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firenati0n · 2 days

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wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to everyone for the tags over the last few weeks (i will tag back under the cut). <3 appreciate the shouts!

here is a snip from the doc i have affectionately named nolan!alex / murphy!henry fuck around and find out, the actor au...collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers YEEHAW! pls forgive any editing errors <3

Alex's eyes are hot as he blinks back tears, Henry's profile blurring and distorting. “Tu me manques, remember? You kept saying that and I kept going ‘Oh, he's so hot when he's speaking French’ like the idiot I am. But I looked it up and it's not just ‘I miss you’, is it? It’s fucking ‘you are absent from me’, like a piece of me belongs to you, a part of you that’s mine. Why would you—why the fuck would you whisper this to me so earnestly every time you think I can’t hear you, and then turn around and pull this shit? Are you embarrassed by us, by me? Is the piece of me you have not enough?” Henry stands in front of him, eyes a little distant and haunted, fingers flexing at his sides. His silence cuts Alex to the fucking core, lances through him and gets him square in his traitorous little heart. A fickle thing, love is. Will he ever be enough for someone? Alex steels himself to say the words he’s been holding back, the words that have been pushing up behind his teeth for months, making his gums ache and jaw tingle. “I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Henry. I deserve better. And I think you do, too. You just won’t allow yourself to see that, and it’s killing me.”

xoxo roop

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#roop writes #fic: nolanmurphy firstprince #rwrb fic #fics #wip wednesday #actor au #rwrb #chels I'm sorry for this one #this is mean #but it's all i have fjalksdjfklajsdklf #i said i wouldn't share more but this is quite literally the only new thing i have written or edited in a while so #here y'all go

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iboatedhere · 3 days

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Thank you @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius @jmagnabo92 for the tags!

Should be the last share from the Neighbors AU before I post sometime this weekend, maybe.

Alex doesn’t know what happened.

One second he was making a mental list of all the things he had to do when he got to the office (1. Top off his coffee. 2. See if there’s anything to the claims of voter suppression from the Richards campaign out in Grand Rapids. 3. Have an all-consuming but totally low-key breakdown in the bathroom about what will happen if Senator Luna doesn’t win in November. 4. Help the interns put together SWAG bags for the fundraiser next week in Flagstaff.) and the next he was on the cold ground looking up at the cloud filled sky.

“Are you all right?”

A voice, soft and British and fucking lovely floats down.

It’s his hot neighbor, the one with the long legs, cashmere sweaters, and adorable beagle who moved in three months ago, but Alex has yet to introduce himself to.

This is not the way he thought it would happen.

He thought it would be a nice bottle of wine or whiskey—and glasses from the gift shop near campaign headquarters, the ones with the city grid etched into them. Maybe a couple of tea towels or coasters. Something simple and fun.

It would be late and his neighbor would invite him in for a drink and they’d get to talking and….

Alex isn’t looking for a boyfriend—not with how busy he is—but they could have fun.

But work got in the way and time passed and suddenly it felt too awkward to welcome him to the neighborhood when he was already set and settled.

“Can you hear me?”

Alex turns his head to watch slipper clad feet start down the steps followed closely by dog paws.

“Careful,” Alex tells him before he hits the bottom, “it’s really—.”

His neighbor gets two steps from the stoop when he goes down, hard, landing with a thud beside Alex.

“Slippery,” Alex finishes.

“Fuck,” his neighbors says. “Ouch.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “You know, it’s the property owners responsibility to remove snow and ice from the sidewalk in front of their home.”

“Bloody hell. You could sue me.”

“I could. Probably get you to pay for any medical bills I might accrue.”

“Will you have medical bills?”

“Probably not. I think my ass broke my fall.”

His neighbor makes a strangled sound then coughs.

Tagging: @suseagull04 @anincompletelist @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @magicandarchery @maxbegone @orchidscript

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@liminalmemories21 @luainthewild @youcancallmekathyp @bitbybitwrites

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#firstprince #firstprince fic #rwrb #rwrb fic #wip wednesday #neighbors au

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thesleepyskipper · 2 days

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WIP Wednesday

Many thanks to @jmagnabo92, @three-drink-amy, @theprinceandagcd and @duchessdepolignaca03 for the tags!

I've been primarily working on my neighbours AU for @aroyallybigbangrwrb but I thought I'd feature something a little more spicy today that is a much older WIP that I haven't gotten around to writing properly yet.

Alex takes himself in hand, thinking only about Henry. He finally understands why Henry’s face has been the one to appear in all of his fantasies over the past few months, almost every time he takes a shower and he can no longer resist the urge to touch himself. Now that he’s had the chance to experience the real thing, the taste of him, the weight of him in his mouth - it all finally makes sense.

The next time they’re together, Alex desperately wants him in the shower.

Also taking the open tag from @kiwiana-writes!

More tags for anyone else who might like to share: @noahreids, @cha-melodius, @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites, @cricketnationrise

@ships-to-sail, @rmd-writes, @indestructibleheart, @nontoxic-writes, @sparklepocalypse,

@magicandarchery @fullsunsets, @priincebutt, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dragonflylady77,

@suseagull04, @agame-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @anchoredarchangel, @tinyarmedtrex

@henryspearl, @inexplicablymine, @nocoastposts

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #shower thoughts #shower time #spicy content #a little bit of E-rated goodness #wip wednesday

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sparklepocalypse · 2 days

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Happy Wednesday! Should I be writing my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic? Yes. Have I been this past week? Nope. Thanks for tagging me though, @alasse9, @magicandarchery, @heysweetheart-writes, @thesleepyskipper,

@duchessdepolignaca03, @orchidscript, @firenati0n, @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes,

and @faketrex!

I'm tagging @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @thinkof-england, @priincebutt, and @zwiazdziarka today, but of course my tag is open to any and all!

So since I haven't been writing my Big Bang, you may be wondering what I've been up to. It's not the Big Giant AU, either -- nope, it's a brand new AU that I don't want to share too many plot details about, but suffice it to say it'll be full of all my old standards: angst, smut, schmoop, etc. Today, I bring you a snippet of a little conversation that Alex and Henry are having on what may or may not be a date, depending on whose perspective you're considering.

“You’re a duke?” Alex asks. “I honestly had no idea.” Frankly, Henry would’ve preferred to keep it that way. “You mean you don’t stalk my Wikipedia entry regularly?” Henry jokes. “Probably for the best. You only get the official facts there and none of the interesting ones. This is an official fact, though; Grandpa bestowed the title unto me when I turned twenty-five in March.” “Now I want an interesting fact,” Alex declares. “I fenced competitively until I was nineteen,” Henry replies instantly. “I was bloody good at it, too. Probably would’ve had an Olympic run like my cousin Anne had with her equestrian competitions. But then there was a minor incident where a foil tip was improperly attached, and I wound up very slightly stabbed—” Flatly, Alex interjects, “You what.” “Very slightly,” Henry emphasizes. “Didn’t even leave a scar, but my dad nearly had a heart attack when he found out, and that was the end of my fencing career.”

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #my fic #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #alex x henry #firstprince #rwrb movie #wip wednesday #himbo alex au

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14carrotghoul · 2 days

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WIP Wednesday

Hello and thank you to @cha-melodius @suseagull04 @adreamareads @heysweetheart-writes @orchidscript and @firenati0n for the tags!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ here's another excerpt from the cheating fic sequel. I thought I hadn't written much but there's already 6k in that motherfucker and I haven't even gotten to the wooing?? Wack. Anyway, having SOOO much fun playing with writing styles as seen below hehe

EXCERPT: The Washington Post: “Henry Fox on creating during crisis” by June Claremont-Diaz

“I didn't realize how hungry readers were for my personal life,” Henry Fox says as he pours himself his perfect cup of tea – Earl Grey in a mug stamped with the face of the beagle sniffing underfoot. “I'm fairly private, but it's not like I haven't written about my life in the past.”

The bestselling author has only recently revealed that his breakout novel, Avoiding Plans and Sucking Cock, is based on his late teens to early twenties – reinvigorating interest in the tearjerker and casting light on Fox's personal experience with grief, self-destruction, and dysfunctional family dynamics.

His newest novel, the recently announced Out of Spite, is based on a bright yet complicated chapter of his life.

“It will be my happiest book by far, but complex in a way my readers have come to expect from me.” In less than a decade, Fox has tackled difficult topics such as addiction, loss, rejection – all with a subtle vulnerability and forgiveness of his characters that keep readers coming back. This time around, mutual healing from infidelity is at the forefront.

As he sips on tea and nibbles on imported biscuits, he exudes a calm aura that would never betray his tumultuous personal life. His apartment is cozy, his dog is adorable, and his demeanor is warm. This, he says, is thanks to his blossoming romance with his love interest.

I feel like I'm always on the later side of these so no pressure tagging @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @junebugclaremontdiaz @xthelastknownsurvivorx @happiness-of-the-pursuit and anyone else that wants to share!!!

#rwrb fic #my wips

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inexplicablymine · 3 days

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YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR

by: @inexplicablymine

Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Blurb: An introspective character study on Alex’s destructive tendencies post canon, and how he copes.

4.2K | M | One Shot

He would let the rich pavement and wide open highways take him home. Texas bluebonnet wild, cicada strong, sideways pampas grass floating freeways situated between wildfire season and the inevitable downpour of hail that tramples Mother Nature's roadside finger paintings.

But he fucking can’t.

Because New York City doesn’t have cicadas; it has cockroaches.

He can’t take the key around his neck and let it be a homing device—protective shield across his heart when he’s run out of air and the gas tank goes low.

Or, After the dust settles and the Brownstone becomes home, it should all be okay. So why does it all still feel so hard?

READ NOW ON AO3

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adreamareads · 2 days

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WIP Wednesday? Not quite...

In lieu of WIP Wednesday (thank you for the tags @firenati0n @cha-melodius ), I bring you: a finished work for seasonal reading.

Nora leads the rest of the "Super Six" (June, Pez, Bea, Henry, and Alex) in a Passover seder, livestreamed for charity.

“Thank you to President Claremont for letting us commandeer a room in the White House for our project,” Nora announces briskly. “Of course, there was the official White House Seder that was led by Vice President Holleran, which was held on the first night of Passover. This is just an educational fundraiser.” “And we’re putting the fun back in fundraiser!” Alex grins, proud of himself, and the group groans in unison.

Tagging some others in for WIP Wednesday or Work "no longer in Progress" Wednesday or whatever you want to share! As always, open tag to share your works and tag me in return.

@onthewaytosomewhere @typicalopposite @14carrotghoul @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise

@littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @xthelastknownsurvivorx @suseagull04

#adreama writes #passover #rwrb fic #red white royal blue #red white and royal blue #fanfic #holiday fanfic #nora and the holidays #rwrb

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seanchaidh7 · 2 months

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Henry & Alex - from Rule Britannia by @duchessdepolignaca03

His breath hitched in his throat as Henry let his kimono slide off his shoulders, tantalizingly down his arms, until they were pooled just above his elbow, revealing most of his back to Alex.

Henry’s skin was perfect and smooth, soft and pale, pristine but for the collection of freckles. Alex couldn’t help his fingers reaching out and drawing lines between Henry’s freckles. Henry didn’t stop him, though he could feel the pleasant shiver running up Henry’s spine, the way his spine flexed and contorted slightly. The idea that Henry was ticklish made him sigh happily, finally breathing.

After a few moments, Henry let out a little laugh. “The aftersun, dear. Don’t skimp.”

Right.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb art #alex and henry #alex claremont diaz #henry mountchristen windsor #prince henry #first prince #henry fox #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #my art #rwrb fic #seanchaidh7

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ninzied · 24 days

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green things

alex kisses henry to make another guy jealous. that’s it. no other reason. based on a prompt for @onthewaytosomewhere. modern au. 1.9k.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Pez remarks, halfway through one of the worst house parties Alex has been to in his life. Seriously; he’s been to so many, and none of the others even compare. “Something on your mind?”

Yes. “No.” Alex takes a sip of his drink and goes casually back to not looking at Henry.

He’s kind of not really been okay-totally-watching-them all night, and it’s fine. It’s fine, because it doesn’t matter who Henry talks to, what matters is that he looks happy, and animated, and hasn’t stopped smiling.

He hasn’t stopped smiling all night.

“Hey, so, who’s the guy?” Alex asks.

Pez glances over. “Ah—yes, that’s a visiting prof in Henry’s department. Hazza talks about him quite a lot, actually.”

Alex grits his teeth so hard he’s surprised that none of them crack. “Does he.” He refrains from adding under his breath, Well, I’ve never heard of him.

“All the time, as a matter of fact,” Pez continues. He doesn’t even sound like he’s had to exaggerate. “And with good reason. It’s not even that he’s easy on the eyes, though there is that too. He’s already accomplished so much in the field despite being our age, from what I understand.”

“I see,” Alex says as neutrally as possible. He’s starting to see a lot from where he’s standing, actually, and he doesn’t like it. Like, at all.

Pez raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “Do I spy something green?”

“No,” Alex says quickly, too quickly this time. “Nope. Definitely not.”

“Well, if you say so.” Pez pops an hors d’oeuvre in his mouth and chews, surveying the room like it’s his own private theatre. Like he’s waiting for something. Like he has a vision. It’s both impressive and disconcerting to see.

As if on cue, someone comes up to Mister Accomplished and claps a hand on his stupid-broad shoulder, drawing his attention away. He flashes Henry a grin—one that’s way too white and with too many teeth, in Alex’s opinion—before walking off and leaving Henry alone in the corner.

Henry, who’s no longer smiling as he closes his eyes and sags at the shoulders. He tilts his glass back and drinks.

Well, fuck. Alex can’t even be glad anymore that the guy has just left because now he wants to punch him for it.

“Douchebag much?” he mutters under his breath.

“Oh, most excellent,” Pez is saying at the same time. “Couldn’t have planned the thing better myself.” He clears his throat, all business-like all of a sudden. “It appears that our poppet is in need of assistance. Are you up to the task, Alexander?”

“Wait.” But Alex finds himself getting pulled along by the sheer force of Pez’s will before he’s even finished speaking. “What task, exactly?”

Pez looks two seconds away from rubbing his hands together like some kind of cartoon villain. “Nothing like making a man jealous to finally spur him into action.”

Alex sputters; didn’t he just say that he wasn’t—? But then he catches the pointed look Pez gives Mister Accomplished again. Oh. That guy. Then: “Wait, that guy?”

“Nothing gets past you, does it,” says Pez.

Alex makes a wild gesture. “You want me to make that guy jealous. Fucking how?”

Pez lets out a long-suffering sigh. “The fact that I must spell it out for you really does explain a lot, actually.”

“A lot about what?”

“One kiss ought to do it, I think,” Pez muses, almost to himself.

Alex swallows. Flirting with Henry every day like he does is one thing. Harmless, mostly, unless you count feeling heartsick that Henry never looks at him the same way.

What Pez is suggesting, though, may be the thing that tips Alex fully over into heartbreak territory.

“I don’t, um.” He clears his throat and glances toward Henry, who’s gazing into his now-empty glass. “What makes you think he’ll be down with this plan?”

“Absolutely nothing, he would never. Which is why we must be quick about it.”

“But,” Alex starts to protest.

“Alex.” Pez says his name like he’s scolding a child who’s being too selfish. “Don’t you want to see Henry happy?”

“More than anything,” says Alex, too honestly. Fuck.

“Then trust me on this,” says Pez, in the voice of a person who’s not to be trusted at all, before opening his arms wide and beaming. “Hazza, darling.”

“Oh, thank God,” says Henry, glancing up as they approach. “I need another one of whatever this was.”

“I have a better idea,” Pez sing-songs, then looks askance at Alex. “Unless, of course, someone’s getting cold feet. I can always ask if dear old Hunter’s available, I think I saw him by the—”

“No, I’ll do it,” Alex says instantly. “I’ll take one for the team.”

“Yes, a big sacrifice on your part,” Pez murmurs, and Alex shoots him a sharp little glare. Henry scrunches his brow, looking between the two of them in something like concerned confusion.

“Alex? What’s going on?” he prompts carefully as Alex marches up to him, taking a breath. He’s determined to do this for Henry, no matter the cost to himself.

“All right. I’m ready,” Alex says solemnly. “Lay it on me, Fox.”

“Sorry,” says Henry, “I still have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“Babe,” and Alex takes Henry’s face in his hands, “Don’t even worry. I’m here to make all your dreams come true.”

Henry stands frozen as Alex presses their mouths firmly together. There’s a second that lasts half a lifetime in which Alex thinks he’s made a terrible mistake.

And then Henry’s lips soften—wow, fuck, they are really soft, actually—and then he’s kissing Alex back and so hard that Alex stagger-steps, almost knocking a chair over as he pulls Henry even closer.

He tries not to totally lose it when he feels Henry’s fingers thread through his hair, or the hitch in Henry’s breath when their lips part and their tongues meet.

It occurs to him that they probably shouldn’t be kissing like this while surrounded by all their work colleagues. Alex doesn’t really care. All he cares about is how devastated he’ll be once it’s over.

Henry is the first to pull back. He’s breathless and smiling, and Alex’s heart hurts like fucking hell but this is what he wanted, right? To see Henry this happy?

Alex puts his hands on Henry’s waist, which, fuck, he shouldn’t have done that; now he thinks he might never let go. His breath comes up short as he gasps into the space between them, “Is he watching?”

Henry blinks. His smile falters a little. “Is who watching, Alex?”

“The guy you were talking to. I was trying to make him jealous.” Alex can’t bring himself to see if he’s noticed. Alex thinks he would rather die than look away from Henry right now. All he wants is to kiss him again even though he probably shouldn’t. “Do you think it worked? Henry?”

Henry has gone very still in his arms. The expression on his face is glazed over, distant. “That’s why you kissed me? To make someone jealous?”

Fuck, they really should’ve talked about this first. Fuck. “Yeah?” Alex winces.

“That man specifically? I didn’t even know you two were acquainted.” Henry heaves out a breath, looking strangely like he might be sick. “So you—you like him, then?”

“What? No, of course I don’t like him. I don’t even know him,” says Alex. Henry isn’t making any sense. “I thought you liked him.” Unless…shit. Unless Henry just doesn’t want them both liking the same guy?

Henry just stares at him for a long time. He’s looking kind of like Alex is the one who’s lost it. “You what?” Henry says finally.

“I thought you liked him,” Alex repeats, but this time it comes out as more of a question.

“You thought I liked him,” Henry says for emphasis. “That man.” Like there’s some other guy Alex could possibly be talking about right now.

“Apparently,” says Alex. He realizes he’s clutched the sides of Henry’s shirt and wills his fingers to loosen a little. It feels like some kind of miracle that Henry hasn’t shoved him away yet. “And then you looked so sad when he went to talk to other people, and I thought, I don’t know, that I’d help? Pez said you talk about him all the time, so…” Wait. Wait a minute.

Henry breathes out. Something solidifies in his expression, like he’s just worked through a math problem of his own. “Hmm,” he says in a weirdly calm tone. “Did he, now.”

“Yeah,” Alex says slowly. “He…” What else was it that Pez had said? Nothing like making a man jealous to finally…

Wow. Okay. Well-played, Okonjo.

“I see.” Henry looks pointedly around for Pez, who’s conveniently nowhere in sight at the moment. “Percy didn’t also happen to mention the fact that the man’s an absolute bellend who’s been gatekeeping my department’s research funding? That I’m thus woefully obligated to kiss the ground he walks on at parties?”

Ah. “He…did not,” Alex allows. “So, just to be clear, you don’t? Like him?”

“Christ, no,” Henry says firmly, and Alex feels something light in his chest flutter and try to take flight.

“Anyway,” Henry goes on, looking all sober now for some reason, “I ought to apologize on Pez’s behalf. He really was only trying to help, in his way. He knows how I feel about—well.” He flushes. “And I’m sorry, too, for kissing you like that. I was under a very different impression as to what it, um. Actually meant.”

“Yeah, hold up.” Alex straightens. “You kissed me back.” Henry looks cautiously on as Alex starts smiling and can’t seem to stop. “You had no idea and you still kissed me back.”

Henry goes a shade pinker each time Alex says the words. “Yes, well,” Henry says faintly. “I believe what you said was something about making all my dreams come true? Which I did take at face value.”

Alex tightens his hold on Henry again. Definitely not letting him go after that. “Henry,” he says. “You’re my fucking dream, are you kidding?”

“I—” Henry gazes at him. His smile is soft with something like wonder. “You’re serious?”

“How do you think Pez got to me?” Alex wants to know. “Do you have any idea how jealous I was of that guy when I thought you were into him?”

“Mm.” Henry tilts his head. “Yet you kissed me fully believing that it would, what, drive him so mad that he’d throw himself into my arms?”

“I did.” Alex takes both of Henry’s hands into his. “I want you. Henry. But I think I want you so much that the only thing I want more is for you to be happy.”

Henry’s eyes are bright and so very, very blue. “And if I told you that they’re one and the same?”

Alex is smiling so hard that it hurts. He never wants to stop feeling like this. “Then I guess that guy can be jealous all he wants,” Alex shrugs, bringing Henry’s hands up to his shoulders. “Because he can’t have your arms now, they’re mine.”

“Noted,” says Henry, mock-seriously. “Anything else you wish to claim while you’re at it?”

“Actually,” says Alex, “yeah, just so we’re clear,” and he pulls Henry back in for a kiss.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrbedit #rwrbsource #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfic #rwrb fanfic #iuserzoe #chrissiewatts #userveronika #usernuria #usersteen #usergayppl #sheisraging

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