the fog’s rolling in

queer ship lurker pfp marz-rm

[onpurposewrites]

fox(es) in the box(es)

explicit | dual alternating pov | 7.1k | here

⚽️ secret couple firstprince, on field rivals, defenseman Henry and midfielder Alex

🏷️ emotional hurt / comfort, established relationship, praise kink, thigh kink, come marking, vers firstprince

[cha-melodius]

High Ticket Attractions

Alex snorts and shakes his head. “Bullshit. Ok, I can’t know for sure since this is the first time we’re actually witnessing Tyrannosaurus behaviour, but I can just tell, you know?” he says with an emphatic gesture. “What they’re doing has all the hallmarks of mating behaviour. I’m certain that if we gave them an egg, they’d raise it together.” “So, what you’re telling me is that my family has unwittingly created a lesbian dinosaur utopia.” “I mean… yeah, you could certainly put it that way,” Alex allows. Henry laughs, practically giddy. “I think that may be the best thing I’ve heard all year.”

(After spending too many years writing internal memos, Henry's looking forward to his new assignment: writing educational materials for an unprecedented theme park that promises to change the world. He's also not complaining about the fact that he'll have to work in close proximity to the park's scorching hot chief paleontologist, Dr. Alex Claremont-Diaz. After a rocky start, they find common ground and a successful partnership in helping protect the park's residents—until an unexpected tropical storm and a security shutdown leaves them fighting for their lives.)

T, 40k, 7 chapters, posting weekly on Thursday

Chapter 1: Welcome to Jurassic Park | Chapter 2: Conversations (and the Lack Thereof) | Chapter 3: Courtship Behaviours | Chapter 4: The Gathering Storm | Chapter 5: Shutdown | Chapter 6: In Extremis

[cha-melodius]

Chapter 6: In Extremis is here!

In which we find out exactly what happened to Alex, and some hard conversations are had.

[libbygrl]

First Kiss ✨

Four years. That’s how long Henry and Alex have revolved around each other in friend groups, attended parties and concerts, endured holidays, celebrated birthdays and professional achievements. Henry knew very early on how special Alex is, brighter than the sun.

Others took note too, of course, Henry wasn't the only one. Alex attracts a lot of attention from women and men alike, and he gives it back. A natural flirt, charismatic, smart, handsome. Well, Alex is hot as hell, actually. Some days it’s all Henry can do to not stare and drool.

It’s Thursday night, which means trivia and half priced beer at their local queer bar, and the gang is assembled. Henry, Alex, June and Nora, Pez. At this point Pez is not a fifth wheel, something Henry begs Pez not to tell him too much about.

Their team is on a winning streak, dominating three weeks in a row now. No one loves winning more than Alex. He’s animated, sitting next to Henry, their thighs pressed together, making sure everyone’s glass stays filled while they cycle through rounds of questions.

Henry’s relishing in the warmth emanating from Alex, thinking what it would feel like to have more of him. Yes, they hug. As friends. Sometimes long enough for Henry to quickly bury his nose against Alex’s neck and smell him, a private thrill.

The pitcher is empty and Alex volunteers to get a refill. Henry watches him lean against the bar, a group of girls initiate a conversation and one touches Alex’s arm while laughing. Henry feels sick. Excuses himself to go to the bathroom, sees Alex glance at him out of the corner of his eye as he heads down the long back hallway.

Alex will never be his, Henry needs to get a grip. Gives himself a stern reprimand as he washes his hands, looking long and hard at himself in the mirror. He needs to get over Alex, maybe download that app again. Ugh.

Pushing the door to exit, Henry comes face to face with Alex.

“Are you okay Hen, thought I should check on you,” Alex asks, concern on his face.

“Of course, all fine. I’m fine. Let’s go finish the round, shall we?” Henry deflects, hoping Alex buys it.

He doesn’t. In fact, Alex steps closer to Henry, backing him up against the wall. Alex moves closer still, until their toes are touching, Alex’s breath ghosting Henry’s face. Henry takes it in, smelling beer and Alex’s cologne. Inhales his own shaky breath.

“You sure? Cause you looked upset. Was wondering if I might be able to do something about that,” Alex says, voice low. His hand grazes Henry’s, hooking their pinkies together.

Henry’s thoughts are racing, this can’t be happening, can it? If he’s going to get just one chance he’s going to take it. Calling his bluff, Henry replies,”What did you have in mind?”

“Can I kiss you? I’d really like to kiss you, if that’s all right. If it won’t ruin our friendship.” Henry nods and Alex leans in, his mouth pressing softly to Henry’s, then pulls back, eyes locked together.

“Fuck me. I mean, I knew kissing you would be amazing cause just look at your lips but oh my god, Henry. I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, never imagined it would be in a dingy bar by the men’s bathroom,” Alex’s words tumble out in a rush.

Henry has so many questions, but kissing Alex again is pushing them to the side. “Can we do that again, I rather liked it,” teases Henry, and Alex’s smile morphs into something big, dimples on display.

Pinkies still entwined, Alex leans all the way in, hand on Henry’s waist, and Henry reaches up to wrap his fingers around Alex’s neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one more heated, nothing soft about it.

“Hey, here’s an idea,” suggests Alex, their foreheads pressed together. “Let’s go to yours, we can just leave out the exit here. I’ll text Nora that you weren’t feeling well and I’m taking you home. I looked at the rest of the trivia categories, they’ll be fine without us. Sound good?”

“I’m willing to endure the wrath of your sister and our friends to get you alone right now so yes, let’s do that, love,” Henry agrees.

Pulling out his phone, Alex starts typing, leaving Henry to gaze at his friend. Now also more than a friend, apparently, funny how that can happen when you least expect it.

“Done, let’s go,” announces Alex, shoving his phone back in his pocket and fully grasping Henry’s hand in his, opening the door. Off they go, out into the night. To the start of their forever.

[onpurposewrites]

Below is an abridged letter from Alex to Henry, as read out by CMQ at obsessed fest:

May 20, 2022

H,

I love this idea. Wow. I've missed this too. I'm so glad my boyfriend's a genius. I never realised how much I missed it until I picked up my pen. Maybe I tried to think of our letters as something I did more for you than for me, so I missed it a little less. But, that's bullshit. I needed it too.

I think about you so much sometimes I don't even know where to start. This page seems like the place.

Let's see. Give me a second to remember how to do this. All the writing I've done for the past year has been in legalese, except for my texts to you, which you told me are, quote 'borderline incomphrensible'. Not my fault you were raised in a haunted tower by evil governesses and don't know memes.

Currently, I'm sitting on your couch. I don't really like being at my place right now, and David doesn't like it when my neighbours make noise, so I've been spending a lot of time at yours. You probably already know, given I'm sure your security team logs every time I use my key, but I like it here. It smells like you, it feels like you.

I used to imagine what kind of place you'd design for yourself if you could, and this is so perfectly you that I swear my brain quiets the second I'm inside. I love all the pens lost inside this couch, I love the stinky artisnal cheese in the fridge, I love your fingerprints on the kettle, the way you fold your sweaters. I love the picture of you and Bea on the piano, the one where you're 12 and she's 15 and she's wearing all that eyeliner and you're looking at her like she's the coolest girl in the world. I love the Chelsea scarf over the fireplace even though Pez told me they're shit and I should support Arsenal. I love that you've already accumulated a dozen cookbooks, and I would say there's no possible way you've opened all of them, but I can see the sticky tabs and sauce stains from here. I love your books and your rainboots by the back door. I love how the corner of the rug in your study curls up just a little because you toe at it when you're thinking. I love your smell on the bed sheets.

I miss you so much already. I swear I spent every possible second that I wasn't at school or studying with you. But I still didn't get enough of you to last me until July. I should have been more careful about storing you up. I was burning through you like like there was all the Henry in the world and now I'm in a Henry shortage. It's awful.

Write back soon, okay? It'll help me miss you less.

Love you,

A

[onpurposewrites]

Below is an abridged letter from Henry to Alex, as read out by CMQ at obsessed fest:

17 May 2022

My love,

Well done completing your first year of law school, or as you and your underslept compatriots call it: 1L. I think I speak for us both when I say how glad I am that the year is done, but, my god, what a wonder to watch you in command of your powers. Your tenacity and grit are exceeded only by that wicked, insatiable mind of yours. I've never doubted this course for you, but I am certain now more than ever, that you will be the stuff of nightmares for your opposing counsel. We are tremendously lucky to have you on the side of good.

I'm sorry I couldn't be with you to celebrate the last of your exams. I hope the flowers will suffice.

While doing research at the library recently, I came across an 1857 compendium of Victorian flower language and predictably became obsessed with it. Ranunculus is said to mean, 'I am dazzled by your charms', so naturally, you require this. I know we've discussed this already, and you've assured me that your classmates will take you out and get you too pissed to even remember about me, but I fear I am troubled by a more selfish prospect: my absence from your memory at such an important moment.

At some point in the early days, I resigned myself to witnessing your best from afar. I imagined reading your accomplishments in the news, clasping glass champange flutes from the back corners of halls in spotlights in which you stood. At my most masochistic, I would conjure the cool shadow of your gaze as I shook your hand, a state guest at your wedding. I am not yet so accostomed to our new reality to have forgotten that feeling. I want to be with you always; present and part of everything.

As I packed to leave, I foudn myself reminiscing on the letters we used to write. I wonder if you might indulge me in writing each other again. Proper paper and ink letters. We could keep them in the safe in my closet after reading, no one else would ever know they exist until we drop dead of old age and our great-grandchildren published it posthumously to rapturous praise, of course.

What do you say, my dear scholar? The return address on this envelope is Shaan's personal inbox, so anything sent there comes directly to me by his hand. Might you spare your sweetheart a missive or two from your cluttered desk? It could even be a bit cheeky if you wanted. It could be anything, so long as it was from you. I could use the entertainment where I'm going.

Remember to look after yourself darling. I'll know if you don't.

Yours incessantly,

Henry

[ninzied]

i'll stop the world and melt with you

hollanov. cottage ep. 6k. rated e.

“You are burning bread? For me?” Ilya has a hand over his heart. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Shut up,” Shane says, still nursing his finger. “It’s a work in progress. Unless you’re not hungry.”

Ilya is looking at the finger Shane has in his mouth with great interest. “No, I am. Very.” He leans in, snaking an arm around Shane’s waist. “Maybe not for this bread, though.”

“Do you…want to eat something else?” Shane ventures as Ilya takes Shane’s hand in his.

“Sure.” Ilya presses his lips to the tip of Shane’s finger, followed by his tongue. “You have this ‘something else’ in mind?”

-

Or, 3 times Shane fucks up the tuna melts + 1 time he gets them just right.

ao3.

[marz-rm]

Happy Pride !

[crownedinlove]

NEW STORY ALERT: THIS IS WHERE WE BEGIN

READ HERE

Uh…hi. Yeah I’ve started to post This is Where We Begin. I literally couldn’t wait to share this story. I’ve been buzzing about it nonstop and probably annoying the absolute fuck out of my beta and bestie @andromedaskies

So yes—hi. Surprise. ITS HERE.

Expect updates weekly for the time being. This may vary so please be gentle.

I love you all so much. Truly so so much. Enjoy this my loves. It means the world to me. Hope you love Jamie as much as I’ve loved him.

—

SUMMARY:

Henry Fox came to New York for a fresh start — a new city, a new chapter, and his five-year-old son Jamie’s hand in his. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan. Especially when it didn’t work out the first time by any means.

Jamie had been obsessed with Alex Claremont-Diaz since the first night in New York when he was introduced to American football. Leave it to Pez to get them on the field to meet him.

What Henry doesn’t expect is the way Alex looks at both of them — like they’re something worth keeping.

Single Dad!Henry | Football Player!Alex | Found Family

Have the best time! 🥹🥺

[ninzied]

(it didn't fit in any rooms)

a firstprince witness protection/roommates to lovers au. 10k. rated e. happy birthday sara ♡

Some might find this part of the job tedious, but Henry enjoys it most of the time. It’s a welcome change to the rigors of fieldwork: some peace and quiet over tea, maybe a nice book or two while he’s at it.

The peace and quiet, though, are key. And Henry has frankly known neither of those things since entering this particular safe house.

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a witness protection aka just another roommates au

ao3.

[libbygrl]

hollanov drabble ✨

MMA champion Shane Hollander wins the fight against rival Ilya Rozanov by a split decision. He’s seen leaving the arena dressed in loose athletic gear and a cap as he slides into a waiting SUV, dark tinted windows obscuring the occupants. Someone catches a blurry pic of his hat. Within minutes socmed goes crazy with speculation.

Shane kisses Ilya carefully on the mouth after he closes the car door and Ilya winces, the lip cut he sustained is tender. He smirks at Shane’s hat.

“You couldn’t kill me, but I’ll let you fuck me,” Shane murmurs against Ilya’s neck.

“Oh, you’ll /let/ me? Advertising you’re easy, kотик, I think you’ll beg.”

kотик - kitty

Art 🔗 https://www.tumblr.com/shanebugg/815450639754821632/hollander-v-rosanov-mma-au-anyone

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💬 40  🔁 492  ❤️ 1600 ·  HOLLANDER V ROSANOV ... mma au anyone?

[jafffacakess]

fate loves the fearless

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84018071

5 times Shane has to meet with the Bureau of Enemies and Rivals, and 1 time he doesn't

🌟 13k words | rated M | 5+1 🌟 canon-compliant soulmate au 🌟 but if you have a soulmate you must have a rival 🌟 so it's also a rivals au

“I lodged the forms online straight after the draft, so I’m not sure why there’s an issue. It’s clear that Rozanov is Shane’s enemy.” “Rival, Mom. He’s not my enemy, he’s just — a rival.” It’s not like soulmates, where your mark gives you an identifying clue of who the person is so there’s no doubt when you make it official. The two marks together form some kind of cohesive picture; two halves of a whole. They’re a lot smaller than they appear in movies, that’s what surprised Shane. The mark appears around the time you become acquainted with your soulmate, whatever that means. He found his tiny hockey stick mark on his inner elbow the day after the draft picks. He hasn’t told his Mom yet that his soulmate is hockey itself, but it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. But the thing is. Every action must have an equal and opposite reaction. If you have a soulmate, you must have a rival. It’s some kind of karmic balance in the universe that no one can really explain.

[libbygrl]

The start of something good…

Congressman Alex Claremont-Diaz talks with constituents about community programs and his plans to achieve them. His passion is infectious and he gets things done.

LGBT youth shelter director Henry Fox listens and is impressed. He calls Alex’s office and sets up a meeting to discuss some needs for the Brooklyn location, wondering how unprofessional it would be to ask him to dinner afterwards. Henry doesn’t want to cross the line or jeopardize a business relationship, but he hasn’t dated in a very long time, and Alex. Well, Alex has captured his attention, body and soul.

When their meeting concludes, Alex stands and extends his hand to shake Henry’s.

“I’d like to ask you something else, if I may,” Henry says, a little nervously.

Alex settles back into his chair. “As your congressman, or as Alex?” His question catches Henry off guard. Is he that obvious?

“Er, as Alex, but my priority is the shelter and its residents, so your honesty will be appreciated. I may not be thinking clearly.” Heat colors Henry’s cheeks and he feels the warmth.

Nodding, Alex waits.

“I’d like to take you to dinner tonight, where I could perhaps get to know you, the person, not the politician. If you’re available and interested.”

Alex’s direct gaze drops slowly to Henry’s mouth and back up.

“I’m sure we can figure out how to separate business from pleasure, Henry. Let me send a quick text to change a prior commitment and I’ll be ready. It’s my best friend and trust me, she’ll understand.” Then he winks.

“If you’re sure, of course, take your time.” Henry’s heart flutters as Alex pulls out his phone and types. The phone chimes and Alex looks down. “She’s already googled you, gives us 87% odds tonight will go well. 93% if you’re a Pisces.”

Henry cocks an eyebrow, smiling, and thinks of the encouraging words Pez said to him last weekend. Decides he /does/ deserve good things.

“I happen to be a Pisces, sounds like favorable odds. Are you ready?” Henry asks.

“For you? Yes, I am,” Alex answers.

Alex may just be that good thing.

[libbygrl]

a little RWRB drabble ❤️‍🔥

Alex is saying something about sightseeing and a spreadsheet but Henry only half hears him, fully enjoying his current view.

“Let’s decide later, love. At the moment I want you to come back to bed. And lose the underpants, you won’t be needing them.”

Alex turns his gaze to his husband, who’s thrown off the covers and is lazily stroking himself, legs spread and eyes dark.

Sliding his boxers down, Alex crawls onto the bed and between Henry’s thighs, nudging his hand aside. Murmurs “I’ll take it from here, doll,” mouth pressed to heated skin.

[darklynoon-deactivated20170407]

Reblog if you’re 30 or older

This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

So much older

[libbygrl]

been thinking about buff Henry and a proposal ❤️

It’s a typical Saturday. Farmers market in the morning, then after some laundry and house cleaning Alex heads to their home office to clear out a few work emails.

An hour later Henry brings him freshly brewed coffee. “Thought you might want this.”

A grateful Alex hugs his boyfriend, “Thanks, I’m almost done, then we can start dinner.” Henry kisses the top of his head and leaves.

Thirty minutes pass and Alex closes his laptop and knocks back the rest of his coffee. His eye catches something on the bottom of the cup.

Marry

Me

Wait, what? He’s never seen this cup before, is Henry playing some sort of prank ?

Alex flings the door open and rushes down the stairs, finding Henry in the kitchen, down on one knee. A small, dark blue velvet box is in his hand. It’s open, a ring nestled inside. Alex pauses.

“You are my world, Alex, my everything. You rescued me when I thought all was lost. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so, so much. Will you marry me?”

For all their years together and being solidly committed, Henry somehow has a look of apprehension on his face. Or maybe it’s hope.

Tears threaten to spill over as Alex joins Henry on the floor, cradling Henry’s face in his hands and tenderly kisses him.

“God, I love you so much too, sweetheart. Nothing would make me happier than marrying you. Yes. Yes. Absolutely yes. ”

Henry takes the ring out of the box and slides it on Alex’s finger, then lifts his hand to his mouth and gently kisses the ring. He looks up at Alex and wipes the wetness from his face.

“You make me incredibly happy, love. Thank you for saying yes. For everything, really.”

Alex meets Henry’s eyes. “Can we not tell anyone just yet? I’d like to keep this just for us to enjoy, at least for a bit. So I can have my fiancé all to myself. Holy shit, we’re getting married!”

Henry stands and pulls Alex up with him, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Of course, whatever you want.”

Alex presses a thorough and heated kiss to Henry’s lips. “I’m suddenly not hungry for dinner. I want you. Take me upstairs. Please.”

Henry answers with a gentle bite to Alex’s jaw, slides his hands down and picks him up under his thighs. “Hold on, darling, I have you. You’re mine,” he murmurs against Alex’s hair as Alex buries his face in Henry’s neck, and he effortlessly carries him to their bedroom.

Alex didn’t imagine sex with Henry would feel any different just because there’s a new future to look forward to, but somehow it does. He makes sure Henry knows just how he feels, with declarations of love amid worshipful pleasure. Tremors coaxed from heated bodies along with happy tears. And love. So much love.

[yrsonpurpose]

2022 → 2026

[manic-pixie-fever-dream]

We're so back!!

We used to pray for times like this. Can't believe this is real.