ninzied
when nothing goes right, go left.
nina. keeper of pens. always looking for paper. tracking #userninz• rwrb fic • gifs • kastle • kanthony • ao3 •
12255 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
fancybook
Fancy Book
little-chubstr
LittleChubstr
kittykatz009
Feral Little Teru
theghostofalittlevictorianchild
(insert smth funny)
parno-ajie
Parno_Ajie
Text
some sentence sunday
There are days when Alex longs for the wide, open space of his hometown in Texas, actually getting to see the stars and feeling like he’s part of more of the world than just the one made in New York. He longs to see Henry back there, freely and utterly himself in a way that Alex has never seen him get to be anywhere else. The moments they’ve spent there feel almost stolen from time, and more than anything Alex wishes they could finally belong to him and Henry alone.
Someday, he thinks, glancing across the room at Henry and smiling a little. Someday.
Today, though, is something else, because today they’re at a charity event for Henry’s youth shelters; they are there specifically to be seen, by just the types of people that Alex usually couldn’t care less about when it comes to what they think. People who say things like upper echelons but unironically, and who refer to waitstaff as the help.
It feels kind of gross having to turn the charm on this hard for them. But it’s for a good cause, and, well.
Alex would be lying if he said he doesn’t get the tiniest thrill whenever Henry casually takes his hand right in front of their literal salad, or catches Alex’s eye over a glass of champagne and smiles at him like no one else is in the room.
And it gives Alex even more of a thrill that these people have no clue what Henry plans to do with his title.
So, yeah, maybe a part of him kind of totally wants everyone to see. To know that Henry—Prince Henry, to them—is his boyfriend. His.
Now he just needs to make sure that guy knows it, too.
tagged by:
@cha-melodius @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @sparklepocalypse @theprinceandagcd thank you all!
tagging:
@anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @carrythesky @celeritas2997 @dreamsinthewitchouse
@eusuntgratie @ejunkiet @firenati0n @garglyswoof @getmehighonmagic
@guillermosfamiliar @heysweetheart-writes @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @junebugclaremontdiaz
@magicandarchery @mulderscully @nocoastposts @notspecialbabe @piratefalls
@priincebutt @suseagull04 @stereopticons @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @wordsofhoneydew
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
KRISTEN STEWART
Who What Wear (March 2024)
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Thanks @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @theprinceandagcd @ninzied and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags!
Guys, I am Behind now on the Divergent AU (it's my RBB project). Granted, it's 500 words, but I'm not going to have a chance to catch up for another two weeks... And I probably need to stop worrying about it, tbh, especially since chapter 3 is now done!
With that said, here's the end of that chapter! Which is decidedly not six sentences...
All of a sudden, Alex was yanked into a sitting position and being pulled toward the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
As he neared the edge of the net, he could just barely graze the hard stone floor below with his toes. He was being pulled toward those mesmerizing blue eyes, though, so he didn't resist a single tug of his fingers.
“Come on,” the blue-eyed man said. “You have places to be.”
Places to be? What else exactly did the faction leadership have in store for them on their very first day?
Alex had no idea- and to be honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Kind of lost track of who's done this today, so if you have, ignore me, and if you're too busy, also ignore me- these tags come with no pressure at all!
@celaestis1 @celeritas2997 @daisymae-12 @emmalostinwonderland @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @heysweetheart-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @iboatedhere @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites @read-and-write- @welcometololaland @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @sherryvalli and @14carrotghoul- plus, as always, an open tag for anyone who wants it! PLEASE tag me if you use it!
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thanks for the tags, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @ninzied! One day I’ll actually finish something, but for now, here’s more than seven sentences of something new.
Ever since he insisted on tagging along to June’s beginner ballet class, so much of his life has been spent in front of a studio mirror, pushing himself to be just a little bit better—to make his lines cleaner, his turns neater. Over time, the dance studio became a sort of refuge for him, a place where he could pour himself into perfecting his technique to distract himself from his own reality. The day his dad left, Alex spent hours at the barre rehearsing the same eight-bar combination until June showed up and dragged him back home.
June worries, but Alex knows that it’s all of that hard work that led him here. All the countless hours rehearsing and perfecting are what allowed him to become a member of the New York City Ballet, and now, if he wants the lead in Rafael Luna’s newest production of Swan Lake (and he absolutely does), he has to work even harder.
Which is why he’s here, in Studio 3, well after the streetlights have come on and everyone else has gone home, trying to perfect the series of fouettés in the coda of the Black Swan pas-de-deux. If he can get this right, Raf will have to give him the part of the Swan.
“Oh, sorry.”
Alex slips and stumbles at the sound of the voice coming from the door. From the round English vowels, he knows who it is before he even turns around.
Tagging @hippolotamus @indestructibleheart @magicandarchery @myheartalivewrites @inexplicablymine
@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @jamilas-pen @filet-o-feelings @treluna4
@lizzie-bennetdarcy @smblmn @nontoxic-writes @tyfinn @beaiola
@ships-to-sail @chelle-68 @missgeevious @mostlyinthemorning @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3
@celeritas2997 @wordthieve @dinnfameron
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner
304 notes
·
View notes
Text
And way up there, I actually love it
#did a literal jaw drop this is so stunning#the blending and the coloring and the all of it of it all really#that third gif??????????#what the!!!!!!!!!!#henry alone with that background full of noise and grandeur#the opulence of it is so oppressive#rwrb#thank you for tagging me ♡
193 notes
·
View notes
Text
ao3.
and that's how it works
a co-worker au. based on the prompt: kiss out of spite. ~2.4k.
Alex can’t stand him from the start.
He tries not to actively dislike any co-workers, as a general rule. It takes effort, and time, neither of which he wants to spend on this guy—unless said work has been affected, which, Alex has to admit that it hasn’t.
But there’s something about him that rubs Alex the wrong way the moment they get introduced.
He’s hard-working, Alex supposes, and the quality of the work isn’t lacking. He’s punctual, and to-the-point in his emails. None of those things are an issue. He does make a habit of helping himself to Alex’s office supplies, but a few missing staples and running out of printer paper don’t exactly justify a grudge.
The guy’s personality is, objectively, annoying. He has the worst taste in ties, which to Alex says a lot, and he can’t go more than five minutes without alluding to his pedigree in some way (Alex knows this because he and Nora have made a drinking game out of it at work functions).
Still, it doesn’t explain the weird surge of resentment he gets every time he looks at the guy. And not understanding it might be the most annoying part of all.
He just wishes he knew why.
.
Alex works in the legal department, but the coffee’s way better in HR down the hall, so most mornings he’s using their break room. Most mornings, and at lunchtime too, and in the afternoons more than once until Nora starts cutting him off, which. Fair.
Apparently he’s not the only one who’s discovered HR’s superior coffee, though, because he’s always there too, and always at the same time as Alex. Seriously, can he not? It’s bad enough that they share a cubicle. Now Alex has to suffer the insult of watching him fucking microwave his coffee like some kind of sociopath, too?
“Are you following me?” Alex demands to know one morning, a little ridiculously. He’s aware that HR is not the best place to be throwing accusations around, but he’s kind of had it with this guy. “Because—”
At that exact moment, the door is opening, and Henry Fox is walking into the room.
“Oh, hey,” says Alex.
Henry glances at him the way he always does, that is to say, a little bemused as to what Alex is doing here. But Henry had been his point person when he was hired six months ago, so he must know Alex works here, right? Besides, he’s been coming to drink their coffee every day of those past six months now, and he knows Henry knows this because their breaks usually overlap and the way Henry barely says two words to him half the time is starting to feel kind of personal.
“It’s Alex,” says Alex, because, well, just in case.
“Yes, I’m aware,” says Henry. After a beat that’s long enough to get awkward, he says, “Err. Right then.”
And then he smiles and waves at Hunter, who isn’t even supposed to be here either, and walks over to take the seat Hunter has saved him like they’re all in fucking high school.
Hunter says something smarmy about a new art gallery or what-the-fuck-ever he went to last night, using a slightly too-loud voice that’s clearly meant to be overheard. Alex grits his teeth.
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to go,” says Henry. “What did you think?”
Alex scowls. Fuck, he fucking hates Hunter.
.
“So how’s the transfer going?” asks Hunter one day.
Alex jerks involuntarily and splashes hot coffee all over his hand. “Motherfucker,” he says, and then, because his filter is fully shot now anyway, he glances over at Henry. “You’re transferring? Like, jobs?”
“Oh. Um. No. Departments,” says Henry. Alex supposes that’s all he’s getting—four whole words must be some kind of record—but then Henry continues. “To editing. Starting first thing next week.”
“Oh,” says Alex. “Cool. That’s…a big move.” Literally. That’s, like, whole floors away. He opens the freezer door with his good hand, and wonders what the coffee tastes like up there in editing, if it would be weird to find out sometime. He grabs a fistful of ice.
“Yes,” Henry is saying. “It will be quite the change, and I—wait. Sorry.” He stands abruptly, and Alex stares in surprise as Henry comes over and stops right in front of him. “Please put the ice down.”
“Um,” says Alex. “O…kay?”
“You should use lukewarm water,” says Henry. “Cool, at best. For your hand.”
“Oh,” says Alex. “Right. Thanks.” He turns to the sink, feeling weirdly aware of the fact that Henry is still standing there. “It’s too bad,” Alex says before Henry can decide to sit down next to Hunter again. “Kind of a big loss for HR.”
Henry’s brows knit back together. “Is it?”
Alex shrugs. “To my knowledge, no one else personally escorts new employees to their cubicles on the first day of work. Like you did with Hunter here, for example.” He levels Henry with a grin. “I was there when you showed him around, in case you don’t remember.”
Henry’s expression is inscrutable. “I do,” he says.
Alex makes a point to not look away. “Guess that wasn’t a thing back when I started.”
“Ah,” says Henry. He’s flushing for some reason now. “No, I suppose not.”
Alex considers him. He can’t decide if Henry’s playing dumb, or if he really doesn’t remember that he’d been the one to help hire Alex. Then he decides he doesn’t care, because both options make him feel like something on the bottom of Hunter’s shoe, which he hates.
“Think I’m gonna head back.” Alex looks expectantly at Hunter, who only lifts his mug like he’s still planning on being a while. Fucking fine.
He can still see the two of them through the glass pane in the door when Nora walks by with a stack of folders.
“You okay?” she asks, in a tone that says she’s guessed the answer.
“Fucking no,” says Alex anyway. “What are they even doing? Talking?”
Nora sneaks a peek through the window. “Appears so,” she deadpans. “Talking in the break room. Unbelievable.”
“I know, right?” Alex scowls, then realizes he’s left without his coffee, which makes him scowl even harder.
Nora sighs, then slips her free arm through his. “Let’s walk.”
“Do you think Hunter likes him?” asks Alex. Because—not that he’s spent a lot of time on this—Alex thinks that Hunter does, and nothing is worse than the thought of Henry liking him back because he doesn’t know any better.
Maybe Alex should say something.
Nora is looking sideways at him. Alex isn’t sure why. “I think what Hunter likes is people with a pedigree,” she says. “Anyway, what’s not to like? Henry’s a snack.”
“What?” says Alex. Objectively, Henry looks a bit like an Adonis, but, “That is so beside the point. And just because Hunter’s like Harvard royalty or whatever doesn’t give him the right to come in here and trick people into liking him when—”
“When you were here first?” Nora supplies.
“What?” Now Nora is really missing the point. “This has nothing to do with me, or with Henry. I just meant, like, you know. In general.”
“Right,” says Nora. “I must have misunderstood.”
.
Alex keeps going back to the break room, of course. The coffee’s still better, and he can keep bothering Nora even though she’s transferring soon too (to marketing two floors down, the traitor). None of those things have changed just because Henry is no longer there every day.
The one thing that does change, Alex notices with a dark kind of satisfaction, is that Hunter does not go back to the break room. In fact, he starts bringing his own coffee each morning (Starbucks, which seems very on-brand). If anything, Alex only has more reason now to escape to HR and not spend any more time around Hunter than necessary.
About a week after Henry’s transfer, Alex realizes he’s used the last of the break room’s cinnamon. Again. Goddamn it, he thinks. He’s just spent the morning in back-to-back meetings, he’s getting his coffee hours later than usual, and now this?
He rifles through the cupboards for a second and then a third time just in case there's a rogue bottle somewhere. “Fuck me,” he mutters.
“What’s the occasion?” comes a voice from the door, and Alex turns to find Henry leaning against it. His arms are crossed, and he’s doing that chin-tilty thing that apparently means Alex has zero control over what comes out of his mouth.
“What are you doing here?” Alex blurts.
Henry raises an eyebrow. “I could’ve been asking you the same thing for the past six months or so, but I haven’t.” He uncrosses his arms and comes over. “Would you believe me if I said I came here for the coffee?”
“No,” says Alex, with absolute certainty. “You don’t drink coffee.”
Henry blinks. “I could,” he argues after a moment, then straightens a little. “In fact, maybe I planned to start today.”
“Uh huh.” Alex gestures for him to have at the machine. “Do you even know how to use it?”
“Can’t be that difficult,” says Henry. He gives the machine a dubious look, and Alex doesn’t mean to but he starts to laugh.
“Here, I got it. Was about to make some for myself anyway.”
“Ah.” Henry looks abashed suddenly. Even the tips of his ears have turned pink. “Suppose you’ll be wanting this, then.” He pulls a ground cinnamon bottle from his pants pocket.
Alex shakes his head in disbelief. He could actually kiss Henry right now. “How did you—?”
“Well, you were running low last I was here,” says Henry, like that’s a totally normal thing to have noticed when Alex has never seen him touch the spice rack once. “Figured you'd be out by now, so I nicked some from the break room upstairs. No one’s been using it there anyway.”
The shock on Alex’s face makes him backtrack. “Sorry,” he says, flushing an even deeper pink now. “I—didn’t know you’d be here. You’re usually, um. Earlier. I can return it, if you’d like.” He says all this in a rush.
“No, it’s great,” Alex says emphatically. “Don’t you dare take it back.” He’s still staring a little, but that can’t be helped. Henry knows how he likes his coffee. And Henry had planned to restock the cinnamon without Alex ever knowing.
Henry clears his throat, looking around them. “You didn’t bring Hunter with you today,” he notes.
“No,” says Alex immediately. “God, no. And I don’t bring him anywhere, he just. Shows up. Honestly, I can’t stand the guy.” Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.
“Oh, thank Christ,” Henry says, looking immensely relieved. “Now that I don’t work in HR anymore, can I just say how little I enjoy his company?”
This is way better news than when Henry had first reached out to Alex with his offer letter and starting salary. He grins. “You can. In fact, please say more.”
Henry looks rueful. “I really shouldn’t.”
“It’s just that—” Alex sobers a little. “He was the only person you seemed willing to talk to.”
“It was easier, for me.” Henry takes a breath. “I feel less shy around people whose opinion of me doesn’t matter as much.” He pauses, something meaningful in the way he looks sidelong at Alex now. “I do want to be better about it.”
Alex nods, considering this. He tries hard not to smile. Probably not hard enough. “I can work with that.”
.
“You do realize neither of you work in this department,” says Nora, pulling food from the fridge.
Henry sips the tea Alex has just made him. Coffee, turns out, had been a lost cause. They’re both leaning against the counter, elbows not-quite-touching but getting closer to it every day, by Alex’s estimation.
“Do any of us, at this point?” Henry muses.
Nora shrugs. “Fair.”
“Just don’t tell You Know Who,” says Alex.
“Who’s You Know Who?” Hunter asks from the doorway. He has a confused smile on his face as he looks from Henry to Alex back to Henry again. Normally the sight of Hunter fills Alex with the most profound irritation, but now he’s feeling kind of pleased.
That’s right, he thinks smugly at Hunter: Henry is mine.
Huh. Suddenly things make a lot more sense now.
“Hey, did you get my email about the museum opening this Friday?” Hunter asks Henry, and Alex bristles instantly. Did Hunter not get the look Alex just gave him?
“Ah,” says Henry awkwardly, and it would be endearing if he didn’t also look so deeply uncomfortable. His awkwardness now is so different from the bashful kind of awkward he used to be around Alex; honestly, Alex can’t believe he’d never been able to tell between the two until now. “Actually, I’m—”
“Going,” says Alex, “already. With me.”
Henry looks at him in happy surprise. “Really?”
“Really,” Alex says firmly. And then, because he likes how dumbstruck Hunter looks right now, and because Henry doesn’t pull away when Alex puts an arm around his shoulders and he really, really likes that too, he does the only thing left that makes sense to him, which is to lean in and kiss Henry. He kind of feels like he might die when Henry kisses him back.
Fuuuuuuck.
Henry’s eyes are still closed when Alex leans back. He’s dimly aware that Nora has shooed Hunter out and closed the door behind them. He’s more acutely aware of how Henry licks his lips, then opens his eyes with an oddly vulnerable expression and says, “Alex, please tell me you didn’t just kiss me for Hunter’s benefit.”
“What? No. I mean—not exactly.” Fuck. Why can’t he use only the words that he needs? “The answer’s still no, but I might’ve used it as an excuse if I’d kissed you like two weeks ago. But that’s not why I kissed you just now, and it’s not why I’m going to kiss you again.”
“Oh, you think you’re going to kiss me again, do you,” Henry says with a hint of a smile, lifting his chin in a kind of challenge that Alex does not intend to back away from.
“One-hundred-percent,” he says, then pauses. “Unless you plan on reporting me to HR.”
“Honestly,” says Henry, “I might have to report you if you don’t.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Alex says, very seriously, and he pulls Henry back in.
361 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seven Sentence Sunday
ok so i think it's only eight this sunday - and this is like the 2nd sunday in a row i've actually counted (that's really kinda throwing me lolz)
so more smuttiness from the first of the one night stand fics - cuz so far on that one smut is all i've written lolz but soon i'll have some funny bits for it - but really who doesn't want smut on a sunday lol
ok so i have a few tags already today so thanks ever so much @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @theprinceandagcd @stellarm @tailsbeth-writes @sophie1973
@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise & guess i'm stealing @kiwiana-writes open tag cuz i can lolz
so smut-adjacent words and tags below the cut and of course open tag to anyone who sees this and wants to play too
He doesn’t know if the moans echoing off the walls are from him, Alex, or some combination of the two. Henry is almost sad that no one is around to hear them. He’s never really been an exhibitionist before, but he wants the world to know that he can bring this man over the edge, cock untouched this time, and make him lose his mind and all sense of his surroundings.
He works them both through their orgasms, slowing to a gentle rock until they are too sensitive for anything. He gently pulls out, and the moan Alex lets out at the loss makes him want to fill him again. He’s never wanted to fuck a man as much as he does Alex. He could probably spend the rest of his days doing so and never tire of it.
As much as he loves fucking Alex, he knows that if there by some miracle is yet another time, he wants to feel Alex in him again. He wants to feel Alex pressing into him, his weight over him, as he grasps at Alex’s back, marking him as Henry’s for just a bit longer.
alright so a no-pressure tag you're it to @adreamareads @agame-writes @agostobuwan @anincompletelist
@bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall
@firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic
@heysweetheart-writes @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jellibuns
@jmagnabo92 @junebugclaremontdiaz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy
@magicandarchery @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester @nocoastposts
@piratefalls @priincebutt @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste
@thedramasummer @thesleepyskipper @thinkof-england @tinyarmedtrex
@typicalopposite @wordsofhoneydew @yrsacdfox @captainjunglegym
@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @violetbaudelaire-quagmire
as always if ya did this and i missed it well - i guess i'm just skipping through the tulips and caught ya in the fairy dust i sprinkled along the way lol
41 notes
·
View notes
Photo
you have everything. so hold on to it.
990 notes
·
View notes
Text
in sickness and in health
firstprince. 1.8k. rated t. sickfic/post canon/married life.
Sickness comes in degrees.
It’s not a competition, yet it almost feels like one.
Henry has a rather nasty cold, but June had her appendix removed, which means she wins. Because of her victory in the unwell olympics, Henry will stay in Texas while Alex flies to New York to visit his sister and the rest of their chosen family, something Henry desperately tries not to resent.
Instead, he focuses his annoyance toward Alex’s arsehole coworker who came into work sick three weeks ago, passed it onto Alex who then passed it onto Henry. The virus barely affected his husband, but Henry’s immune system simply is still not as strong after a lifetime of being sheltered from every illness that could possibly cross his path.
He sniffles helplessly as Alex shoves too many pairs of underwear into his bag. He feels wretched, in various ways. He wants nothing more for Alex to curl around him and lull him to sleep, and wants Alex to get rest too. The bags under his eyes make Henry’s nibble on his bottom lip with worry, knowing how buried he has been with cases, how little sleep he has been getting even before all of this.
READ ON AO3
#am very in love with this slice of life fic#of them pining harder than ever#even as literal husbands#the line about rio--them getting to fall in love a second time and not even caring who sees--#it healed something in me#rwrb#firstprince#firstprince fic rec#thank you for tagging me ♡
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
FLORENCE PUGH
via Rebecca Corbin-Murray's Instagram | February 14, 2024
318 notes
·
View notes
Text
some sentence sunday
There are days when Alex longs for the wide, open space of his hometown in Texas, actually getting to see the stars and feeling like he’s part of more of the world than just the one made in New York. He longs to see Henry back there, freely and utterly himself in a way that Alex has never seen him get to be anywhere else. The moments they’ve spent there feel almost stolen from time, and more than anything Alex wishes they could finally belong to him and Henry alone.
Someday, he thinks, glancing across the room at Henry and smiling a little. Someday.
Today, though, is something else, because today they’re at a charity event for Henry’s youth shelters; they are there specifically to be seen, by just the types of people that Alex usually couldn’t care less about when it comes to what they think. People who say things like upper echelons but unironically, and who refer to waitstaff as the help.
It feels kind of gross having to turn the charm on this hard for them. But it’s for a good cause, and, well.
Alex would be lying if he said he doesn’t get the tiniest thrill whenever Henry casually takes his hand right in front of their literal salad, or catches Alex’s eye over a glass of champagne and smiles at him like no one else is in the room.
And it gives Alex even more of a thrill that these people have no clue what Henry plans to do with his title.
So, yeah, maybe a part of him kind of totally wants everyone to see. To know that Henry—Prince Henry, to them—is his boyfriend. His.
Now he just needs to make sure that guy knows it, too.
tagged by:
@cha-melodius @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @sparklepocalypse @theprinceandagcd thank you all!
tagging:
@anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @carrythesky @celeritas2997 @dreamsinthewitchouse
@eusuntgratie @ejunkiet @firenati0n @garglyswoof @getmehighonmagic
@guillermosfamiliar @heysweetheart-writes @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @junebugclaremontdiaz
@magicandarchery @mulderscully @nocoastposts @notspecialbabe @piratefalls
@priincebutt @suseagull04 @stereopticons @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @wordsofhoneydew
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#firstprince#firstprince fic#rwrb fic#rwrb fanfic#firstprince fanfic#well it's been 84 years since i've done one of these#possessive alex. protective henry#those are the vibes of this one#wip: mine
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lovers in Paris
--
Uncropped free on SubscribeStar
389 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hey look! Words! Still not in the best place when it comes to my writing, but I'm enjoying this right now so I guess that's all that matters. Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @orchidscript, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, and @sparklepocalypse. (I just realized the snippet I planned to post is nowhere close to seven sentences, oh well, not changing my mind now.)
The city buzzes with the activity of a summer night, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the clink of dishes mingling with the rumble of traffic. Alex stares idly at the magazine covers on display at a newsstand as he waits at a crosswalk; one loudly asks, Does Gen Z Have a Soulmate Problem? Alex can’t begin to guess what it’s supposed to be.
The light changes. A car horn blares down the block. Alex blinks.
When he opens his eyes he’s no longer in Brooklyn.
To be fair, that’s the least pressing issue at the moment. Top of that list would be the absolutely excruciating pain on inside of his forearm, although the shouting and sound of running footsteps—and fuck is that gunfire?—behind him are certainly fighting for his attention. He looks down at his arm to find blood rapidly soaking through the fine wool of his suit, except it’s not his arm. The hand he’s staring at is white and larger than his own, with neatly trimmed fingernails in contrast to Alex’s bitten down ones.
“Did I get fucking shot?” Alex asks the world at large. The voice that comes out of him is deep, and his vowels round like they’re fighting for an accent he doesn’t have. As if in answer, the guys running toward him start firing at him again.
Tags below the cut, and an open one for anyone who wants it, tag me so I can see what you're writing!
@clottedcreamfudge, @rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @14carrotghoul, @sherryvalli
@bigassbowlingballhead, @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @welcometololaland
@iboatedhere, @nontoxic-writes, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @dumbpeachjuice
@firenati0n, @wordsofhoneydew, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine, @cricketnationrise
@oxfordslutphase, @ninzied, @cactusdragon517, @adreamareads, @mirilyawrites
@loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @justabigoldnerd, @eusuntgratie, @myheartalivewrites, @heysweetheart-writes
@thesleepyskipper, @ships-to-sail, @porcelainmortal, @onthewaytosomewhere, @mikibwrites
#okay this whole thing is a lot of AAAHHh to process but#this line#'Alex can’t begin to guess what it’s supposed to be'#just made me laugh and laugh because is so perfectly tired-millennial of him to say and i love it#rwrb#firstprince
70 notes
·
View notes