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[affectionatelyrs]

Seven Sentence Sunday

*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Alright

Happy Sunday y'all! :) Sorry I haven't been too active recently (but what's new). Just know that I've been lurking and I adore seeing what everyone has been posting

Thank you so much to @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @myheartalivewrites @magicandarchery

and @kiwiana-writes for the tags today, and @welcometololaland @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sherryvalli @itsmaybitheway

@msmarvelouswinchester @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise and @suseagull04 for the various tags this past week

So like, yeah, I should be working on my fic for the rbb, but instead i did a complete 180 and said let's make Alex be in a parasocial relationship that borders on obsession with Prince Henry. And then Rhys was like... can I join? So, surprise, y'all get another co-written fic, but this time it’s... not so fluffy. This snippet made us feel a bit insane, and where's the fun in easing y'all into the discomfort of this fic. That being said, completely understandable if this isn't y'alls cup of tea - no pressure to read/interact if so. Also, there is... ahem... more to this snippet. I said that I wasn't going to ease y'all in, but I'm not going to punch you in the face either

James kind of sucked. Alex had gone out to a bar, met the man on the dancefloor, let him order Alex a vodka soda despite his preference for gin. Let him kiss the taste of his off his lips in the corner stall. Let him trace it down his length after. Alex left minutes later with ten digits crumpled up in his front pocket, where they stayed until he found a bin out front. Went to another bar. Introduced himself to someone lurking in the corner, reserved, with pretty eyes. Just a shade too light, though—a shame, but they’d do just fine. Alex tilted his chin up to get them to look up from the floor, leaned in to get his name, felt disappointment when he told Alex it was Thomas. Then, unmitigated fucking delight when he later revealed that all his friends called him by his last name: George. But he had thin lips, and his stubble was too scratchy. There was an accent he couldn’t place, and it stuck to the inside of his ears, the sound discordant. It made Alex feel fucking weird. So, he went home. Where he now lies in bed, tucked under blue checkered sheets, a Burberry scarf clutched in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his dick.

Open tag, but tagging a few people below the cut too

@anchoredarchangel @smc-27 @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hillerskas @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy

@whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells

@inexplicablymine @orchidscript @cultofsappho @nocoastposts and @matherines

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I tripped into a new WIP document again, whoops. This one is even more self-indulgent than usual (which is fucking saying something) aaaaaaaaaaand I already had a wee cry writing the end of it—and yes, the end was almost the first thing I wrote. I'M SURE IT'S FINE. I also made a moodboard for Inspiration Weekend earlier today, and while I think the snippet below will give pretty much everyone a good GENERAL idea of what I'm doing here, the moodboard + a couple of other little meta hints will be enough for those in the know to figure out more SPECIFICALLY what I'm doing here (and therefore why I had a weep writing the ending).

“It’s called NORA.” Henry barely spares Alex a glance, heading straight for the controls; he and NORA know each other well enough by now that she hums to life under his palms. “Navigational Oscillation of Relative Astronomy. And before you ask, no, I didn’t come up with the name. I’d tell you to take it up with the Time Lords, but…” he trails off as Alex gasps loudly, realising too late that he forgot to warn the man before opening the doors.  “It’s… bigger! On the inside! From the outside it looks small, but then inside… all this space!” There’s something odd about the way Alex is holding himself—his too-bright expression as he looks around, the way his palm presses to the centre of his chest instead of over his heart—but Henry doesn’t have time to figure it out, nor to hold this stranger’s hand through a fairly basic level of dimensional transcendentality. His Alex is running around out there somewhere, wearing god-knows-which of his dozen faces and liable to return to NORA at some point. And if he finds out Henry’s here… He knows exactly what will happen if Alex—his Alex—finds him. Henry’s not an idiot, and his diary is almost full.  But that’s a problem for another time. Right now, he has a job to do. And this man who invited himself along, with the right name and the wrong face, is nothing short of a distraction.

Is tagging still borked? Who's to say.

Tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius

@clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n

@getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart

@inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @piratefalls

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27

@sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[myheartalivewrites]

Seven(ish) sentence/inspiration Sunday

Hi everyone! Happy Sunday!

I'm gearing up to start posting my RBB fic soon, and so it feels like about time to start teasing it. It's a late-Victorian AU, set over a week at a house party at the Duke of Windsor's (aka Philip) house, where a mouthy American meets a blond English aristocrat--and just about everything he thought he knew about himself gets turned upside down.

This is Foxden Park:

“I maintain that you owe me big time for letting you drag me to this.” “No, but you’re my protector,” June says dramatically. “The guardian of my virtue, the keeper of the family’s honour! Without you, how could I ever leave the house safely? How could I be trusted to not ruin myself and drag the whole lot of us into disrepute?” He wiggles his eyebrows at her. Of the two of them, he’s certain she’s the least likely to cause any sort of reputational damage. “Do you know who this Henry is who’s just arrived?” “The younger brother, I think,” June says. “Bea says he’s a delight.” “Oh, great. Is he an earl too? A count? Please tell me he’s not a fucking prince.”

Inspo below--I'm working with an artist for this, but this is my own little collection of images for this fic.

Here’s a million tags for people who’ve tagged me lately and also tagging you all for this week!@thesleepyskipper @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @welcometololaland

@fullsunsets @heysweetheart-writes @duchessdepolignaca03 @bitbybitwrites @itsmaybitheway

@indestructibleheart @porcelainmortal @affectionatelyrs @orchidscript

@14carrotghoul @cha-melodius @tailsbeth-writes @cultofsappho @read-and-write- @sherryvalli

@onetwistedmiracle @tintagel-or-cockleshells @stereopticons @cricketnationrise @zwiazdziarka

@dumbpeachjuice @cheesecurdsgravyandfries and anyone else who fancies joining in

Have a good week! 😘

[anincompletelist]

sunday sentences :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @magicandarchery

@firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags today! y'all have so many fun and cool things in the works!

today I offer up another bit of something that was supposed to be for kinktober but has unraveled into something with plot and feelings (no one is surprised) so it may be out sooner than that?? WHO KNOWS ANYWAY ENJOY xx

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Henry gazes down at the dusty maps, the faded lines he and his father had drawn connecting the points, the scrawled notes out to the side, more passion imbued into these old papers than any of his work at the station. It feels as if he’s showing Alex a piece of his own heart on the page, his throat tight and face warm. 

“I know they aren’t perfect, but—” 

“This one,” Alex points to a spot before he can finish, gazing at the map longingly. “This is my home.” 

The breath catches in his throat. 

“Orion,” Henry breathes.

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tagging back all of the lovely folks who ALSO tagged me last wednesday when I was under the (mental) weather ksjdhksjhd I APPRECIATE YOU ALL AND WILL GET AROUND TO READING THEM I PROMISE <333 (AND for the beautiful inspiration weekend posts <333) + a few others!

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @agostobuwan @henryspearl

@captainjunglegym @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @nocoastposts

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @priincebutt

@msmarvelouswinchester @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland

@onthewaytosomewhere @oxfordslutphase @rmd-writes @theprinceandagcd

@orchidscript @affectionatelyrs

xx

[anincompletelist]

sunday sentences :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @magicandarchery

@firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags today! y'all have so many fun and cool things in the works!

today I offer up another bit of something that was supposed to be for kinktober but has unraveled into something with plot and feelings (no one is surprised) so it may be out sooner than that?? WHO KNOWS ANYWAY ENJOY xx

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Henry gazes down at the dusty maps, the faded lines he and his father had drawn connecting the points, the scrawled notes out to the side, more passion imbued into these old papers than any of his work at the station. It feels as if he’s showing Alex a piece of his own heart on the page, his throat tight and face warm. 

“I know they aren’t perfect, but—” 

“This one,” Alex points to a spot before he can finish, gazing at the map longingly. “This is my home.” 

The breath catches in his throat. 

“Orion,” Henry breathes.

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tagging back all of the lovely folks who ALSO tagged me last wednesday when I was under the (mental) weather ksjdhksjhd I APPRECIATE YOU ALL AND WILL GET AROUND TO READING THEM I PROMISE <333 (AND for the beautiful inspiration weekend posts <333) + a few others!

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @agostobuwan @henryspearl

@captainjunglegym @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @nocoastposts

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @priincebutt

@msmarvelouswinchester @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland

@onthewaytosomewhere @oxfordslutphase @rmd-writes @theprinceandagcd

@orchidscript @affectionatelyrs

xx

[anincompletelist]

sunday sentences :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @magicandarchery

@firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags today! y'all have so many fun and cool things in the works!

today I offer up another bit of something that was supposed to be for kinktober but has unraveled into something with plot and feelings (no one is surprised) so it may be out sooner than that?? WHO KNOWS ANYWAY ENJOY xx

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Henry gazes down at the dusty maps, the faded lines he and his father had drawn connecting the points, the scrawled notes out to the side, more passion imbued into these old papers than any of his work at the station. It feels as if he’s showing Alex a piece of his own heart on the page, his throat tight and face warm. 

“I know they aren’t perfect, but—” 

“This one,” Alex points to a spot before he can finish, gazing at the map longingly. “This is my home.” 

The breath catches in his throat. 

“Orion,” Henry breathes.

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tagging back all of the lovely folks who ALSO tagged me last wednesday when I was under the (mental) weather ksjdhksjhd I APPRECIATE YOU ALL AND WILL GET AROUND TO READING THEM I PROMISE <333 (AND for the beautiful inspiration weekend posts <333) + a few others!

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @agostobuwan @henryspearl

@captainjunglegym @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @nocoastposts

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @priincebutt

@msmarvelouswinchester @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland

@onthewaytosomewhere @oxfordslutphase @rmd-writes @theprinceandagcd

@orchidscript @affectionatelyrs

xx

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags, @onthewaytosomewhere and @welcometololaland and @littlemisskittentoes! Once again it's time to share works in progress and I'm sitting here having just posted something wondering why I don't have more unpublished words to share. Such is life, etc etc. SO, why not write and share a little something for my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic that I'm co-writing with @ships-to-sail?

His mom sighs, fingers twitching slightly as she reaches for one of the papers. “The only consolation is that somehow, the UK has come out of this looking even worse than we do.” Alex reaches out, plucking it out of her grasp. The headline is ridiculous—“Let America Eat Cake! Declares Prince Henry”—and the text of the article is surprisingly scathing. Even the US media usually fawns over Henry, apparently forgetting that this country fought an entire fucking war in order to not give a shit about the royals anymore.  “Okay, so…” Alex tosses the paper onto the coffee table before standing up. “It’s all Henry’s fault. Which I already told you, so. We good here?” “Sit your ass down,” Zahra tells him, and Alex is back on the couch before he quite realises it’s happened. “No, we are not good here. You’re on damage control.”

Tagging @agame-writes @anincompletelist @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge

@cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love

@inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy

@magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts

@nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @piratefalls @read-and-write-

@rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse

@stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[welcometololaland]

thanks for the tag @nancygillianmvp. gonna do the same as you and actually post on wednesday in my timezone. it's eurotrip time, everyone! sorry lone star don't hate me, love you x

“Can we go back to last night and un-drink all those shots?” Alex asks weakly. “That would be—”

Henry’s stomach churns. “Don’t talk about alcohol, please.”

“I thought I could talk to you about anything.”

Henry rolls his eyes and pinches Alex’s thigh. “You’re a menace.”

“I think I feel better already,” Alex quips, swatting Henry’s hand away. “Annoying you is medicinal, or something.”

“So glad that I—”

He doesn’t quite get to finish the sentence as Alex turns, pushes him back onto the bed and straddles his hips in one smooth movement. His knees are pressed into the mattress – right on the edge – as Henry’s legs hang off the end and Henry would be worried about Alex’s ability to stay on the bed except that he finds his thoughts decimated as soon as Alex leans down and kisses him.

The kiss is rough, urgent like Alex is begging for Henry to swipe his uncertainties away with the press of his tongue, and Henry tries not to think too much about how this might be a distraction technique. If it is, he’s definitely a willing participant, but that doesn’t mean he’s not concerned. 

“You know what would really help alleviate the stress?” Alex pants after raking his teeth over Henry’s bottom lip. “Sucking your dick.”

“Truly?” Henry manages to say, as soon as he gets an opportunity to open his mouth for anything other than kissing. Alex, apparently on a mission, lunges for the buttons on Henry’s pants and unbalances himself on the thin bit of mattress, toppling sideways off the bed with a thud.

tags below and OPEN TAG

@rmd-writes @celeritas2997 @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @inexplicablymine

@orchidscript @nontoxic-writes @anincompletelist @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit

@sunshinestrand @clottedcreamfudge @leaves-of-laurelin @indestructibleheart @three-drink-amy

@lilythesilly @theghostofashton @vineofroses @sanjuwrites @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @agame-writes @alrightbuckaroo

@liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom @14carrotghoul @sznofthesticks @suseagull04

@sail-not-drift @sugdenlovesdingle @affectionatelyrs @dumbpeachjuice @magicandarchery

@freneticfloetry @myheartalivewrites @sherryvalli @tintagel-or-cockleshells @firenati0n

@carlos-tk

[itsmaybitheway]

WiP Wednesday 04/17

Hello lovely lovely people of Tumblr, I’ve been awful at being on here so my sincerest apologies 🤍 Life and work has been hectic but I’m slowly making my way through my notifications!!!

Thank you @suseagull04 @junebugclaremontdiaz @emmalostinwonderland @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @porcelainmortal @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @theprinceandagcd @duchessdepolignaca03 and @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the Several Sentence Sunday tags, I unfortunately was battling in the jaws of capitalism (was at work) all day so I shall use them today!! And thank you @onthewaytosomewhere @msmarvelouswinchester and again to Sara for WiP Wednesday tags! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH Y’ALL ARE GEMS 💎💍

Today’s snippet is from a WiP I have for @thebrownstone servers Eras Tour Event. Since this fic is inspired by a song in Speak Now, you guys’ll read the whole thing on 22nd of April 🤍

He’s the one who let ‘sweetheart’s and ‘babe’s and ‘I love you’s in the morning get to his head; he’s the one who foolishly thought they might have meant something more to Alex, just the way they did to him; he’s the one who fell in love with the sun personified knowing he himself is nothing but darkness.

Big strong arms wrap themselves around Henry, tears continuing to stream down his face and everything feels right in a way it shouldn’t. Because Alex doesn’t love him the way he wants, the way he yearns, the way he needs.

Those arms shouldn’t be around him, shouldn’t hold him like he matters because then he’ll believe it. He’ll believe and misinterpret all the friendly gestures the way he’s been doing all these months…

Because Alex doesn’t mean it like that when he holds Henry in a tight embrace, when ‘sweetheart’ spills from his lips like they never belonged to anyone else, when he looks at Henry with that shine in his eyes that makes him weak in the knees. He means them all in a friendly way.

Alex is just affectionate, loving, he is just gregarious. And Henry? Henry is weak, and in love, willing to live off of love crumbs and slowly die like a parched man drinking sea water than accept the reality.

As always an open tag to anyone who wants to take part and please tag me if you do, I wanna see what y’all been cooking 🤍 and some no-pressure attached tags below the cut

@agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @absolute-audacity @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @orchidscript @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @sunnysideprince @zwartmagazine

[anincompletelist]

happy wednesday! :D

HELLO I know I have missed at least the last one (if not two) rounds of tags but I have the brain space to share today so THANK YOU @onthewaytosomewhere @welcometololaland @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes

@suseagull04 @msmarvelouswinchester @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway

@thinkof-england @thedramasummer @nocoastposts @agostobuwan for the lovely tags! I am very much looking forward to reading through all of these this afternoon! <33333

today's snip is a bit longer, so I'll slip it under the cut! I *think* this is the first time I've debuted this guy so.... enjoy? kdjhfkjhsgkfhjg

hope you're all well! xx

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“So… I guess you’ve probably seen the news,” Alex says from the doorway, more so to his shuffling feet than to Henry himself. 

“I usually try to actively avoid watching the news,” Henry tells him. “You’ll have to be more specific.” 

“Right. The, uh, Claremont-Diaz-for-2040-thing?” 

“Ah, yes,” Henry nods, his fingers twitching where they’re tucked underneath his crossed arms. “Your dream come true. Your parents must be so proud.” 

Alex’s face twists up into an odd half-grimace, half-smile, a divot between his brows as he surveys his wringing hands. “Anyway. I was kind of hoping that…” 

“If you’re looking for some kind of endorsement or political favor I’m afraid I’m not involved in any of that anymore.” 

His gaze finally snaps to Henry, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I wouldn’t— I just…” 

He sighs, dropping his hands, lifting one to drag through his curls, much longer than Henry remembers and a little silver with age. He’s always been able to tell when Alex was overthinking, even if they were never close. That much, at least, hasn’t changed. 

“I was wondering if I could live with you. For a little while. Here,” Alex says finally. 

Henry blinks. “Sorry?” 

“I was wondering,” Alex huffs, his eyes rolling briefly, “if I could live with you.” 

It doesn’t make any sense. Alex is a well known politician back in New York, the primary presidential candidate for the upcoming election. Henry presumes he could likely stay just about anywhere he’d like, and he has an exceedingly difficult time believing that that place is in the foothills of Finland with the ex-prince he’d made very clear on several occasions he, quite emphatically, disliked. 

The damage control hadn’t worked, because Henry was damaged enough for the both of them. The avoiding was better. He’d thought he could be rid of Alex for good. Could finally put to rest the feelings he’d had in his youth, shove them under the years that have built up between them since then and pretend they never existed in the first place.

Staring into his wide, hopeful, bottomless brown eyes, the same fire in them from years past, Henry thinks he really should have known better. 

“I’m sorry,” Henry murmurs, his throat tight, “it sounds like you’re asking me if you could live here.” 

Alex only shrugs. “Well, I mean. It should, probably. Since that’s what I’m doing.”

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no pressure, of course, and OPEN TAG!

@wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @affectionatelyrs

@cha-melodius @anchoredarchangel @rmd-writes @read-and-write-

@magicandarchery @happiness-of-the-pursuit @getmehighonmagic @junebugclaremontdiaz

@bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @inexplicablymine @whimsymanaged

(here's hoping the tags work friends jshdkjshgkfhjg <333)

xx

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

I've returned shawties (for now) so happy WIP Wednesday! :) @happiness-of-the-pursuit and I are posting a fic that we co-wrote tomorrow so, naturally, I have to share a snippet from it today. It's a fully epistolary fic so like... get excited y'all

Thank you @ships-to-sail @magicandarchery @leojfitz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @wordsofhoneydew @itsmaybitheway @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @leaves-of-laurelin and @xthelastknownsurvivorx for the tags, and everyone else who has been tagging me recently - I'm so sorry for not being very active but I promise that y'alls talent doesn't go unnoticed

A note, the corner tucked under a vase of sunflowers: did you know that you were the first person to ever buy me flowers? anyway, they made my fucking week, and I know that you haven’t been having the best one. so, I thought that maybe they’d help you too. figured that they’d brighten up the apartment at the very least. – a

A note, written on the dry-erase board on the fridge: surprise, sweetheart!! don’t eat all of the cornettos at once (but if you do, make sure it’s in front of me. you get so flushed when you get a brain freeze, and you’re fucking adorable when you blush).

Open tag as usually, but I'm tagging a few people below the cut too

@anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable @hillerskas @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells @treluna4 @uglygreenjacket @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @orchidscript @onward--upward @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @nocoastposts @myheartalivewrites and @matherines

[leaves-of-laurelin]

Thank you to @cha-melodius @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes who have all tagged me in something over the past week. Below is a snippet from the next chapter of Binary Light.

There’s a flutter that goes down the length of Alex’s sternum and into his belly as he thinks about Henry writing a love story featuring an American and a Brit, about what that could mean. He reminds himself though, it’s something Henry has been writing for years, so it can’t possibly be connected to what has happened between the two of them during the filming of this movie.

“Sounds fascinating,” Alex says, forcing himself to appear nonchalant as he reaches for a piece of tuna with his chopsticks. “You really should do something with it.”

“No, no,” Henry responds with a modest smile. “Like I said, it’s all really more of a hobby than anything. Besides, it’s far from complete and, if I’m being honest, the files have sat dormant on my computer for quite some time.”

“Writer's block?”

Henry makes a noncommittal sound before taking a sip of his sake. “It’s the ending that has me stuck. I just… don’t know what kind of ending to give it.”

“And they lived happily ever after,” Alex declares in a serious voice, earning a chuckle from Henry.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? You’ve said yourself that you like happy endings.”

“Yes but—” Henry hesitates, looking almost sad. “An author must be true to the characters, to the story, or else the ending may feel… inauthentic.”

Tagging everyone back plus @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @daisymae-12 @inexplicablymine @cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge and anyone else who would like to join.

[firenati0n-deactivated20260401]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @eusuntgratie for the tags! early for me today, what a shocker lmfao

here's a snip from a new actor au i have affectionately named chris nolan!alex and cillian murphy!henry fuck around and find out. i spoke about it first here during the wip game. collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers:

“And the Oscar goes to…Alex Claremont-Diaz for [movie name]!” Alex can’t hear the applause over the heartbeat absolutely pounding in his ears, drowning out the praise. He gets up from his seat in a trance, his eyes finding the only person at this table who matters in this moment.  Henry is looking at him with adoration overflowing in his bottomless blue eyes—Alex can’t get enough of those fucking eyes. They’re Henry’s moneymaker, that’s for certain. Now, they’re Alex’s everything.  He wordlessly gives Henry a hug, feels strong arms wrap around his shoulder and waist. He presses his cheek into the curve of Henry’s neck, scrunching his eyes shut briefly, knowing the cameras are zoomed in on his every expression. He wishes he could tuck this moment safely away from prying eyes, press it in between the pages of the script that brought them together; he wishes he could keep something for himself in this business, keep something sacred. He wishes he was allowed to want things he can’t have without fear of them slipping away. He wishes and he wants. 

xoxo roop

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[affectionatelyrs]

Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time)

RWRB | T | 7.2k | One Shot

Tags - AU - Roommates/Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Summary

“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?”

Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare

This was so much fun to write - I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't smiling during a lot of it. I haven't posted in so long, so I'm both excited and nervous to be getting back to it. I hope that y'all enjoy this one! :) Read it here

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday y'all! :) I'm... so tired. Very tired. So I'm not lingering on here too much today, but thank you so much to @gayrootvegetable @itsmaybitheway @cha-melodius @bigassbowlingballhead @ships-to-sail @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @magicandarchery and @kiwiana-writes for the tags

This is the final snippet that I'll be sharing from the truth or dare fic because I'm posting it TOMORROW so get excited friends

“Truth or dare, H?” “We’re still playing?” Henry says a bit incredulously. “Answer the question. Please.” Alex’s voice cracks on the last word, and something in Henry’s expression does, too. And then— “Dare.” Yes. “I dare you,” Alex whispers, leaning forward to press his palm to Henry’s cheek, letting the other one fall to his shoulder. Henry’s breath hitches, and he slightly leans into Alex’s touch, eyes going wide before fluttering shut for a moment. “To let me kiss you.” Henry’s eyes open, but only halfway. They flit between the hand on his shoulder and Alex’s face, which he’s certain has gone all syrupy and soft around the edges. Alex hopes that Henry can see the earnestness etched across it. Hopes that Henry can tell that this is real to him and not just a part of some dumb game. And then, Henry jokes, “That seems like cheating, love. Usually, the dare is something that the recipient is meant to do, not the other way around,” and Alex knows that they’re going to be just fine. More than fine, even.

Open tag because I'm posting late in the day, but I'm tagging a few people below the cut too

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[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Don't forget, Fandom Trumps Hate bidding is OPEN NOW and closes at 8pm EST on March 9th! Details of my offerings are here, and a roundup of all the RWRB offers can be found here.

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! Having a very weird relationship with my words at the moment, so skipping ahead to a fun part to hopefully shake something loose, even if it is a bit clunky.

Alex wakes slowly, awareness coming back to him by degrees. He feels suspiciously well-rested, no sign of the twinge behind his temples that he’s grown used to over the last few years, an unavoidable consequence of late night emails and early morning phone calls. He’s almost unbearably warm, weighted down by the blankets tucked up under his nose and the arm— —there’s an arm wrapped around his waist.  There should definitely not be an arm wrapped around his waist. Alex clearly remembers going to sleep last night, clad in sweatpants and an almost-threadbare Claremont 2020 t-shirt, the last of the adrenaline finally gone from his system, and very, very alone. He turns carefully, mentally running through the security protocols he went through when he was first elected to Congress and wondering if any of them covered ‘someone breaks into your house and cuddles you, for some fucking reason’, only to find himself staring at the last face he would ever have expected to see. He rears back, realising as he half-falls out of the bed that he’s very, very naked, and yanks the cover off the bed to wrap around his waist as he does his level best to stave off a panic attack. “You’re far too awake for a Sunday morning.” Prince fucking Henry, of all people, stretches slowly, as though it’s completely normal for him to be in—well, not Alex’s bed, actually, now he’s taking the chance to look around the room, his gaze landing everywhere except the nemesis-turned-distance-acquaintance who is, based on the glimpse Alex got as he was fucking around with the bedding, equally naked. “Come back to bed, love.”

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[wordsofhoneydew]

It’s Wednesday!!

hello friends!! i haven’t been writing nearly as much as i want to but i just started a new installment for ‘your body comes back to me in dreams’ :D you can read the first one here<3

thank you to @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @captainjunglegym @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags!!

Henry stands in front of him, a hand rubbing small circles on his chest, right over his heart. “Hello, darling. I’ve missed you.” He smiles up at Alex with so much love in his eyes, the gleam in them never faltering, but magnifying each day. It’s something Alex will never grow bored of.

Alex breathes sharply out of his nose, as he feels Henry’s touch purge him of all the tension in his body. “I missed you too, baby.” He smiles warmly, leaning into Henry to plant a kiss on his cheek and feeling his heart swell when it serves a small laugh from his boyfriend.

Henry’s hands reach to the collar of Alex’s coat, going to slip it off his shoulders until Alex stops him. “You don’t have to do that,” he grabs one of Henry’s hands to place a tender kiss on his knuckles. “I’m more than capable of taking off my coat, sweetheart.”

”I don’t doubt that for a second,” He pauses, biting his lip as he traces his hands under his coat and over Alex’s broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact. Alex feels a shiver go down his spine when Henry whispers, “Just want to take care of you.”

Alex moves them to the couch, Henry settling down on his lap with his knees on either side of his hips. Henry’s hands return to his shoulders, beginning to massage the knots in his muscles. Alex leans his head against the edge of the couch and lets out a low moan as he feels Henry’s skillful fingers knead their way across his tendons.

“How does that feel?” Henry says, mischief patent in his voice.

Alex groans. “Feels fucking good.”

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