#as you can gather from the first sentence lgbtq is a thing in my fic

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that time of week again!!! thank you to @theprinceandagcd for the tag✨ here’s a snippet from the chapter that i am currently writing for my Bridgerton AU ‘Wildest Fantasies’ for the @aroyallybigbangrwrb . The fic has had a name for a good few months but slowly starting to let the cat out of the bag now! I’m so happy with how this scene turned out so here’s a preview. Enjoy!!!

“This isn’t the 18th century anymore,” June reminds him gently. “We can be with who we want. But I understand, with Henry being a prince and a big part of the royal monarchy. It must be difficult. As for Mumma? Screw her.” June uses her index finger to place under Alex’s chin and diverts his eyeline, her eyes now levelling with his. “I just want you to be happy. And I do not want you to get hurt.”

Alex is happy, he knows that. But what he hides away and simply pushes right to the back of his mind is the prospect of the future and what it could mean for their relationship, that it is most likely on the brink of disaster, heading towards a major carriage crash. An absolute wrecking ball.

But he loves to live in denial and instead, just stays living in the moment. Moments of where he and Henry can wrap themselves around each other, hands roaming everywhere. Soft excited laughter pouring out of them in small closeted rooms and behind trees as they draw each other in for long, heated, passionate kisses. Simply existing as if there is no tomorrow.

“The one person I am worried about hurting is Nora,” Alex says, shifting his fears onto the genuine worry of someone else. “I know it was her dream to marry a prince.”

June snorts, reaching her arm behind Alex’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Alex’s head falls onto June’s shoulder. “Trust me, Nora will be fine. She had Prince Henry sussed a few days ago. In her own words, she said, ‘He is so cockstruck, it’s like a curse for a prince.’” A beaming chuckle erupts from Alex’s chest. June steals a glance down at Alex, “Do not think I had not noticed you ignoring what I said about you getting hurt either. I mean it, please be careful. I care about you and your feelings and I just don’t want you getting hurt.” A smirk tugs at her lips, “You’re my baby brother after all.”

“Please,” Alex scoffs. He lifts his head from her shoulder and wipes his nose backwards with the back of his sleeve. “I’m taller than you.”

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4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.15. Where does your inspiration come from?19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s.30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.31. Hardest character to write.32. Easiest character to write.50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

I have to have the TV on when I’m writing. The noise helps me focus. Sometimes.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most.

Ooh…I’d have to say James Dashner and Edgar Allen Poe.

15. Where does your inspiration come from?

A lot of places. A little of here and there. Some from right here on this site. Like…the fact that I have in fact not seen way too much diversity and LGBTQ+ rep in a lot of things. I plan on doing that for sure for my own personal novels I’m working on, the research eats up most of the time I spend on them

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

Derek remembered the argument clear as day.

Very first line of the very first chapter of my Alpha & Emissary fic for Sterek Week! It is a prequel to my Sterek Bingo Wild Card fic Even The Sun Can Grow Dark, so a lot of world building and a lot of background to the events and thought process of that fic. It is a monster

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

This is from chapter 4 of the Alpha & Emissary fic Fair warning, the “snippet” is rather long and not 100% edited yet ^^;

Gone.

The Pack was all gone.

Every last one of them.

Only Cora and Stiles were therewith him. Had stayed.

And Stiles was currently out coldon a hospital bed. Hooked up to machines. Covered in slow healingburns that didn’t look at all like burns. A ginormous cast on hisleft arm. Smelled nothing like the citrus and spices they were usedto. Now he reeked of hospital. And burnt flesh.

It was…utter misery without himto talk to.

Without his two cents.

Cora hadn’t talked much – hergaze a thousand miles away. Their friends, the Emissary Council, thepolice, doctors, nurses, and people whom Derek hadn’t met ever in hislife dropped into Stiles’ room to offer condolences and other thingsthat Derek had no interest in hearing.

The police were gathering up whatwas left of the house and placing them in a storage unit they wouldpay for. Kept giving updates. Said it was Hunters for sure. Werecertain that the mystery woman was somehow involved, but she wouldn’ttalk. Derek muttered that once Stiles was awake, they would come byand make her talk.

Melissa, Scott’s mom, was theonly nurse allowed to come in and actually do her job. All the otherswere shooed off. She didn’t offer condolences. Didn’t say she was sosorry for their loss. She just did her job. And offered them anythingthey needed. Food, clothes, drinks, pillows, blankets – whateverthey wanted, she would bring.

When Derek coldly inquired if shecould bring back his family, she went somberly silent.

Two days passed. Stiles began tostir, a hoarse groan leaving him. That was the only time Derek hadseen Cora alive since…

“Where…?”

Stiles didn’t finish thequestion. He could tell where he was in an instant. He let out aweak, choked ‘oh’ before he lost it. He kicked, shrieked, hit what hecould, and wept so loudly that Derek was certain they outdid hisbursts of shrieks. Derek could hear the hospital staff rushing to theroom, and he went on the defense. He curled up his lip into a snarland roared the very second the unwanted staff members entered theroom.

“GET! OUT!”

Surprisingly, they obeyed,leaving the only survivors of the Hale Pack alone.

For an hour, Stiles was out ofcontrol. The hospital was definitely going to need to fix the walls.He had created quite a few cracks and what appeared to be clots ofblood stains against each side. He had also destroyed all thepictures. Broke the bathroom door. Bent the faucet on the sink.

All without moving from his bed.

He grew practically mute once hehad finished. Voice ruined from all the shrieking. He laid still inthe bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. With his good hand, hereached out for nothing, and resumed sobbing. Derek climbed into thebed, curling his body the best he could against his Emissary,stuffing his nose against his throat. Huh…there was an underliningscent of electric sweetness to Stiles’ scent. How had he not noticedthat before?

It…was it because he was nowthe…?

Derek whimpered, crying againstStiles’ skin. He felt the bed shift, knowing that Cora was on theother side of their wounded Pack. Could hear her join in on thecrying. Everything had happened so fast, numbed them solid, that hehadn’t realized that they hadn’t properly mourned. Hadn’t allowedthemselves to fully grasp onto the situation they were in.

Their entire Pack was gone.Stiles was badly hurt. Cora was in bad shape mentally andemotionally. They had no one to take care of them. They had nowhereto live. Hunters had stolen everything from them. Derek was Alpha.

What the hell were three kidsgoing to do now?

21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s

Which meant it didn’t go at allas planned.

From chapter 7 of the Alpha & Emissary fic see a pattern?. Chapter isn’t even done yet. ^^;

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

Iknew you were just as twisted as me.

Withlove,

YourBiggest Fan

From Because and it just…tied up the entire fic, to be honest.

31. Hardest character to write.

EVERY. LAST. ONE. OF. THEM.

32. Easiest character to write.

To be honest, even it feels like the character is easy to write, they’re actually not. They are all complex and fight you at every turn.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

Uhhhh…the fact that I thought that I could do a Nine Dead themed fic. Turns out, that will not work out AT ALL. Other than that, nothing, really. Not even for what I wanna work on novel wise.

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