not a request but so happy to see you're back online and writing again love your fanfics, love madam secretary, love you!!!

that’s so kind! thank you ❤️

I would love to explore their UVA days!! Henry’s fanclub, Ray Merchant the obsessed student, being collegue with Mike B, also a bit of jealousy maybe because i am sure they must have attracted some unwanted suitors, big family reunion for holidays with henry’s parents both alive

i definitely have a few one shots along these lines but i’m not sure it’s quite enough to justify a multichapter fic plotwise.

thank you for the suggestion ❤️

i’ve been thinking about elizabeth’s line in ‘labor of love’ about how after henry was discharged from the marines they had to get to know each other all over again and fall in love with each other all over again. i’d love to read something about that, if that interests you. no problem if it doesn’t!

interestingly i haven’t explored that period that much. i think it’s something i can definitely sink my teeth into a little bit! i’ll revisit that episode and give it a try in the next few days 💗 thank you!

how canon compliant are we talking? and do you have a particular mccord era you like to write about?

i’m very happy to consider an au if it has a basis in canon/is canon divergent (for example, same universe but what if elizabeth had never become president? what if they had met earlier/later? something along those lines)

ive written pretty much every era of their lives from college aged up to literally elderly 😭 so truly i will do any time frame, i don’t think i have a particular preference on that

hi tumblr! time for my annual madam secretary hyperfixation resurgence i think.

if i were considering ideas for some level of multi chapter fic, probably something canon compliant as it is my wheelhouse, does anybody have any thoughts on something you’d like to see? searching for the right piece of inspiration so if you have something, drop it in my inbox & let’s talk ❤️

thinking about them today 😭💕

Téa Leoni in a shop in New Bedford, Massachusetts, and a comment of that same post mentioning she was often seen in a pizza place in Dartmouth, just near New Bedford.

“She is a class act and very down to earth”

west duchovny fundraising for unicef via her instagram story! 🩵🩵🩵

are you still writing for msec??

hi! i haven’t been on this account in a while, so i apologize if this ask is quite old by now.

i tend to go through phases with msec. i don’t think i will ever truly be finished writing for it. if there’s something you’d particularly like to see, let me know and we’ll see! ❤️

this photo single handedly resurrected me from the dead

Are you doing any prompt requests this month?

i am not making a prompts list for this month because work has picked up and i’m also taking a trip to the us for two weeks!

however, you are still welcome to submit prompts from the previous list!! my inbox is always open, it may just be a minute before i get to them!

thank you for asking!

TÉA????

It was fear, she supposed; fear of bringing a child into a broken world, fear of upsetting the balance they had created, and maybe also a sliver of the fear that Henry might have been hoping for a different outcome to their leave it to fate approach. But their time was up; Elizabeth knew that she couldn’t keep it from him any longer, mainly because the guilt of it was eating her alive. 

Tonight, she had decided, would be the night. 

81-dresser drawer. i look forward to these everytime you put them out!

thank you so much for reading and requesting! I hope you enjoy!

prompts list here

“So,” Elizabeth said brightly, stretching on the balls of her sock-clad feet as she glanced at her wristwatch and smiled up at him, “I’m thinking we could definitely squeeze in Scrabble before dinner.” 

Henry was overcome; suddenly, he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“I have to give you something,” he said.

Henry could see her so clearly, a younger and less burdened version of her who had not yet seen the tragedy the world had to offer, leaning like this on the fence of her home. This fence, maybe, or one that had stood in this spot. She let out a long breath and tilted her head to the sky to let the sun sink into her face, and Henry was struck by the peace in her, something that had been missing for quite some time now. 

He knew what she was going to say long before she said it.

prompts list here 

The truck idling, Henry flipped open the center console and quickly flicked through its contents, the plastic cassette tape cases clicking against each other as he looked for the one he wanted. He pried it open and extracted the white tape from the inside of the box, slotting it into the tape deck of the truck with a satisfying click as it fell into place. A moment later, the familiar strains of the music filled the cab, drifting out of the windows as Henry, now feeling ready, backed out of the parking space and headed for the highway.

March prompt #26

thanks so much for asking & waiting!

prompts list here

Fatherhood and the lingering haze of grief were more intertwined than Henry quite cared to admit.