When June relents and agrees to indulge Alex when he sends yet another fan fiction link written about himself to the White House Trio’s group chat, no one thinks it’ll change the course of Alex’s life. Yet it somehow does; opening the doors to a whole another world of Discord, stan twitter and the promise of a romance from a place where Alex would have least expected it.
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the one where Nora reads Alex a smutty fic about him and Henry and awakens something within him! (Words: 59,628)
After a long break from Tumblr—grad school is kicking my butt, and sucking all my writing energy… who knew working towards a grad lit degree required such reading and writing/j—I am back with yet another one of my Frankenstein-y bad edits in honor of…
Hey May!! I hope all is well with you. I'm listening to some music, and i never wanna die by Bea Miller came on and I couldn't help but think of it sounding like music Bea would totally make, but the lyrics seem like Henry about Alex. So, I come back with another firstprince idea where Henry writes poetry about Alex and Bea reads it and thinks it makes great lyrics so Henry lets her use them. All I can imagine is Alex and Henry going to Bea's concert and her performing a new song and Alex knows these words very well considering he just read it on a slip of paper on Henry's floor. I don't know if I explained it super well but it's been running around my brain for a while so I decided to finally unload it!
OMG FIRST OF ALL HI AGAIN!!! SECOND OF ALL I DO HAVE A SMILIAR IDEA TO THIS AND IT’S AN AUGUST MOON AU WHERE BEA IS PART OF THE BAND AND HENRY WRITES THE LYRICS AND I LOVE YOUR IDEA!!!!!! (Also feel free to slide into my DMs about any of your ideas 🤍)
MAY!! Hi, how are you?! I'm coming back from a college visit and I passed a house and on the side of the road they had a sign that said "Wood Chips Wanted" and my first thought was Alex texting Henry with a picture and then asking "Do you guys call them wood crisps?" and prompty laughed my head off.
HELLO OMG I’VE BEEN SO BEHIND ON ALL MY ASKS AND TUMBLR NOTIFS IN GENERAL
Andmdkakkdg THAT IS SUCH AN ALEX THING TO DO THO!! And I love this was what you thought of first 🥲 the brainrot is real 🥲
Thank you thank you thank you for the tags @rmd-writes @itsmaybitheway and @iboatedhere!
I've been hard at work on my exes to lovers fic (which may have just found a title), so here is another taste of that. Providing no context at all because it's more fun that way.
“Alex, come on.”
“No, Henry. You haven’t even thought about it?” He asks incredulously. “I find that hard to fucking believe.”
“I have thought about it, but I – I think I’d like to stay,” Henry swallows hard. “If someone wanted me to.” His eyes are pricking with tears and he blinks rapidly, ducking his head.
“Baby,” Alex breathes, stepping into Henry’s space and placing his palms on Henry’s cheeks. “You know I want you to, right? Of fucking course I do.”
Alex leans up, pressing kisses to Henry’s cheeks, where the tears have started to spill over. Henry takes a shaky breath and Alex wraps his arms around him.
“I love you, Alex,” Henry whispers into Alex’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Alex says, pulling back and forcing Henry to look at him. “I love you, too, baby. So fucking much.”
I have no idea who to tag because I feel like everyone has posted already today! @firenati0n @anchoredarchangel @orchidscript @bitbybitwrites sorry if you've already posted, I can't keep track. 😂 It's been a very active Wednesday, so this is an open tag for anyone who wants it!
I was tagged by @piratefalls on Sunday and @onthewaytosomewhere today - Thank you lovelies !
I'm cheating a bit today as this isn't a WIP but a smutty, fluffy little one shot I worked on yesterday, featuring Pregnant Henry and Blue balls Alex.
It's been posted on AO3 here and there is a little teaser & tags under the cut
It has been a harrowing three months, what with the pregnancy being tricky during the second semester, with big words like hyper gravidarium being thrown around. In the end, it wasn’t such a severe condition, but as the doctor called them to let them know and Alex gave Henry the ‘good’ news, the man was hunched over the toilet bowl, puking his guts out and sending his husband a scathing glare, telling him with no words but in no uncertain terms where to shove his good news.
The thing is, it’s been three months of vomiting, heartburn, headaches, and back pain.
And no sex. At all.
Alex hasn’t had a good look at his balls lately, but he is pretty sure they are blue—the same shade as his lovely husband’s eyes.
“Alex?”
He puts down the morning paper. “Yes, baby?”
“I want to have sex.”
Alex grins. Sunday morning is suddenly looking up. And hopefully, so is he. “Really?”
Henry takes the last bite of his croissant, rubbing his hands to get rid of the crumbs.
“I think?”
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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
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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.”
tagged by @eusuntgratie and @onthewaytosomewhere. thank you my loves!! i wanted to share something a little bit different this week, so here's an excerpt from my george x alex x henry fic that has somehow morphed into an abo au (i wonder how that happened??)
“I would like to claim you as my omega,” he clarifies, a broad smile taking over the alpha’s handsome face. “If you will allow me.”
George sputters in his shock. “What?”
“Christ, Alex,” Henry sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please do forgive my husband for his lack of tact,” he says, ignoring Alexander’s indignant squawk. “We agreed”—he sends a pointed glare to mate—“to wait before we make any drastic decisions, but I suppose the excitement of the hunt has also bred impatience.”
“If we are talking impatience, need I remind you, omega, that you had his cock inside you not that long ago.”
“Yes, and what is it that you are suggesting, dear?”
“I am merely suggesting that you could have waited before you climbed onto his lap and fucked yourself silly on his cock.”
“His cock will be the only thing entering me if you keep this up, alpha.”
“Ha! You can barely last a day without my knot.”
George loudly and awkwardly clears his throat before another word about his cock or the alpha’s knot can be said. He is dizzy from the overly crass back and forth between the king and his omega. He does not understand them and the way they speak to each other. Omegas far below his station have been punished for less.
A fixer upper wasn’t in the cards, or the budget. Alex’s life wasn’t a cozy little rom-com or an HGTV pilot show. He was simply an internationally-employed lawyer with a bit of a slush fund, hopelessly in love with a stone cottage outside Sheffield. Someone needed to give it care, so why not him?
The realtor and the bank had left out a key bit when Alex had signed on the dotted line. The cottage had been empty, but it wasn’t abandoned. There was technically an owner. An owner who was now glaring daggers at Alex over the stone fence on a rainy Sunday morning.
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So, I'm having a little bit of a WIP Posted Wednesday (for once!). If you want to see a real wip, just ask me about my candy stripe bustle dress. THAT is a true wip lol ;)
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I'm sharing another snippet from my untitled Berlin missing scene WIP! Y'all seemed really excited about this one, and I am, too.
When Alex finally pulls back, he brushes his thumb across Henry’s swollen bottom lip, pink and shining with spit. Henry presses a soft kiss to the tip before sucking it into his mouth, and their eyes quickly lock together. Henry’s pupils are wide and his breath is already becoming labored.
This, Alex thinks, is the sight he’s been dying to see. Something about the sight of picture-perfect, poised and polished Prince Henry losing composure always does it for Alex. When he gets this version of Henry, it feels like he’s been trusted with a tremendous secret.
Alex ducks his head forward and brings his lips to brush against Henry’s cheek. Maybe it’s a little bit too tender for what they are, but he doesn’t dwell on it, moving to press firm kisses along Henry’s chiseled jaw. Alex can’t help but smile against Henry’s skin when he hears a sharp intake of breath close to his ear.
“Feeling okay?” Alex asks with sincerity. He knows that Henry is enjoying this but is mindful of the vulnerable dynamic at play tonight. This isn’t only about the two of them feeling good. Alex wants to make sure Henry feels safe, too.
No-pressure tagging some of y'all and offering an open tag as always! I won't be online much today but can't wait to catch up on your snippets ASAP.
Well well well, it's Wednesday again. I'm posting this fic tomorrow so have another teaser before I do so. Thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dumbpeachjuice, @eusuntgratie @welcometololaland
@cricketnationrise and @three-drink-amy for the tags! (wow this five tags per paragraph thing is dumb)
“You came back,” Henry says, his voice soft with something like wonder.
“Of course I did,” Alex replies. “We didn’t finish our conversation.”
Henry ducks his head, blond hair falling alluringly over his forehead as his cheeks turn pink. The way their bodies mimic human physiology is astounding sometimes. “I suppose we didn’t. Would you care to walk with me in the gardens? It’s a lovely day.”
“Can we do that?”
“Ironically, you’re allowed so long as you have one of us with you, and I’m allowed so long as I’m with a guest,” Henry explains. “Plus, you’re a foreign dignitary. No one will bother us.”
“Sure you wanna be seen with me? My sister would say I’m the furthest thing from dignified,” Alex says, grinning probably a little too broadly.
Henry’s smile slants mischievous as he steps close enough for Alex to get a noseful of linen and fresh grass again. “Maybe I like that about you.”
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