FANWORKS FRIDAY
Rules: share a fic you wrote (or fan art or gif) that you are proud of! Moodboard optional!
Obviously I’m late, but thank you to @thisbuildinghasfeelings @reyesstrand @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @mooshkat and @bonheur-cafe (if I missed anyone lmk). I’m going to read all of the fics you guys linked and will rb the posts <3
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This fic poured out of me like lightning in a bottle and I’ve never written so fast. (12k in a week! That’s a lot for me!)
I wanted to write Carlos whump where TK actively risks his life to save Carlos, and then the s3 premiere aired, they were broken up, and I knew that was the key: TK saves him even though they’re broken up! Because he still loves him!!! And it breaks open everything he doesn’t want to admit to himself or to Carlos.
Anyway, please heed the warnings, and ty in advance if you decide to read. <3
A safe distance (pg-13, 12k)
TK is left traumatized after he risks his life to save Carlos during a mass shooting. In the aftermath, he is forced to confront the reality of their breakup and his fears of the future.
Content: Mass shooter situation. Blood/graphic depiction of a traumatic injury. Post-traumatic stress and panic attacks.
(I spent way too long on this collage laskdjl)
I know a lot of people have done this, but this is an open tag if you haven’t. Also: @thekristen999 @spaghett-onaplate @longhornletters @paperstorm @mikibwrites @bubblesandroses8 @lonestardust @never-blooms
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thanks for the tag @carlos-tk 💜 here's a bit of from the university years of the college exes au
He comes over to Carlos slowly from the side, runs his hands from the center of Carlos’ back, letting them fan out across his shoulder blades before giving him a gentle squeeze. He drops a kiss on the crown of Carlos’ head, breathes in the scent of his shampoo and feels his heart tighten as it always does when they’re close like this.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks, ruffling a hand in Carlos’ curls and gently scratching his scalp.
Carlos laughs softly, more so lets out a puff of air. TK shifts to sit across from him, reaching for Carlos’ hands. His boyfriend offers them to him without hesitation though he doesn’t rush to speak.
It’s one of TK’s favorite things about Carlos. He’s always deliberate with his words, keen to get his thoughts out just right to paint an accurate picture of what he’s feeling. Since they started dating, perhaps even since they first started becoming friends, TK has admired that trait. He himself doesn’t have much of a filter and often finds himself having to backpedal if he speaks too rashly in the moment.
But not Carlos. He seems to have come out of the womb knowing the importance of words, of taking his time.
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Here's a bit more this week from the Firstprince The Vow AU. Still very much writing off vibes and little else, but at least I'm having fun! I hope you all will enjoy too
Alex hears the light tinkering of piano keys from down the hall. He halts in his writing, pen hovering over the page as his head tilts toward the music.
Henry isn’t playing anything in particular, just striking the keys at random and yet the sound warms something inside of him.
It’s almost as if he can hear Henry thinking, sussing out a melody all his own until he finds what it is his heart and mind are searching for in the music.
Alex’s eyes close as the opening notes of Your Song begin to play in earnest. A small smile tugs at his lips, an embarrassing sting of tears in his eyes that he quickly blinks away.
He listens on, rising to his feet without a thought and exiting the room, compelled as if by a siren song.
He finds Henry playing with his eyes closed, swaying to the sound his deft fingers are producing. Alex leans against the door jamb and watches in awe, completely transfixed as Henry works his way to the next and final verse.
As he hits that closing note, Henry takes in a deep breath, nodding to himself before opening his eyes.
Alex gives him a slow round of applause and it’s obvious from the way Henry jerks against the piano bench that he didn’t realize he’d had an audience.
“Have I disturbed you?” Henry asks, his hands falling away from the keys hastily like a child expecting to be admonished.
Alex shakes his head, quick to dispel any concerns.
“Nah, you didn’t. I needed a break from going over contracts anyway.”
Henry’s smile is self-conscious as he looks back down at the keys and clears his throat.
“Right. Well, glad I could assist somehow then.”
Henry looks up at him fully, his brows knitting together, the picture of perplexed.
“You wear glasses,” he says.
Alex laughs and touches his metal frames.
“Damn, we really have to go back to basics with each other, huh?” he muses.
It was meant as a joke, but from the way Henry’s lips pinch, Alex has half the mind to kick himself.
“Doctors are looking into how best to remove my foot from my mouth. Sorry,” he says.
This joke at least seems to land as Henry lets out a soft sound through his nose that Alex fully takes credit for as a laugh.
“Mind having some company?” he asks, probably pushing his luck with this small opening.
Henry extends a hand to the room at large, welcoming him. “Please.”
Alex pushes off from the doorway and steps further into the room, taking a seat beside Henry at the bench. He takes it as a good sign that Henry doesn’t recoil or seem uncomfortable at their closeness.
“You should keep playing,” Alex encourages, gently nudging his knee against Henry’s.
Henry smiles. “A personal concert?”
“For your biggest fan, yes.”
Henry searches his eyes and there’s a softness to his expression that, for one glorious moment, echoes with the sort of tender gaze Henry used to grace him with regularly.
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