaning against him once his hands cradle her belly, ripe and heavy, carrying his child, barely four weeks away from the due date. He takes the weight of her belly on his palms, using the strength of his arms to lift it enough to relieve her body for a spell, feeling her sigh against his chest in gratitude as they start to sway, side to side.
“You doin’ ok, Sweetheart?” He whispers, nuzzling her neck, pressing his nose just below her ear, where her scent is thicker, filling his lungs with the fresh whiffs of honey and vanilla of her body lotion.
She rolls her eyes. Annoyed, but also fond and loving. Understanding of Joel's anxieties, his worry about how today could strain her body. “Yes, as I’ve been the last twenty times you’ve asked me.” He chuckles, apologising with a kiss on her cheek as she keeps talking. “Sarah is having a good time.” Joel looks down at Sarah, sitting beside the glass, staring at the sea turtles.
There are three of them swimming close. Healthy and big. They move with grace, as if they were flying, with resilience and a quiet, but mighty strength.
“Yes. We did well in coming here for the weekend.”
Their weekend getaway was rooted in the desire to give Sarah a little adventure before the baby was born, and their lives became chaotic for a while. Sarah's only request had been to visit the aquarium, which served as the perfect excuse to drive for a couple of hours to Corpus Christy so they could visit the Texas State Aquarium and enjoy the beaches and the sea now that the summer had begun. And the heat was still pleasant and welcomed.
"Yes," she agrees, still swaying a little. “I have a question, though.” Joel hums in answer, looking at the turtles, content to enjoy the peace these gentle giants transmit. “I was thinking…”
"About?" Joel wonders, his curiosity awoken by the tone, the hints of excitement in her voice.
“Sophia or Irene?” She asks, carefully watching Joel's expression transform, his confusion melt into surprise and bewilderment.
“What?” It's his turn to ask, not daring to assume what those names mean, needing her to say it out loud as his heart drums underneath his sternum and his blood pulsates in his veins.
“For the baby.” Her hands caress her belly, tenderly roaming the covered skin as they land on top of Joel's, weaving their fingers together. "They mean wisdom and peace. Respectively. Have I ever told you that the sea turtles were my grandma's favourite animal?" She explains, cherishing the memories of the woman who taught her to cook and helped raise her. "She once told me that those are some of the symbols sea turtles are related to. And those names are on our list. Maybe it's a silly reason to choose our daughter's name, but Sophia has been on my mind a lot these past days."
“Sophia?” Joel’s astonishment floods his voice.
“Yeah…”
“We’re having a girl?” He asks again, needing to hear her state it once more.
“Yes,” she admits, the corner of her mouth pulled up, sheepish and unrepentant, caught in her mischief, but too ecstatic to care. Her teeth nibble her lower lip, waiting for Joel's reaction. “I'm sorry. I know we said we’d wait until she was born, but when I went back inside the doctor's office at the last appointment to grab my purse, I couldn't stop myself, and I asked the doctor."
“Another girl, uh? Fuck.” Joel buries his face in her shoulder, trying to contain the wave of emotion flooding him. He fails, the awe in his voice, the tears dampening her skin, and his shaking body betray him as he squeezes her harder against him. Elated, blissfully happy at the news, already certain of how thrilled Sarah will be.
The giggles flee from her ribs, too big and powerful to contain, as she nods, pressing her cheek to Joel's curls, with no rush to move, giving Joel the safety to stay still as her revelation sinks into his bones.
Before, when fate slashed him deep enough to scar his soul, when being forsaken took on a new meaning, sharper and viler. And he became a single father, barely sleeping, working as many hours as his body could endure, constantly feeling like he was drowning, failing constantly, unfit, never good enough to be a father as Sarah's milestones kept coming, suffocating him with his anxiety: the first word, the first steps, the teething, the first cold and stomach bugs, the first cut deep enough to need stitches. He never thought he could have this, a confidant, a best friend, a lover, a wife with whom to face any obstacle together, with whom to raise Sarah, and welcome more children into their family.
His person had appeared when he least expected. She had been a wave of fresh air, a kindred spirit who saw him, understood him in a way that had never happened to him, bewitching him, healing his scars with patience and love.
And as he moves, grinning, gazing at her before leaning forward, ravenous for her lips, he's certain, with an unwavering faith. His life hadn't turned out as he expected or dreamed of. However, he's on the winning side.
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