#rwrb rpf

[royal-chandler]

Title: i love the passing of time

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: From the moment Taylor broke into his retreat and turned it into a rendezvous, it was destined for Nick’s conviction to crumble. Smiling, he says, “Hand it over.”

[heysweetheart-writes]

Seven Sentences Sunday.

I'm using this to announce that the rpf fic is done and up! Gonna share exactly seven sentences from it.

“Fuck,” Nick lets out, pressing their foreheads together once they’ve both come down from their high. Taylor’s still straddling him; their softening dicks still in his hand. “Did I make good on my promise?” Taylor asks against Nick's lips. Nick makes no attempt at moving his mouth away, even as he starts answering. “You'll have to ask me in three to five business days when I get my brain back and fully working.”

Here you can find: Detrás del humo no se ve on ao3.

Thanks for the tags today! @kiwiana-writes @blueeyedgrlwrites @zwiazdziarka @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes

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@itsmaybitheway @sparklepocalypse @i-am-freyja as usual, sorry if you posted and I missed it and if you don't want to be tagged, let me know!

[sparklepocalypse]

Hi! I wrote RPF.

If that's your jam, stop scrolling. If it's not your jam, this is your advance notice that you'll want to scroll past this post.

“You’re straight,” Taylor points out. Nick snorts. “90% of the men in the industry are ‘straight.’ You know as well as I do that maybe half of them are honest about it.”

[Nicholas Galitzine/Taylor Zakhar Perez | E | 6.2k words]

A snippet under the jump for the folks who want a little extra preview:

Nick can pinpoint the exact moment the line disappears. They’re filming the lake scene today, both of them stripped down to swim trunks. His trunks, Nick notes, are adorable; they’re light blue with little multicolored turtles that he supposes symbolize Henry coming out of his shell. Taylor’s trunks are, like every pair of trousers the wardrobe department has put on him for this film, just shy of too snug, making his already ridiculous legs look longer and more muscular. But it’s fine. Nick’s fine. He slips in and out of Henry Mode with ease these days, putting Henry on like a second skin, only to shed him again between takes. Robbie’s off set today, but they’ve got this. They’re professionals. They’ve rehearsed this sequence until it’s second nature. As with all of the most pivotal scenes, they shoot over a dozen takes from different angles before Matthew has what he needs for the tight shots: Alex climbing up onto the float and soaking Henry with the spray of lake water from his hair, close-ups of their entwined hands, shots from above and from the left as Alex plans the future and Henry panics, Alex attempting to confess his feelings, Henry flinging himself from the float. But by the final take, it’s Nick who’s annoyed that he’s repeatedly gotten drenched, and not Henry, when Taylor-as-Alex climbs onto the float and shakes the excess lake water off onto him. Nick delivers his lines, but there’s something off about his delivery, and by the end, he’s annoyed with himself. Matthew calls, "Cut!" and Nick sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

Read the rest on Ao3!

[henrysfox]

@agostobuwan's mind

[onthewaytosomewhere]

so did y'all see THIS POST - I did and it made my brain go brrrrr (in a way I so needed) and well now thanks to @cactusdragon517 and @bigassbowlingballhead i wrote and actually posted on ao3 RPF - which I haven't done and posted anywhere other than here since my lj days so long ago lolz

“God, you really are a pretty boy, aren’t you?” Taylor keens at the words, the sound spilling from his lips before he can stop it. His body reacts instinctively, a shiver racing down his spine as Clifton’s voice rumbles against his skin, low and possessive. The words wrap around him, pulling him deeper into the moment, each syllable reverberating through his chest as if Clifton has claimed the very air between them.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

ALERT

🚨‼️🚨

This was sent to me right as i was about to head to bed and I ended up staying up past my old man bedtime and yelling like an insane person in the comments.

Y'all have GOT TO READ THIS

[getmehighonmagic]

Inspiration weekend, January 21st

Thanks for the tags @firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire and @winderlylandchime ♥

I've been incredibly lazy about keeping up with my tumblr tags, but I've written several kinktober fics already and have been inspired to write another, so I'll just drop some shit down here without giving anything away and I'll let you guess/yell at me in the comments :')

No pressure tags for @lostcol @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @clottedcreamfudge @congee4lunch @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @matherines @ninzied @rmd-writes @writes-in-space @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise sorry if you've already been tagged ♥

[oxfordslutphase]

WIPs for the Wednesday Gods

So it's Wednesday, and unfortunately for me I've been in a big fat, no good writing funk for the past couple of weeks. Really getting into the weeds about it and all of that (am I any good at it??? do I even like writing??? who knows!) That said, some of y'all lovely gems have been tagging me today (and in some fun games from last week that I may queue up for later this week). Thanks to @cha-melodius, @wordsofhoneydew, @eusuntgratie, @bigassbowlingballhead, @iboatedhere, @firenati0n, and @onthewaytosomewhere for tags today and last week!

I just deleted a whopping 2500 words from my Porn Star AU 😩, so instead please enjoy this offering of TZP/Nick inspired by Taylor running his mouth like an absolute menace on the Oscars red carpet (no I have not stopped thinking about it). As always the F stands for fiction etc etc.

Taylor checks his phone on the way out, breezing past emails from his agent and Maria’s endless recap of the show exclusively via reaction gifs before he sees it. Nicky: just thought you needed the practice, mate. x Taylor has been thinking about it lately, is the thing. Nick has been everywhere: promoting his new show, saying nice things about Taylor in interviews. Things like how he was authentic and funny and—fuck. Nick is in his city now, even. It isn’t Taylor’s fault that Amelia had pitched him a perfect home run. Taylor: so generous. too bad u weren’t invited tonight.  Taylor follows the security line to the valet and slides into the backseat of his waiting car, letting out a breath as the door closes and leaves the sounds of the crowds outside pleasantly muffled. He has a date with a hotel suite and an outfit change waiting for him, but for now he just lays his head on the glass and lets the streetlights passing by the window drain away the lingering nervous energy until his phone lights up in his palm. Nicky: maybe I have better things to do Taylor isn’t going to think about whether he would have liked Nick to have been there, frankly. If seeing the familiar shape of Nick’s profile across a crowded room would have felt relaxing, like it once had, instead of fraught with all of these inconvenient feelings. It had been a lot easier when his stupid face and his sly fucking mouth had been clear across an ocean. Just a mistake Taylor made once. Taylor plays the game anyway. Taylor: yeah?? what things? And he expects more of the same, really. A bit of banter. Some of it verging on flirty. The same stupid shit they always do; tossing a hot potato around and pretending they didn’t already drop the damn thing. Instead, those three little dots show up, dancing at the bottom of Taylor’s phone screen once, twice, and then—nothing. Okay then.

Open tag because I have been woefully behind on checking my feed, looking at the internet, and being a general person! Tag me if you take the open tag 💋

[thinkof-england]

Of course the one time I actually write something is on a Thursday when there aren't any fun writing games, but it's fine 😂

I wrote a fic out of spite and anger because tbh calling Nick a himbo and uninteresting looking isn't an opinion, it's just mean spirited and I wrote 1.5k words about it.

RPF - it's fine if thats not your cup of tea, just don't read it :)

[caressthosecheekbones]

He replays the scene for the fifth time.

The golden light enveloping them both, Henry's face lit beautifully, only half of it in soft shadows that allow for the viewer to see every micro expression in his relaxed features.

His face tilted up to Alex's in the close-up.

Eyes full of devotion, longing...

and zeroing in on Alex's mouth.

Then, watching it feels like observing someone else trying to navigate a sharp corner, knowing they will bump their hip...

Knowing it will hurt: a minimal tilt of the chin, lips opening a bit more ever so slightly, to receive a non-scripted kiss.

Practically Begging actually. For a Kiss that is certainly Not Coming.

The noise he makes off-screen could be described as a small groan.

Maybe a whimper. It is utterly desperate either way.

Impossible nobody will notice this.

The moment, which could honestly be described as a little chin jerk, takes less than two seconds and is probably the most vulnerable he has ever watched himself be on the screen.

He knows he didn't act that, he wanted- Nick wanted that kiss.

It had just felt like there should have been a kiss.

Any kind of kiss honestly.

He can practically see himself thinking: oh fuck, ohfuckfuckfuck.

Henry's, no, Nick's eyelashes on screen flutter in embarassment, eyes closing as he tilts his forehead so it soflty touches Taylor's brow.

Almost like an apology.

Nick closes his eyes and buries his flaming face in his hands.

[cemm1966]

So Freaking Good!!!!

you've got a grip on me taynick, M, 1400 words taylor's pov of chapter 3 of disaster

for @bigassbowlingballhead 😘😘

“I dunno, mate. I mean, I stay active, I do what I need to do, I just wouldn’t really consider myself a gym guy.” Taylor considers this. He is very much a gym guy, and the thought of working out with Nick, seeing how far he could push, how hard Nick would work to keep up with him is very intriguing. “You should come with me.” Nick raises an eyebrow at him. “It would be fun,” Taylor continues, knocking into Nick’s shoulder. Nick just watches him with that intense look he gets sometimes that Taylor can’t quite read. “You’re not scared you won’t be able to keep up are you?”

[royal-chandler]

taynick this time around because the most recent bts vids of nick have me in a chokehold. so warning for rpf if it’s not what you’re into.

—

“Shit. I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t.”

Taylor does but in no time, it’s his phone ringing. The sound for an incoming FaceTime call. He taps the green button at the bottom and the screen opens to Nick, in what looks like a hotel room—beige walls, bleached overhead lights, and a blank-white pile of pillows. On the bed and slouched against the headboard, Nick’s dressed in a graphic tee that stretches over his new four-lane wide shoulders and carved upper arms. He’s got damp dark hair and flushed skin and Taylor’s got a hijacked heart.

“I hung up on you,” Taylor greets with disapproval.

“And I told you not to,” Nick throws back at him because they’re the kind of pair to argue at hello. Suspicion narrows his eyes. “Why are you acting so strange? You’ve been in Hollywood longer than I have. I’m not the first person you've seen put on weight for a role.”

“No, you’re not,” Taylor concurs. School boy-terrified, he gives in because he can only pace Nick’s metaphorical front step for so long without finally knocking on the door. “But you are the first I’ve ever been so attracted to that my brain melted.”

And for a long, brutal beat in which Taylor’s heart rate breaks into a derby-sprint, the two of them are frozen, their cameras capturing stills.

Breaking the small chasm of silence from country lengths away, Nick clears his throat and then asks, “Are you putting me on?”

Taylor groans. “Nicky, c’mon.”

“Apologies,” Nick murmurs but it’s still shock, not regret that saturates his face. “That just wasn't the direction I was expecting this conversation to take.”

“We can forget I said anything.”

“I’m going to be fucking spotlessly honest with you, Taylor, that’s not in the realm of possibilities for me.”

“You turn everything into such a hassle,” Taylor grouses.

“And you like it,” Nick says quickly and then appears to check himself, mouth fidgeting into a frown. “Or is it because of the physical change?” He says the words as if they taste bad. “That’s what you’re into?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m into it. It made me pick up my pride and courage,” Taylor begins. Affection courses through him because Nick doesn’t have a single clue of how he’s got Taylor wrapped around his finger in knots and has since day one. That the feelings Taylor has for him could eat him up whole. “But I’m into you in every way that you come in, Nicholas Galitzine.”

[heysweetheart-writes]

Several Sentences Sunday!

Thank you @priincebutt @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @itsmaybitheway @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @firenati0n & @bigassbowlingballhead damn so many tags today! I have to finish going through them all!! I promise I will.

I hoped I had this finished and out of my system by now but I haven't had much time to write this week so I'm still working on finishing the RPF for now but I'll be back to firstprince soon, I promise! Here's a snippet for those interested!

Oh this is very smutty btw. You've been warned!

“What do you want?” He asks Nick, pushing him on the bed. The Brit flops down, bouncing slightly on it and spreads his legs for him. Taylor fits perfectly between them.  “You.” Nick breaths out. “Anything.”  “You know? We don’t have to-” Taylor begins while he runs his hands over Nick’s neck, his thumb pressing over the dent in his clavicle, stroking his shoulders. “fuck all the way. I can make you come harder than anyone’s made you come before with my hands and mouth alone.” “Fuck.”  “You’d like that?”  “Please.”

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I’m tagging both people I want to see what they’re up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @orchidscript @cricketnationrise @suseagull04 @pridepages @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @lizzie-bennetdarcy-afterdark @kiwiana-writes @zwiazdziarka @callumsmitchells @notspecialbabe @tailsbeth-writes @onward--upward @ninzied @nocoastposts @14carrotghoul @eusuntgratie

@brokenpartsmightfit @cha-melodius @sparklepocalypse as usual, sorry if you posted and I missed it and if you don't want to be tagged, let me know!

[sparklepocalypse]

Hey hi, it’s me, back on my RPF writing bullshit. Please scroll on by if RPF isn’t your thing.

[Nicholas Galitzine/Taylor Zakhar Perez | E | 2.8k words]

“Just once more,” Nick mutters, gaze darting back to Taylor’s face. “One more time, and it’ll be out of our systems.”

“One more time,” Taylor echoes, his eyes darkening.

Nick nods. Then he strides across the dressing room, pushes Taylor back against the wall, and drops to his knees.

This was entirely inspired by the ultimate Taylor Zakhar Perez thirst pic, and by @artofobsession’s big, beautiful brain.

[meraki-yao]

Hello dear!! 🫶

For ficlet Friday, can I get 💃 for Taynick and/or 🎤 for firstprince? 🙏🙏

Hi love! Sorry I'm late, but thank you for the prompt

💃 First Dance (playing it a little loose with this prompt)

The cameras aren’t rolling, but they’re swaying. The two of them were left alone in the centre of the room while Matthew and the rest of the crew checked the footage and worked the camera. It’s far past the middle of the night now, and the sunlight will be chasing them in a couple of hours. Everyone’s getting tired, but they’re also determined to get this ironic scene right. That doesn’t mean they’re not gonna take every break they can get. Nick’s energy level is depleting. No one else can tell, the cameras definitely are not going to notice that, there’s only Taylor who’s spending the night holding him in his arms and staring into his eyes that can see when Nick’s eyelids droop a little when Matthew yell cut, the way his whole body sinks into the ground when they’re waiting for the clipboard sound. Taylor leans into Nick’s space and whispers, “Hey. Lean on me.” “Huh?” Nick blinks blearily. It’s unreasonably cute. “Come on, you’re tired. Lean on me and get some rest.” “Tay we’re in the middle of filming,” Nick chuckles, but obliges and rests his head on Taylor’s shoulder, not unlike how Henry did earlier. He yawns. “Yeah and they’re not gonna be done in the next five minutes.” Taylor rests his hand on Nick’s lower back, arm wrapped around his waist, it’s a position they find themselves increasingly familiar with. He feels Nick’s little puffs of breaths against his neck, indulging in the gentle tickle. Nick weight against him is comforting, grounding, and he understands why Alex never wants Henry to leave his arms. It was getting easier and easier to slip into Alex, to find that electric part of him where TZP and ACD overlap, and sink into Alex’s soul, the first son, the fighter, the prince’s lover. But with that comes Alex’s love for Henry, and Taylor is finding it increasingly harder to step out of that. He and Nick are not Alex and Henry. That much is clear to both of them. Taylor is not the first son who always has a fire under his ass, and Nick is not a prince locked in his tower. But just like Alex and Henry, they match. They clicked together immediately, an inexplicable sense of comfort and fondness forming immediately, the back and forth, the thoughts and banters, the giggles and laughter, the trust and care growing so naturally. The lines where Alex and Henry end and Taylor and Nick begin are blurring, and they both can feel it, they just made an unspoken agreement to not talk about it until they wrap.   But with this moment between them, quiet and warm in the V&A, where Alex and Henry made up their minds, with Nick’s head slotted on his shoulder, it doesn’t feel uncertain or scary anymore, it feels right. Taylor interlaces his hands with Nick’s, copper against porcelain, and lifts it up into a waltz position, and starts swaying. Nick hums, but doesn’t move from where he’s nestled against Taylor. Taylor starts softly singing and Nick joins in, no cameras, no director, no acting. Just them two. It’s new, it’s something a little different, but no less enticing. Oh, Taylor can’t wait to explore this.

I'm not sure if I made it clear or not, but the idea is that it's Taynick's first dance as Taynick instead of Firstprince? But my brain kind of trailed off 😅 And I have an idea for the Firstprince prompt! But my time management is a fucking mess so I'll have to get to it later

[thighzp]

Question as we continue through kinktober: