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Welcome :)

You can find my fics on ao3 and come chat with me on bluesky. Feel free to also drop into my askbox anytime you like!

I write for red, white and royal blue, all for the game and captive prince. You might find me also reblogging gelphie / wicked, hadestown, asoiaf, the burning kingdoms and dark rise.

My children (multichaps) can be found here:

Sparks Fly (rwrb) || 93k, 9 chs, college au ft. Henry's twin, George Fox, wedding mishaps and roommate shenanigans

down for the count (down bad for you) (rwrb) || 141k, 12 chs, boxing gym au ft lawyer alex and gym owner (& writer) henry

tangled in you (rwrb) || 58k, 7 chs, in which alex and henry swap bodies after cakegate. things go a little different from there

And that masterlist I mentioned can be found below:

Red, White and Royal Blue

alternate universe

sparks fly || 93k, 9 chs, college au ft. Henry's twin, George Fox, wedding mishaps and roommate shenanigans

His Royal Highness, Prince Henry of Hair-Pulling || 5.4k, olympics au, swimmer Alex & prince Henry

two foxes, one date || 4.4k, Henry's twin, George, sets him up with his college friend, Alex

down for the count (down bad for you) || 141k, 12 chs, boxing gym au ft lawyer alex and gym owner (& writer) henry

candy cane wishes and gingerbread (house building) kisses || 4.9k, high school au, puppy love shenanigans, gingerbread house building competitions

touch wood, stoke the fire || 7.5k, hallmark au, aged up fp, writer Henry, lawyer Alex, strangers to lovers, forced proximity

new leash on love || 10.7k, 5 times firstprince bump into each other at the dog park and 1 time they go together. match-maker david. ish.

the very first page || 10k, loose-cinderella au, meet-cute at a ball

pretty boy avenue || 9.6k, law student alex and massage therapist / OT student henry, speed-dating, speed awakening, house tours ;)

prima facie || 18k, law student alex and librarian henry, bisexual awakening, vaguely romcom au

canon-divergence

tangled in you || 58k, 7 chs, in which alex and henry switch bodies after cakegate. things go a little differently from there

pre-canon

oxford night out || 4.7k, pre-cakegate firstprince interaction, white house trio crash an oxford party and meet oxford-era henry

during canon

I wanna touch you (but you're too far away) || 2.9k, henry pov during one of their canon phone sex sessions, pwp ft yearning

post-canon

in other words, until eternity (baby, i'm yours) || 4.4k, fluff and smut, a morning in the brownstone, pwp

(just let me) adore you || 4.6k, fluff, first dates and flirting, just anonymous people in the world for once

man with a (pearl) earring || 7.3k, henry gets an earring and alex feels some type of way about it, pwp ft light d/s

a man of multitudes || 6.8k, henry can top in emergencies ... this is an emergency, pwp

is it cuddle time yet? || 1.8k, tooth-rotting fluff & cuddles

knock me up || 5.4k, pwp ft breeding kink & light feminisation

forever mine / forever yours || 9.3k, run-ins with Miguel and the fall out ft jealousy, panic attacks and hot tub sex

re: hometown stuff || 4.5k, a day in the life in the brownstone ft domestic fluff

pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round || 7.4k, pwp ft desk sex, weaponised praise kinks and mouthy bottom alex

thick thighs and pornstache rides || 4k, pwp ft sexy moustache's, felching and facials

threads of gold || 6.1k, pwp ft body worship and alex exploring his feminine side

badonkadonk || 2.1k, pwp, alex is obsessed with henry's ass

a compendium of cuddles || 11k, domestic firstprince, brownstone fluff, 10 cuddle positions

honky tonk badonkadonk || 2.9k, pwp, henry is obsessed with alex's ass

It's cuddle time || 2.6k, domestic firstprince, tooth-rotting fluff and cuddles

full system reboot || 5.9k, law student alex needs his bf, pwp, lap sex and light d/s

why can't I leave it unsaid? || 4k, immediate post-canon and moving in together, Alex reveals his fears of being too much

oh, how i love you || 1.6k, post movie canon, white house sleepovers, cuddles and fluff

holiday

christmas!

in the morning (so much love) || 1.6k, domestic husbands & dads, fp play santa

candy cane wishes and gingerbread (house building) kisses || 4.9k, high school au, puppy love shenanigans, gingerbread house building competitions

touch wood, stoke the fire || 7.5k, hallmark au, aged up fp, writer Henry, lawyer Alex, strangers to lovers, forced proximity

valentine's day!

international relations(hips) and the politics of power dynamics || 3.8k, valentine's day role-play, clive and juliana / modern family style, hotel bar pick ups and pwp

kid fics

by the book light || 2.2k, domestic husbands & dads, henry finds his son reading by his night light

a wonder to behold || 1.9k, domestic husbands & dads, competition for worst bed hair

in the morning (so much love) || 1.6k, domestic husbands & dads, fp play santa

with you, always || 4.1k, domestic husbands & dads, Henry shows his children how to find Orion

All For The Game

Jeremy / Jean

'cause I can't move until you show me || 2.5k, post-tgr, pre-relationship, jean reflects, and yearns, and hopes

you call, i come || 2.6k, future fic, established relationship, pwp post winning an exy match

Captive Prince

(Damen / Laurent)

oh, will wonders ever cease? || 2.4k, immediately post-kings rising, soft Lamen, hurt / comfort

somewhere only we know || 5.1k, post-the summer palace, romantic fluff, service top damen

That's it from me for now :) stay tuned for my wips, though! namely:

firstprince x titanic au

lamen x when did you get hot? au

jerejean x omegaverse au

laterkiss

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

#lgbtq #pride

veryluckyclovers

jineesm

Alex could literally just breathe, and Henry would be the happiest man on earth.

#this is the sweetest ever #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #Henry fox #firstprince

azaablue

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

my Pinterest mistaking my interest in dark haired guys on motorbikes as me being into Sirius Black and Darius Acrux is killing me. Like no. Im here for Jean Moreau and ONLY Jean Moreau

#Jean Moreau #aftg #all for the game

WIP Wednesday

Hello from the future. I'm back with WIP Wednesday for the first time in aaaaaages. I just finished a life so changed, but I have a few things in the works for firstprince, jerejean and lamen :)

RWRB, FirstPrince || keep driving — immediate post-canon road trip to the cotswolds

Alex is still wrapping his head around this dating a Prince thing. Not the Henry of it all—he’s well, uh, wrapped around his charming, Apollo-esque boyfriend with his soft smiles and sharp wit. It’s the tea and crumpets of it all that he’s still adjusting to. Whether to stick his pinky out when he sips from their delicate china cups. Which fork to use at dinner. Mary keeps shooting him looks each time he accidentally knocks his spoon against the side of his bowl. It’s just that the pumpkin and brown-sugar soup actually has the audacity to taste good, and he’s eager to spoon up every drop lest they try to feed him underseasoned chicken again. Alex winces at the second scrape and quickly pops his spoon in his mouth. Across the table from him, Henry looks up from his own bowl. His blonde hair is soft and wavy; his sweater is a cornflower blue that brings out the colour of his eyes. The side of his mouth quirks up as their eyes meet, and the unmistakable tinkle of china follows. Alex smirks at him and pulls the spoon from his mouth with a pop! At the end of the table, Mary delicately clears her throat. Alex’s eyes swivel up to her, his mood darkening a fraction as he takes note of her stony expression. Henry doesn’t quail beneath it, but it does have a sobering effect, his humour sputtering out. Annoyed, Alex inches his foot out under the table until he brushes Henry’s. His boyfriend’s eyes fly up and catch his, and Alex turns his face away just enough to make a funny face out of Mary’s line of sight. Henry’s blue eyes glitter with amusement, his spark flickering brighter again. Alex responds by hooking his foot around Henry’s ankle and resting it there for the rest of the meal, a warm tether, a way to take some of the too much.

All for the Game, Jerejean || glazed and confused — aka Jean is a pottery teacher and Jeremy's workplace are his pottery n sip students for the night

Laila stamps on his foot and he almost jumps. Clearing his throat, Jeremy gets to his feet and summons back his smile. “Hi, there. I’m Jeremy. I believe you’re the one I’ve been emailing with?” Jean fixes his grey eyes on him and Jeremy has to try very hard to remain calm and collected. Jean nods, placing the two extra wine glasses down and offering his hand. “Jean,” he says in a French accent that sends a flicker of heat racing down Jeremy’s spine. “Jeremy,” Jeremy manages to say back, and then mentally kicks himself for the repetition. He ignores a titter by his elbow and presses on. “This is a lovely studio. We’re very grateful to you for hosting us tonight. Some of us are more artistic than others, but I’m sure we’ll all manage a cup under your guidance.” Jean pauses in his movements. He takes a look down the table before his eyes flick back to Jeremy’s own. “It is not particularly hard. I will step in if anyone requests my help.” Jeremy is very, very sure he hears a whisper of I need you to under someone’s breath. And, well, can he blame them? He can’t take his eyes off Jean as he peels off to the refrigerator and comes back with two chilled bottles of wine. Right. Pottery ‘n’ Sip. Jeremy will not be sipping. Not only because he has to drive, but because he needs his wits about him if he’s going to be listening to Jean and his goddamn French accent all night. “I have water, too, for those of you that prefer it,” Jean adds and gestures towards the refrigerator. No one moves. Jean says nothing. Only crosses to the workbench sitting parallel to their little group and begins to pick up clumps of clay with careful hands. “Close your mouth, J,” Xavier hisses and Jeremy quickly looks away, shaking his head at his second-in-charge. “If I didn’t know how surprised you are right now,” Cody remarks, “I might think you planned this.” “I did plan this.” “Yeah, but not … this.” Cody gestures over to where Jean has picked up more clumps of clay. This time, his back is to them, and Jeremy tries very hard not to overly appreciate the way the apron cinches his waist nor the tight hug of his chinos. Jeremy sends him a shut up and quiet down smile as Jean turns around and makes his way to their end of the table.

anddddddd I can't forget about Lamen either.

Captive Prince, Lamen || (unnamed yet) post-canon, one year after Kings Rising the two meet in a tavern near Ravenel

A bowl of stew is placed before him alongside a large tankard. He downs both as the sky darkens and the stable boy comes in to build the fire higher, feeding the orange mouth logs until the chill is driven away. If he strains his ears, he swears he can almost hear the music from the square. When a particularly loud group enters the tavern, Damen drains the last of his ale. “The room?” He asks, slipping off the stool. “Two floors up, first door on the left,” the barmaid who had served him says, jerking her chin toward the stairwell. Damen thanks her and ascends the two flights of stairs, his cloak trailing behind him. When he reaches the top floor, he pushes open the first door on the left and turns to pull the deadbolt into place. He wiggles the doorknob and, satisfied, turns to survey the room. On his bed lies a man, pellucid eyes tracking Damen as Damen unfastens his cloak and lets it fall, pooling around his ankles. “Hello, lover,” says the man. Damen’s heart grows three sizes. “Hello, sweetheart.” He crosses the room in two strides and meets the heel of Laurent’s boot with the firm ridges of his chest. Laurent gazes up at him from under pale lashes as Damen runs a hand up the underside of his finely made boot, the leather supple under his fingertips. Over a great many months, Damen has become good at this. He unlaces the shoe with deft fingers and pulls it off. The other comes off easier, but Damen keeps hold of Laurent’s ankle this time. He kisses the inner part of Laurent’s foot and then his ankle joint before pressing his thumbs into the arch and beginning to massage. Laurent’s eyes close, brows lifting ever so slightly in pleasure. Damen watches the planes of his face, the haughtiness falling away. In their year together, Laurent has learned to drop the mask, and he sighs softly as Damen reaches for his other foot and begins to work that one too. “I missed you,” Damen says. Happiness rises in Damen again as he surveys Laurent, his pulse quickening as he observes the pinkening of Laurent’s cheeks. He has removed his doublet already, leaving him only in thin, piquant cotton, through which Damen can spot the line of his clavicles and curve of his pectorals. Laurent’s eyes are soft as he says, “And I, you.” Damen presses his tongue against the back of his front teeth, trying not to chuckle. He feels Laurent taut beneath him, his body primed to launch into action at any moment. So, he puts Laurent’s foot down. “Perhaps, I should bathe.” “Bathe,” Laurent repeats. “I am dusty from my ride,” Damen shrugs. He leans back on his hunches and pulls at his own doublet, discarding it. His undercloth is dark, still clinging to him in some places, pressed into his skin during the long ride. “I will hurry,” he promises, voice low. Laurent surveys him with austerity, though the darkness of his eyes gives him away. “I suppose that is prudent,” he murmurs. Damen peels his undershirt off and discards it. “Do I have your leave?” he prompts. Silence stretches between them. Damen attunes himself to each of Laurent’s breaths, each shift of his lightly muscled body, and waits for the knot in Laurent to loosen. Laurent muses in silence. His left leg, bent at the knee, falls open. Damen stays poised before him. His chest rises and falls as Laurent’s foot inches down the silks. Eyes locked on Damen’s, Laurent lifts his foot and hooks it behind Damen’s elbow. “And if I ask you to attend to me first?” “Then, it would be my honour, my king.”

Okay, that was a lot of words. point is, I'm excited to share some new stuff after posting titanic au for the last two months!

tagging a bunch because I want to hear what you're all working on - @cha-melodius, @anyroomsrio, @bigswitchenergyy, @onthewaytosomewhere, @welcometololaland, @14carrotghoul, @kj-bee, @songliili, @ninzied, @books2beach, @miharaikko, @dragonflylady77, @judasofsuburbia, @kiwiana-writes, @lfg1986-2, @marzelgrimm, @nocoastposts, @myheartalivewrites, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tailsbeth-writes, @dizzymisslizzie, @crownedinlove, @whispered-story, @ebelila, @theprinceandagcd, @youtookmethere

jerejean cathedrals …

#aftg #all for the game #jerejean #jeremy knox #jean moreau

welcome back, jeremy knox

#jeremy knox #aftg #all for the game

mulderscully

The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #henry fox