Writing Roundup 2025
Thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere and @anincompletelist for the tag.
It seems like 2025 was a bit less productive. I wrote 18 stories this year, down from 21 in 2024, but I had a lot of fun with them. I even managed to do a full month of daily posting in October, which I'm quite proud of.
This year, I ended up writing for two new fandoms—Arcane and Heated Rivalry—in addition to RWRB, and THAT has been quite an interesting experience.
total fics -> 18 total word count -> 139,893 active fandoms -> Red White & Royal Blue; Arcane; Heated Rivalry most kudos'ed -> unkissed (Heated Rivalry) most hits -> 'cause you mess me, test me, wreck me, yeah (RWRB) longest fic -> waiting for you (to come home) (RWRB) shortest fic -> garden of love (RWRB)
My 2026 goals are quite vague tbh. I want to finish at least some of my current wips and tackle some new ideas in all 3 fandoms. I want to take part in some more veents and just have a general good time 💕
My 2024 roundup is here. The breakdown by months for 2025 is under the cut.
✦ JANUARY ✦
premonition of love | GA | 3.7K
The smell of old books and the soft hum of quiet conversations feel like a refuge from the storm pouring outside. The bookstore is small, with just a few square rooms and walls full of books. But once he ascends the steps to the second floor, Alex finds himself among the azure heavens. Painted in gleaming gold, planets spiral in their orbits towards the sun, as tiny golden stars assume their places in constellations on the splendid ceiling. He lets his head fall back as his eyes marvel at the hand-painted mural of constellations, stars, and planets—modelled after the ceiling of a music room of a certain German villa. He thinks of cerulean blue eyes and the reflection of Orion in them.
Or: Seven years ago, Alex and Henry split up, unable to conquer the distance between them.
this could be the start of something new (it feels so right to be here with you) | T | 4.5K
Alex hesitates, feeling the moment slipping away. “Actually, I just… I wanted to say thank you. Your book… really meant a lot to me. It helped me figure out some stuff about myself—” and he pauses, fearing he’ll just trail off again. Henry’s hand pauses mid-signature, and Alex thinks he might have saved it, that Henry might look back at him with his soft eyes, but his expression doesn’t soften. “Glad to hear it,” he says curtly, finishing the autograph and sliding the book across the table towards Alex. “Next.” Alex stares at him, stunned. The interaction has been so far from what he’d envisioned that he just can’t process it yet. He mumbles a quiet “Thanks, man,” and walks away, the weight of the signed book suddenly heavier in his hands.
Or: Sometimes it doesn't work right from the start. After a series of failed meetings, Alex and Henry need to figure out how they can fit into each other's lives.
✦ FEBRUARY ✦
call me that again | GA | 2.4K
It actually all started as a mistake. Henry, ever the responsible one, reminded Alex about their scheduled visit to the museum for that afternoon. And Alex, focused on the papers in front of him, just muttered, "Aw, thanks, snickerdoodle." Henry froze mid-sip of his tea. "I beg your pardon?" His entire posture was stiffened, and the crease between his brows was deep. “What?” Alex said, unaware of what the issue was. “You just called me—” Henry paused and tilted his head. “—a cookie?”
Or: Alex tries out a series of pet names. At first it's a joke—until he finds the perfect one.
…and live from NY | GA | 3.3K
“Welcome back, everybody! Our first guest tonight is an Oscar-nominated actor you know from The Glass Prince. He has just returned to host Saturday Night Live for the second time, after 3 years." "His first hosting gig was memorable in its own right, but now he’s surprised everyone even more." "Joining us tonight—to talk about not only his most recent project but also the latest developments in his personal life—please welcome back to the show Henry Fox, everybody!”
Or: Three years after his first appearance on SNL, Henry hosted the show for a second time. He talks about some special moments on Late Night With Seth Meyers.
✦ MARCH ✦
jacket on (jack it off) | E | 10.5K
There, at the foot of the bed, stands Alex, bathed in the morning light, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he catches Henry watching him in the mirror. Henry might be still woozy, but his eyes are sharp, following every deliberate movement Alex makes as he brings his hand to the front of his towel, tugging on it and letting it unravel to the floor. “Enjoying the view?” Alex asks. Henry narrows his eyes, though the faint blush in his cheeks betrays him. “I’d enjoy it a lot more if you wouldn’t ruin it by getting dressed.”
Or: As Alex gets dressed and ready for work, Henry is overwhelmed by the vision in front of him. So he takes the matter into his own hands.
oui, oui, paris! | E | 2K
Henry's hips rock backwards instinctively like he can’t help himself, chasing every deep and unforgiving thrust the machine provides. Alex lets out a breathless laugh, peppered with delight. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Supposed to be so composed, so fucking proper. But you’re drooling all over my cock while you’re getting fucked open.”
Or: Caught between Alex's cock and a fucking machine, Henry experiences bliss.
✦ MAY ✦
garden of love | GA | 1.3K
Henry always thought of his love like a seed. One that will bloom into a beautiful, everlasting flower. Or at least, that’s what he hoped for. But as he grew up, his flower was so fragile, so unattended by all the boys he ever met, that it was bound to wither and die.
Or: Henry's love is like a garden.
in the magic fabric of our dreaming | T | 12..5K
“Henry!” Alex yells and catches Henry’s wrist, stopping him from taking any more steps. Henry turns back around and lets his eyes drop to where Alex’s fingers round against his pulse point. “I’m sorry—,” Alex says as he lets go of the wrist. “I’m sorry I snapped.” Alex continues as he starts to pace left to right. “I know y’all are best friends, and I know she loves you and always wants you around. That’s why it’s weird to me that she didn’t tell you her plans.” He pauses his pacing and pushes one hand through his already unruly curls before he continues. “I just have this gut feeling that something is wrong, that she's gone in some way, and I—" Alex lets out a deep breath as he lifts his stiff shoulders and looks down at the sidewalk. He murmurs, "I don't do well when people leave." A stillness falls between them, and Alex's heart begins to rush, fearing that Henry will simply turn around and walk away. “Let’s go find her,” Henry answers.
Or: In a world full of magic, it's easy to stop believing in it.
✦ JUNE ✦
no margin for error | M | 1.7K
Viktor steps back as he’s suddenly aware of how much he just revealed. His voice starts to tremble now, barely a whisper. “We built that car around you, Jayce—and we trust you with it. But I’m starting to think you no longer trust yourself.” Jayce stares back at the screens around the office, still showing the image of the crushed car. “I can’t drive slower; I can’t give up the fight.” “I’m not asking you to,” Viktor nods. “I’m just asking you not to make me mourn you.”
Or: Jayce crashing in Monaco triggers painful memories for Viktor, as well as a confession.
pearl necklace (and other delights) | E | 5K
“Baby, it’s beautiful!” “I’m sure they’ll look even more spectacular against your skin, darling. May I?” “Yeah, fuck, yes, please!” Henry takes the necklace out and places the box on the vanity table next to the door. Turning back to Alex, he steps around him and fastens the necklace around his neck, securing the clasp with care. His fingers are steady and reverent as they drape the pearl strand around Alex’s neck—the delicate necklace cool against his warm skin. The pearls catch the low light of the room, each one gleaming softly with a quiet promise. The necklace settles around his neck, just a bit loose, so it touches the tip of his collarbones. One pearl slides next to the other, weighted just enough to draw the eye.
Or: Henry gifts Alex a pearl necklace...or two.
hey, baby (I think I wanna marry you) | E | 5.7K
Henry stays on the porch step, just watching. Just looking. It feels like it’s the only thing he’s supposed to do right now—he should just let the world slow around him, let the red cliffs hold them still for a little longer, and look at the man he loves. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way Alex glows in the morning. Not like this, anyway. There’s no put-together sharpness, no fast-talking charm turned all the way up—just soft Alex. Sleepy, gentle eyes still crinkled from the pillow, sweatshirt sleeves too long over his wrists, and those damned soft curls that seem to be holding the secrets of the universe. And this knocks something loose in Henry every single time.
Or: Alex's curls are wild in the morning breeze and Henry can't get enough of his boyfriend.
✦ AUGUST ✦
please keep your door shut | GA | 7.3K
Alex has never seen so many shades of green in one place. The Welsh countryside rolls out before him, hills rising and falling in gentle waves, dotted with sheep that watch his rented Fiat with mild, unbothered curiosity. He follows the directions he received from the Airbnb host, winding past stone fences and wild hedges, until he reaches the cottage he booked—a storybook place with wisteria in bloom and a garden that looks like it belongs in a fairy tale.
Or: Alex books an Airbnb in the Welsh countryside.
cracked chest, numb heart (let me take your world apart) | E | 2.5K
“You react to pain,” Viktor says, almost like he is noting down lab results. “It makes you… attentive.” Jayce shivers when those fingers slip lower over his abdomen, gliding down towards the waistband of his sweats. He’s hard and he’s been hard for a while. Focusing on the pain inflicted by the needle and on Viktor’s beautiful face was more attention grabbing than feeling his cock fill out slowly. But Viktor apparently noticed.
Or: Jayce gets his first tattoo and Viktor gives him something extra too
✦ SEPTEMBER ✦
dance with me (so we don't cry) | T | 3.5K
The club is too full, too loud. The sound of the bass is hammering through the floor, like a slow, thunderous pulse rattling up Alex’s legs and lodging somewhere deep behind his ribs. The air is thick with body heat and body spray, while neon strobe lights are flickering left and right overhead, painting the crowd in fast-moving snapshots. The club is packed, and all the bodies on the dance floor are moving like one amorphous creature in a beat-heavy trance, dancing as if their lives depend on it. But Alex isn’t dancing.
Or: Alex is on a date and Henry has a boyfriend. And then they meet on the dance floor.
✦ OCTOBER ✦
'cause you mess me, test me, wreck me, yeah | E | 45.3K
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✦ NOVEMBER ✦
it's so sweet (knowing that you love me) | E | 7K
Jayce groans, blinking against the morning light streaming through the blinds of his bedroom. His whole body feels heavy and electric, buzzing with the remnants of the dream that’s still clinging to his skin. He dreamt about Viktor. Again.
Or: As a new morning rolls around, Jayce's dreams of Viktor finally do come true.
waiting for you (to come home) | T | 17K
Alex didn’t plan to be a dad. Scratch that. Alex hasn’t even thought about being a dad. Kids are something for future Alex to—maybe, possibly—someday consider, once he has his shit together. Present-day Alex doesn’t know how to feel and what to think. His career has just started to grow wings. But the thought of having a child and knowingly abandoning it—just like he was abandoned—Alex can’t even think about that.
Or: When Alex knocks up his one-night stand and ends up raising the child as a single parent, his roommate steps in to help.
✦ DECEMBER ✦
unkissed | E | 4K
“So, uh, I’m off,” Shane says from the other room. Ilya can hear his steps heading towards the door. Ilya remains in the bed, undressed and unmoved, staring blankly at the wall. “Goodbye, Hollander,” is all he can say. Ilya hears the door click shut. It didn’t even slam. It closed softly. Almost makes it worse. A few words and a soft click, and Hollander is gone. “Fuuuck,” Ilya groans, teeth almost biting into the filter of his cigarette. We didn’t even kiss, Ilya thinks as he lets his head fall back against the headboard.
Or: Ilya is the one regretting they didn't even kiss.
