#wip:snippet

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you @stereopticons, @kiwiana-writes, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @three-drink-amy, @cha-melodius, @maxbegone, and @cricketnationrise for the tags!

I've been struggling lately. I've got two projects that are this 🤏 close to being done (probably), and my brain has completely stalled on them... Also, y'know, what can I say? The depression do be depressing lately. SO. I'm sharing a completely out of context snippet from my (loose) The Magicians AU because I do really want to get back into it.

I did not write it this week, or even this month. I actually think I wrote it at the end of last year, lol. AND it's more than seven sentences. So, clearly, I am considering the supposed ~rules of this game to be optional, lmao. Either way, here you go:

Henry's lips taste like salt. Alex pulls back slowly, regrettably, only to find a wet trail from Henry's ocean eyes to his lips. Henry looks away as his hands drop from Alex's hair, but then Alex's hands are the ones on Henry's face, carefully brushing the tears away with his thumb. "Sweetheart," he breathes. "What's going on?" Henry shakes his head. "We almost lost you," he says, voice coming out a bit louder than Alex would've expected. "Alex, I almost lost you." "Okay, I already got an earful from Nora. I don't need—" "—This isn't about what you need." Henry says it with such impressive force that Alex shuts his mouth with an audible clank of his teeth. "Besides, I think you do need to hear it." He swallows. Hard. "And I need to say it."

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: fillory and further

[indestructibleheart]

Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick." 

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes.  Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or  the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor. 

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth. 

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically. 

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face. 

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table. 

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

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#wip:snippet #m:wip #fic: breaking character

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you to @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @three-drink-amy, @junebugclaremontdiaz and @itsmaybitheway for the tags!

My tags on MJ's snippet notwithstanding I'm sharing a snippet from our project that I wrote this morning. Apologies in advanced.

Alex, I’ve stared at this vile text box for what must be an inordinate amount of time, trying to decide how on earth to start this email—but it seems I ought to begin with the simple, universal truth that is the beginning (and perhaps even the end) of me: I love you, Alex. From the moment I wake, I think of you. I open my eyes and trace my fingers over the unruffled sheets on your side of our bed, which have long-since grown cold. I think of other mornings, on which I awoke to the sight of you sleeping peacefully. Your curls, unruly, spilled across the pillow, serving as the only reflection of your chaotic waking mind. You’re so beautiful, always, but it’s in those private moments, where everything is still, that I am reminded of what a privilege it is to know you the way that I do. 

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: rwylm

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you @kiwiana-writes, @wordsofhoneydew, @cha-melodius, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags... though, once again, I've done little writing outside of my drabbles so far this week. Work continues to kick my ass—it made me cry not once, but twice today.

So, yeah, we're doing great.

Anyway, this week's WIP Wednesday will be in the form of tweets from The Coma Fic™️. I'll be pausing it briefly to work on a Christmas project, so this might be the last you see of it for a minute:

BuzzFeed News ☑️ @ BuzzFeedNews ROYAL ALERT: Prince Henry of Wales was spotted in Washington today. Could he be visiting his BFF Alex Claremont-Diaz after yesterday’s runway incident? Catch up on their friendship timeline: bit.ly/2jp6sl 11:42 AM · 2 Sept 2020 Oliver Westbrook  ☑️ @ BillsBillsBills Anyone—in the GOP or otherwise—buying Richards’s performative sympathy for Ellen Claremont or the FSOTUS probably needs to hear this: the IRS isn’t texting you about your taxes. Don’t click that link. #FraudAwarenessWeek 4:38 PM · 4 Sept 2020 Julie Thompson @ drjthompson Look, all I’m saying is that nobody questioned Kennedy’s ability to run the country after losing his child. Or Roosevelt. Or Coolidge. Or Lincoln. If you’re questioning Claremont’s dedication to her duties while FSOTUS is in a coma… Your sexism is showing. 1:06 PM · 8 Sept 2020 m. @ hortonhears Sooo we gonna talk about how Prince Henry showed up in D.C. last week and legit hasn’t left the hospital once? Or we just gonna let that one go? 3:12 AM · 12 Sept 2020

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Tagged this week by my beloved @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @firenati0n, @three-drink-amy and @itsmaybitheway! Thanks, y'all!

Here's more-than-seven sentences from a fic I've briefly referenced before and recently renamed "texas hold 'em" for reasons:

His own sister crosses into his line of vision then, being lightly tugged by Nora. Their hands are clasped tightly, and Nora's hips are moving to the beat as she more-or-less dances (not walks) her way past him. "Aren't you going to join us, Henry?" Bea asks without coming to a stop. "I rather think you could dance circles around us all. Remember our classes?" Henry rolls his eyes as he bites back a smile. Unlike when Alex had asked, there is sarcasm there; the playful curve of her lips betrays the faux-genuine lilt of her voice.  "Nice try, you," he half-shouts after her, "Our waltz lessons certainly did not cover this." "Yes, well…" Bea continues trotting backwards towards the floor, hand wrapped around Nora's. "When in Rome!" she chirps, then properly turns to follow at full speed. As their dancing troupe grows by two, Henry can hear Alex and June singing along—more accurately, shouting along a melody—right in each other's faces. He can't quite make out the slurred jumble of words but June's arms are stretched into the air as Bea and Nora fold in to create a circle, and Alex… Well, Alex just looks radiant, lit up by the neon signs in the window. He's so bright, Henry has to look away, looking down into his gin and tonic before the color burns his eyes.

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: texas hold 'em

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you for the tag, @kiwiana-writes!

Back in September, @b13-maybethistime suggested a canon divergence based on a certain episode of a certain wee-woo show that I don't even watch anymore... but something about it spoke to me. It promptly got a playlist, but I got distracted by trying to finish my The Magicians AU. Out of nowhere, it started writing itself in my head at 2am this morning and I wrote the following in my Notes app:

The news of Alex’s accident is delivered to Henry through a muted television.  By this point, his ex smiling at him through the static of passing screens isn’t unusual. It hasn’t gotten any less painful, of course — the longing to return to the lake house only claws the chasm in his chest open wider, in fact — but he’s gotten used to the sensation. He’s entirely prepared to tell [whoever] to change the channel to literally anything else, but the words across the bottom of the screen have him blurting a request that the volume be raised instead. “FSOTUS IN CRITICAL CONDITION” glares at him from the bottom of the screen, above a no-less-alarming sub-headline: “Alex Claremont-Diaz among three rushed to the hospital following accident on private airstrip.” The anchor describes the incident in such detail that it nearly makes Henry wish he’d left the report muted. Photos and short video clips flood the screen as she speaks, showing security camera footage, cell phone shots from onlookers, and professional photographs taken of the aftermath — apparently, a jet skidding across the runway into a vehicle makes quite the mess. Knowing that Alex was somewhere in that black SUV as it bent into a truly horrifying shape turns Henry’s stomach. When he looks to Shaan across the room, he’s already tapping away at his tablet. “I can get you there by half-past four.”

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#wip:snippet #m:wip #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you for the tags, @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @cha-melodius, @junebugclaremontdiaz, and @three-drink-amy!

So, remember when I said I was almost done with The Coma AU and you'd seen the last of it during a WIP game like this?

I'm a dirty, filthy liar.

Okay, no. I was telling what I thought was the truth at the time, I swear, but... talking it over with a couple pals, I decided that this fic is gonna be longer than I'd initially planned. I'll be working through it for a while as I essentially double its word-count to make room for the development I want to happen, lol.

I'm still having a really hard time making words happen, but I did manage a few sentences this weekend. Here's six:

He's spent every night since his arrival tightly tucked into the king size bed with June, Nora, Pez, and Bea—or some combination thereof. It should be uncomfortable, but Henry's actually quite confident it's the only reason he's slept at all. Today, he wakes at the center of the bed: June to his left, and Bea to his right. Lifting his head from the pillow, he sees Nora on the other side—her back to June's chest—and Pez almost comically curled up to fit on the end as Nora's little spoon. Henry has to throw his hand over his mouth to stifle a sob at his first waking thought: Alex would love this.

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you for the tags, @rmd-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @maxbegone, and @three-drink-amy!

I'm getting close to the end of The Coma Fic™️! Hooray!

I've just reached the point where I don't want to share out of context snippets anymore because I don't want to spoil important moments... even though y'all already know Alex is gonna wake up. Anyway, that means this is the last time I'll share a snip until I drop the whole thing (and it's a few more than seven sentences):

For a moment, Alex thinks Nora has a point. It's not so bad. Alex looks out at the lake, watching the moon glisten against the still water, and he thinks… You know what? Yeah. He can stay here. It's peaceful, and he has June and Nora—figments or not—and, maybe, he's tired of fucking fighting all the time. Maybe he's here because he deserves some goddamn peace.  Then he lays down on his back and the sky spreads out above him. That's another thing about Austin. You can really see the stars out here. D.C. isn't quite as bright as other big cities he's been to, but out here? The midnight sky is littered with stars, scattered as far and wide as he can see. And he's never been one for astronomy, but it's easy for his eyes to spot a familiar belt of three stars and a sword held high. "What're you doing out here?" There's a shuffling sound next to him, and Alex turns his head to find Henry—finally—dropping to lie beside him in the dirt. His blonde hair is sticking to his forehead and droplets cling to his eyelashes. He's as beautiful as he's always been. Alex's lips twitch. "Looking for Orion," he says. "Ah," Henry replies. "Any luck?" He hums in the affirmative. "The three stars there"—he takes Henry's hand, twines their fingers, and points them together, as if Henry wasn't the one who taught him—"are the dead giveaway. That's the belt, and his shoulders up here…" "I see." Henry smiles; it's in the smooth tone of his voice. "I had no idea you were into astronomy." Alex smiles. "Oh, I'm not," he teases, dropping their still-twined hands onto the ground between them. "Some guy taught me. The things we'll do for a piece of ass, right?" Henry laughs. "A piece of—Christ, Alex." He shakes his head. Mud collects in his hair. "Charming. Truly." "Yeah, I was gonna be really charming when I busted down your door," Alex says. "You dodged a bullet." Instantly, Henry's smile fades. Alex wishes he could take it back.

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you to @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @guillermosfamiliar, and @maxbegone for the tags! I spent most of the day making this new banner instead of actually writing, so I'm late to the party, but at least it is still firmly Sunday in my timezone!

I'm back to my Coma AU™️ bullshit this week. I've admittedly also got total brain-rot for this currently secret project with @kiwiana-writes, buuuut I can't share any of that yet because the part I've written thus far gives away the farm. 😅 So here are seven(ish) sentences I've written this week for PCSFOPTP:

[Henry] folds the note in his palm. "It's, erm, a rather dreary reference to a Greek myth—a poem, actually, by Ovid." With his free hand, Henry reaches out to softly curl his fingers around Alex's. "Thisbe and Pyramus were lovers, living in connected houses, but—as these myths often go—their parents were sworn enemies." Nora pipes, "Obviously." "Obviously." Henry cracks half a smile. "Well, Thisbe and Pyramus were forbidden to wed, but they fell in love anyway—whispering through a crack in the wall that separated them." June makes a sad sound, not unlike a sigh. "What happens to them?" The lump in Henry's throat grows so thick, he fears he may choke.   "They both die at the end."

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, and @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags! ❤️

I have reached the point of the Doctor Who AU where I'm so close to finishing it that my ADHD brain has decided it cannot focus on it... which is incredibly annoying, but whatever. I'll finish it when I finish it—as you can see, I am trying to be kinder to myself, lol.

I was able to write some of The Coma AU™️ this weekend... so that's what I'm gonna share today. This is a piece of Alex's coma dream, particularly where shit gets real for him.

Content Warning: Major character injury, some light purple prose (lilac prose?) describing remembering a car accident.

It's also more than seven sentences, as these often are.

Please note the "ish" in the graphic. 😅

He remembers now. Waist-deep in Lake LBJ, he remembers the last letter Henry wrote him, left on the kitchen counter. Alex remembers the silence. The waiting. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent, drafted and deleted. Dear fucking Thisbe, stuffed into his pocket on the runway. He remembers the sound of it first—skidding and screeching and sirens—then the white hot pain. It starts at the back of his neck and travels down his spine. Waist-deep in Lake LBJ, his knees buckle, but four hands catch him before he faceplants into the water—Nora's hitting his sternum hard enough to crack his ribs. Alex isn't even sure where they fucking came from, but they practically drag him out of the water until the three of them collapse into a pile of tangled limbs in the dirt. His ears are ringing like crazy; he only vaguely hears June's voice above the din, saying, "Stay with us, Alex. We've got you." He wants to tell her he's not going anywhere.  His lips won't move.

As a reminder... Alex will be okay, despite how grim this snippet may seem, and there will be a happy ending.

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#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you to @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags! I love y'all.

We are back to The Coma Fic™️ this week, folks. I was supposed to be focusing on the DW AU so I could get it done, but this weekend is actually a rough anniversary... so I've been working on something angsty instead. Because I'm an extremely normal person who copes in an extremely normal way. ✌️

This is a few more than seven sentences because I can't decide on a reasonable place to cut it lmao.

As the fic's nickname suggests: Obligatory TW for the hospitalization/serious injury of a MC.

If Henry thinks about it too much, his stomach twists like a knife and he fears he'll be sick. Again. He still feels rather terrible about the fact that he'd stepped right back out of Alex's hospital room the moment he found the courage to walk in, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to find a rubbish bin in the hall. Henry had gone right back to his side, of course, after Shaan had escorted him to the private washroom, encouraged him to splash some cold water on his face, and provided him with a piece of gum, but he still can't look at Alex for too long without feeling sick. It's been days, and Henry still can't bring himself to speak to him—not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much to say. Speaking it aloud without any certainty that it will reach Alex feels strange.  Everyone else seems to excel at it, though. June keeps him abreast of Amy and Cash's conditions while Nora feeds him polling data and gossips about someone named Hunter. Oscar Diaz talks about what's happening in California and tells stories Henry is sure Alex has heard before about base-jumping and cliff-diving. Zahra tells him he's the cause of her migraines and needs to get his shit together. Even Bea sings to him. But Henry… He can't seem to form a single word. Even a "hello," quickly died on his tongue on the first day.

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @duchessedepolignac, @guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @sparklepocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#wip:snippet #m:wip #fic: pcsfoptp

[indestructibleheart]

Thanks for the tags, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, @inexplicablymine, and @three-drink-amy.

I'm keeping things going today with a little more of my project with @kiwiana-writes, since we've been having a lot of fun with that this week. This is actually part of the same scene I shared on Wednesday, which I just finished writing, like, ten minutes ago:

"What I don't understand is how the lot of you can sit there and do nothing."  "What choice do we have?" June says. Deliriously, Henry wonders if he sounded so ridiculous on that rainy night in Kensington—truly, it's no wonder Alex burst through the palace doors, forceful as the storm outside, and called him an obtuse fucking asshole. But that was a lifetime ago. Henry is no longer the gilded prince who simply allows things to happen to him; he'll be damned if he'll let this happen to Alex without a fight.  It seems fitting that Alex's own words fly from Henry's mouth then:  "You could try." 

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @guillermosfamiliar, @hippolotamus, @jettestar, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: rwylm #kiwiana

[indestructibleheart]

Tagged by my beloveds: @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @cha-melodius, @vanillahigh00, and @junebugclaremontdiaz.

By this point, MJ (@kiwiana-writes) and I have both casually mentioned a secret project. It's still a secret, but I am a menace and a plague and I'm sharing this with absolutely no context whatsoever:

Henry's gaze flicks across the desk to meet the stoic expression of the President of the United States: a carefully schooled pose he recognizes from the mirror after his father passed. The hard line of her jaw and the bleak look in her eyes betray the attempt at being inscrutable to anyone who knows the signs. Beside her, June is openly somber, tears welling, and her bottom lip is trembling. Nora holds her hand over the table. And Henry should say something supportive. He should nod and say that he understands. He should roll back his shoulders and acknowledge that he, as someone who is not even a legal citizen of this country, is grateful to be included in this conversation at all. Gratefulness, too, is a practiced pose for the spare. Henry is meant to smile and say, "thank you," even in meetings with Parliament. He is a figurehead. A charm. At any rate, the papers have already been drawn for Henry's abdication, which removes even the illusion of Henry's political power. At this moment, he is, for all intents and purposes, just a guest here—someone invited out of the kindness of Ellen Claremont's heart.

[gif of alex running away and flipping peace signs]

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cricketnationrise, @guillermosfamiliar @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons.

#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: rwylm #kiwiana

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you for the tag, @kiwiana-writes and @hippolotamus! @cha-melodius also tagged me in her "first sentences of 2024" post, and... well, this little snippet qualifies for that too!

I am hoping to have this done over the weekend, but for now... Have a snippet of my Doctor Who Festive Special AU, featuring Pez as a Timelord and a NYE timeloop in Paris:

June, Nora, and Bea widen their triangle to make room, and the five of them make a tight circle in the crowd of strangers. The formation happens naturally: Nora to the left of Alex, Henry to his right, then June, with Bea squeezed between her and Nora. Henry clearly has no idea what to do with his limbs, though, so Alex gets his hands on his hips to gently guide their rhythm.  Seeing this, Bea whoops, and Alex enjoys watching the blood rush to Henry's cheeks more than he did earlier. "All in the hips, sweetheart," he says, just to watch Henry's blush deepen. And the DJ must have one hell of a megamix because Alex swears they get through banger after banger—at least fifty different songs—before the countdown starts. It should only be, like, twenty minutes, but time feels syrupy as the whole crowd moves together under the stars. It's the kind of fun Alex was looking for tonight. It's more than he'd hoped for, actually, as Henry loosens up beneath his hands. He's goddamn beautiful in the flashing, colorful lights, and Alex never, not in a million years, expected this. Eventually, Nora's back ends up against his as their little circle narrows, and Henry's hips get closer until they're practically flush with Alex's. A gentle touch in a storm, Henry's hands rest lightly against his chest.  The scratch of the record indicating the start of the countdown makes Alex jump, but then the five of them huddle together to count backwards from ten. Alex realizes they're sectioned off again, too: the girls back in a triangle formation, and Henry's blue eyes staring into his.  When they get to 'four,' Alex moves to wrap his arm around Henry's neck. "Three!" Henry moves his arms around Alex's waist. "Two!" Alex rolls up onto the balls of his feet, closing some of the gap between his lips and Henry's— —but, instead of fireworks lighting up the sky, the night goes completely black.  The music is replaced by a persistent banging, and Alex's head is suddenly throbbing. "Alejandro! Get your ass out of bed." Nora calls between knocks. "If you're not downstairs in two minutes, we're going to the patisserie without you." Grumbling from under the sheets, Alex blindly reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check the time:  9:01 A.M., December 31st "Fuck, okay, I'm up."

Tagging some lovelies under the cut (in alphabetical order lol), even though it's only Wednesday for another 30 minutes here. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@blackandwhiteandrose, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @duchessedepolignac, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @sparklepocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#m:wip #wip:snippet #series: aotash?

[indestructibleheart]

Okay, it's Monday in my timezone, but it's still Sunday in at least one other timezone, sooo... I'm totally on time! Thank you to @kiwiana-writes, @stereopticons, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @cha-melodius, @wordsofhoneydew and @hippolotamus for the tags!

I didn't finish the NYE timeloop AU this weekend, but I did make a ton of progress on it since Friday (3.6k of progress to be exact) and a little bit of progress on the coma fic. God, it feels good to be a person who can write again, man.

Anyway, here's a few more than seven sentences from that:

When they start the countdown at five, Alex turns without pulling out of Henry's grasp; Henry's hands just flatten against the small of his back instead, and Alex cups his jaw in the palm of his hand. "Why do I feel like we've done this before?"  The hundreds of thousands of people around them are miles away when Henry looks at him, gaze soft in the moonlight. Anticipation crackles like pop rocks in Alex's stomach.  "Four!" Henry smiles. "I'm certain I'd remember, if we had." "Three! "Well," Alex says, closing some of the distance between their lips. "Just to be sure…" "Two!" He feels himself being pulled impossibly closer, and—

It's not even Sunday anymore in most parts of the world... but I'm still tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@blackandwhiteandrose, @duchessedepolignac, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @sparklepocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail

#m:wip #wip:snippet #series: aotash?

[indestructibleheart]

Thanks to @kiwiana-writes for the tag! I'm still plugging away on this coma fic with a pretty singular focus. Now that we're past Black Friday/Cyber Monday, I'll have much more energy to work on it. I'd like to have it done soon so I can focus a holiday fic or two. 👀

Anyway, I'm trying very hard to keep these to 7 sentences from now on, which is a challenge when I am such a long-winded writer...

“Alex, what’s the last thing you remember?” That’s the thing, though. Everything beyond this kitchen—beyond this moment—is really fucking fuzzy, and it wasn’t until Alex tried stepping outside of it that he noticed. Just thinking about it makes his stomach lurch, like a hidden bruise that he only found because he bumped it against something. Alex can recall small flashes and big feelings—fear and pain, mostly—but trying to parse out the where and when and what, exactly presses too hard on that bruise. The ache sinks into his bones. What comes out of his mouth is: “I don’t want to.”

Tagging: @stereopticons, @inexplicablymine, @treluna4, @three-drink-amy, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @myheartalivewrites, @cricketnationrise, @missgeevious, @cha-melodius, and anyone else who would like to join in!

#m:wip #wip:snippet #fic: pcsfoptp