#sanjuwrites rwrb

[sanjuwrites]

seven sentence sunday

thanks to @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @sznofthesticks, @bonheur-cafe, and @fallout-mars for the tag! reporting to you live from my spring break trip, in which all i've done is read and write on the beach

i still haven't decided if i'm finishing this, so let me know what you think!

He walks over and takes the glass from Nora, taking a long pull of the drink before looking at Henry, a fake smile plastered all over his face. “Henry.”

“Alex,” Henry says, the smile on his face a lot smaller than it was a minute ago, “this is Michael, my – my boyfriend.” If Michael notices that Henry stutters, he doesn’t say anything.

Alex feels almost robotic as he extends his hand out to Michael, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He knocks back the rest of his whiskey and smiles shakily, “I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I need to head out – I have a litigation first thing in the morning.” He turns to Nora, “Tell June I’m sorry.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and leaves, ignoring Henry’s gaze on his back. 

He makes it to the end of the street before he lets himself cry, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision. Alex hadn’t seen or heard from Henry since the …incident, albeit not for lack of trying on Alex’s part. 

Twenty-five unanswered phone calls and an unmeasurable number of unread text messages later, Alex decided it was time to cut his losses, and began to try and mend his broken heart. 

He’d gone on a couple of dates and tried hooking up, and it all ended the same — him, alone in his apartment, trying to figure out how it all went wrong. Alex wishes he’d just kept his stupid mouth shut that night. 

i'm gonna tag @alrightbuckaroo, @theghostofashton, @chaotictarlos, @lightningboltreader, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand and leaving an open tag!

[welcometololaland]

just posted the last chap of never too late, and (pending a rwrb demon i need to exorcise) i am attempting to go back to the ring-in. here's a little 🌶️ section from chapter 4.

“So,” says TK, his mouth slightly ajar and his breath coming out in short staccato beats as Carlos fucks into him. “Has Richard Reynolds ever made you feel like this?”

The tone is conversational, if not a little strung out, but in any case, Carlos did not anticipate talking about his childhood rival while having slow, morning sex with his husband. He doesn’t want to be talking about anyone else right now. He wants to be losing himself in the warm heat of TK’s body and whispering filthy things into his ear; things Carlos would never have the confidence to say in any other scenario.

“No one has ever made me feel like you do,” he replies, swallowing back a moan as he rolls his hips into TK again. There’s an obscene smack as skin meets skin, and Carlos hopes that it’s not loud enough to be picked up by Lindsay’s supersonic hearing. “Are you feeling some type of way about it?”

TK gasps, then groans, throwing his head back on the pillow and searching for Carlos’ hand on the sheets. One of his legs is slowly falling through the gap in the twin mattresses that are laid out on the floor, and it seems like both of them are trying to ignore it. “No.”

“You’re jealous,” Carlos surmises, recognising TK’s avoidance even though he’s partially distracted by the slowly suffocating tension in his body. “Baby. You never need to be jealous.”

“I’m not— Fuck,” TK whimpers. “Right there, baby. Oh my god. Don’t stop.”

thanks @heartstringsduet @ironheartwriter

tagging: @strandnreyes @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @henrygrass

@liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @emsprovisions @butchreyes @nancys-braids

@captain-gillian @lightningboltreader @neverblooms @theghostofashton @carlossreaders

@literateowl @alrightbuckaroo @eclectic-sassycoweyes @tellmegoodbye @sapphic--kiwi

@goodways @everlastingday @nisbanisba @chicgeekgirl89 @sanjuwrites

@carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-tk @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ramblingdisaster73

@basilsunrise @doublel27 @sunshineacd @she-walked-away

[watmalik]

WIP WEDNESDAY! 911LS/RWRB

Thank you for the tag @welcometololaland <3

Old Tarlos scraps I never posted from that one page comic I did early this summer inspired by @elicedraws au.

For firstprince, like you saw last week, I'm kinda working on a new instalment for my insta post au…perhaps, Henry's POV idk yet. This is another sneak peak… thinking about doing 4-6 drawings and so far I just got 2 and a half WIPs, so lets see where it takes me. As you can see I don’t work in order 😂

Tags for either fanart/ fanfiction [sorry if you've done this already, I always see y'all in my feed just killing it as always, you know, the usual slay. Would love to see what you're working on on either fandoms: @sanjuwrites @rosedavid @heartstringsduet @fitzherbertssmolder @ambiguouspenny @thebumblecee @maxbegone @rmd-writes

[firstprince-history-huh]

Fic Rec Friday

Tagged by @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 ❤💕

This week’s theme: Rec a ‘gateway’ fic - a fic that you read and it was so good it lead you to read multiple works by the same writer.

The rules: Tag a fic and explain why it was a gateway fic / what you liked about it. Then tag some people to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love! Please tag @welcometololaland or #fic rec friday so she can compile the masterlist!

So here we go:

911 Lone Star:

The Ring-In by @welcometololaland

I don't remember how exactly I came across this, but I remember I was immediately intrigued! And it was a WIP at that time so I was waiting for it to be posted in its entirety so that I would be able to read it all in one go. But then I simply couldn't resist after seeing some asks on Lola's Tumblr about it. AND IT WAS SO GOOD!

"You have one new message..." by @paperstorm

So I remember around the time after DINAH last year people were talking about how Rafa said that Carlos left TK a voicemail when the plane was coming down & someone mentioned reading a fic about that so I went looking on ao3 & this is one of the fics I had found. And I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! I re-read it a couple times & then a few days later the first Missing Moments just dropped. So I was even more intrigued by Andie's fics!

In sickness and in health, in speeding and in no speeding by @goodways

So I remember that when this came out, there was actually talk in the fandom that TK was a speed demon. And then I just happen to see this on a Tarlos fic rec page & boy oh boy did I laugh at the coincidence of this all! And then I found Shannon's Tumblr blog & the live comments on a LS rewatch she was doing at that time!Amd that made me even more interested about the fics that came next!

RWRB:

A Distinctly British Take on Events by RevJohnO (not sure about their Tumblr url)

I think I randomly came across this fic on an RWRB fic rec page & I was immediately hooked! It was Henry POV of the entire events of the book, long before CMQ even announced the special edition with the Henry POV chapter. The writing style was brilliant & the way the author wrote Henry's character was mind-blowing!

Forever yrs, for evermore by @indomitable-love

I think this was among the first RWRB fics I read. I think I found out about this one from either a RWRB fic recs page or I went exploring the Alex/Henry tag on ao3. And I absolutely loved this fic & re-read it so many times! And then I remember reading 'Reclamation'. And boy was I totally hooked on the other fics!

Heart & Home by @rmd-writes

Again, one of the first RWRB fics I remember reading (and re-reading) & I loved Rae's writing style so much that I was just so intrigued! And then I saw that Rae wrote for Schitt's Creek as well. And then Rae started writing for 911 Lone Star as well! So I was triple-intrigued!

This was so much fun! As always, this got a few more fics added to my re-read list!

Really interested to see what everyone else comes up with!

So no pressure tagging: @rmd-writes @goodways @carlos-in-glasses @catanisspicy @sanjuwrites @beautifulhigh @three-drink-amy @sarnagati @ladytessa74 & anyone else who wants to participate!

[largepeachicedtea]

tag game

ta @novemberhush for the tag!

Currently listening to - a spotify playlist called 'hyperpop for gay bitches'

Currently watching - nothing rn! i just finished swarm on prime the other day though, very good

Currently reading - bunny by mona awad! its kinda eh but not bad :)) more fantasy elements than i thought thered be so im struggling to get through it bc im not a fantasy person

Current obsession - i havent stopped thinking about rwrb bc of the fucking teasers coming out . so that. i need it right now

tagging @chaotictarlos @sugdenlovesdingle @lightningboltreader @glitteratti @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @nancysgillians @sanjuwrites @bonheur-cafe @firstprince-history-huh and anyone who wants to!

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

IM BACK! i have been gone for a hot minute because my life caught on actual fire, but im back and better than ever baby <3

to make up for it, i'm posting two different snippets from two different fics, one firstprince and one tarlos! enjoy! thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, and @inflarescent for the tag!

agent reyes

TK greets him in the morning with a cup of coffee. 

The cup is made to perfection, and Carlos is seriously starting to doubt how much Paul is really involved in TK’s agenda here. 

Carlos murmurs a quiet thank you instead of screaming like he really wants to and approaches Marjan, who’s in a hoodie with the hood up, furiously typing. 

“Marj, have you even slept today?” 

“No sleep when we have a crime syndicate to take down.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, “but I have access to information that the CIA has spent years compiling. Why are you botheri- oh.”

Marjan flips her laptop around and Carlos is startled to find a clone of Sean Cunningham’s l staring back at him. “Marjan, what the fuck? How the hell did you – what?”

“Turns out Cunningham’s lackeys are kind of idiots because the video was sent from Cunningham’s main compound, where he stays. Really, the asshole apparently hasn’t ever heard of a firewall–”

Paul, who’s wandered over, interrupts her. “Marj, get to the point. You do this every time.”

Marjan rolls her eyes but continues. “I traced IP addresses back from the ransom video that was sent to TK’s email address and from there I hacked into his Wi-Fi connection–”

“Marjan, I don’t think any of the intel departments at Langley can do this.” Carlos is staring at her in awe.

She smirks at him, before continuing. “You fools need to stop interrupting me. Anyway, I just hacked through the four laptops hooked up to the Wi-Fi connection until I figured out which one was his. Voila!”

Carlos ducks down, pressing a palm flat to the table as he scrolls through the laptop. “Marjan, this is insane – we have data here that I could only dream of having.”

Marjan smiles tiredly, sipping at the mug of coffee Nancy hands her. “Babe, I think coffee is the last thing I need right now, but thank you. I love you very much,” she says while pressing the mug into Paul’s hands, “but Paul and Carlos are going to play now. We,” Marjan says, pulling Nancy close, “are going to go to bed now. ” Judd whistles from where he is in the kitchen, drawing a laugh out of everyone in the room. 

Nancy wraps her arms around Marjan in reply, “You heard her, gentlemen. I will be taking my girlfriend to bed now, and I expect no interruptions. My girlfriend needs her beauty sleep. It’s decaf, by the way!” she says, her voice faraway now.

alex runs for congress

“Politics hasn’t been my dream for almost twelve years, sweetheart,” Alex says softly, not really making eye contact with Henry.

“Alex, I know what happened with Richards and the emails was brutal, but we have nothing holding us back like that anymore and –”

“It’s not Richards, Hen, it’s you.”

That stops Henry cold, and he looks at Alex, mouth open in shock. “What do you mean?” Alex stays quiet, and Henry pushes further. “Alex, what do you mean?”

Alex continues to avoid eye contact with Henry as he starts talking again. “That night I came to Kensington Palace, you told me you wouldn’t trade one prison for another. You’re barely free from the Crown, Henry, and I don’t want to drag you into the circus of American politics, not when you hated being in the public eye so much, to the point that it almost cost me you. I refuse to let anything cost me you again, so I put all my dreams in a little box and locked it away, because I would rather live a quiet life with you and immigration law than a loud one alone in Congress. I was wine drunk at one of Mom’s fundraisers when I was talking to Erica about wanting to flip Texas again, and I didn’t think it would ever really come up again.”

Henry doesn’t answer, grabbing Alex’s face between his hands and pressing a featherlight kiss to his lips before resting their foreheads together. “Love, I didn’t realize you had that in the back of your mind, and that this was what is stopping you from entering politics. Listen to me,” he says, moving them so he’s looking at Alex eye to eye, “nothing is going to stop me from spending the rest of my goddamn life with you. You could lose your job, become a house husband, or go on to become the president of the United States, and I would not care.” Henry takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Do you want this, Alex? Like without the influence of anything else, deep down, do you want this? Do you want to run?”

i'm gonna tag @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @paperstorm, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos and @lightningboltreader!

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

im on vacation yall ignore the fact that this is atrociously late <3

thank you to @carlos-in-glasses, @theghostofashton, @sznofthesticks, and @heartstringsduet for the tag!

Alex sits back in his desk chair, blowing out a breath. 

At thirty-four, he can safely say that this was never in his plan anymore, not after everything that happened with him and Henry. 

God, he needed to talk to Henry.

Speak of the angel, and he shall appear, Alex thinks wryly. Henry leans against the doorway, smiling at him softly, holding a glass of red wine. “Hey, love. I called you five times to come down for dinner, but you didn’t answer. Is everything okay?”

Alex smiles at Henry, and if it looks fake, Henry doesn’t call him on it, just walks over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple, sitting on the edge of the desk. “I’m okay, baby, just busy with this trial coming up for the firm. My associate has been out for a week with appendicitis, so I’m also doing a lot of prep work for it too. Is that,” Alex says, nodding at the glass, “for me?”

Henry nods, handing the glass off. “Do you want me to bring dinner up, love?”

Alex closes his laptop, shaking his head. “No, this can wait till tomorrow. For now, I just want to enjoy the night with my husband, if that works for you? Or do you have some prettier man to sneak off to?” Alex has the most shit-eating grin on his face, and Henry rolls his eyes. 

“Yes, Alex, I sneak out every night as I require the sexual rigor of a twenty-five year old to keep my appetite satiated,” he says in a deadpan, making Alex laugh as he brackets Henry’s hips against the desk, leaning down to kiss him once, twice, thrice.

“Let me show you ‘sexual rigor,’ baby,” he murmurs against Henry’s jaw before sucking the skin into his mouth. Henry lets out a breathy laugh as he lets himself be pushed down onto the desk, wine glass and all thoughts of dinner abandoned as they lose themselves in each other. 

i'm gonna tag @decafdino, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @birdclowns, @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand and @liminalmemories21

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

thanks to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @rmd-writes, @birdclowns, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @mikibwrites, @bonheur-cafe, @alrightbuckaroo, @theghostofashton and @welcometololaland for the tags!

agent reyes (it's coming back y'all, i'm crying real tears of joy)

“TK?” Carlos looks at him in concern, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my ankle is still a little sore, that’s all.”

“Let me see,” Carlos is leaning down and picking up TK’s ankle, depositing it into his lap. He slowly peels the sock away, wincing at how much it’s swollen. He gently prods at it, the ankle purple and swollen. “TK, oh my god. Have you not iced your damn ankle?”

“No?” He has the decency to look sheepish, “I got kinda preoccupied with everything else. Mateo and I were ironing out some of the kinks on this incredibly half-baked plan we have for the sarcophagus, and we fell asleep before I could come downstairs and grab any.”

He looks up, about to ask for ice, when Grace presses a bag of frozen peas into his hands. “Ice packs are still freezing from last night, this is the best we got.”

Judd drags a chair over and collapses in between them, “We have intel that the O’Connell family is planning on attacking when we shift the sarcophagus, in an effort to stop the shift of it.”

Carlos moves the bag of peas to the center of the swelling, continuing conversation. “I can get a file pulled on the O’Connells, maybe have a team move in on them before they can get to us to the sarcophagus.”

Judd is shaking his head before Carlos even finishes speaking, “No, no, no one can know that we’re working with the CIA, or that we’re getting ready to pull out of the game all together. It’s vital that we stay under the radar while pulling out of the game, or else Billy’s gonna take us out, no hesitation. We just get ready for the ambush, make sure we’re properly prepared for the attack.”

unnamed congress run

Erica drops into the booth unceremoniously, dropping her laptop and files on the laptop. “Hall isn’t running. He’s retiring to spend time with his grandchildren.”

Henry snorts into his soda, “who’d he get caught sleeping with?”

“His secretary.” Erica’s deadpan is almost unsettling.

Alex startles, “Isn’t his secretary twenty-five and male?”

“He is.”

“Hall has backed every anti-LGBTQ bill that’s come out in the last four years.”

“He has.”

“Hall has also been married to his wife for thirty years.”

Erica chuckles, “Are we just stating facts now, Claremont-Diaz? This will get old very quickly.”

Alex shakes his head, “No, sorry. I’m just processing, I guess. Is there a reason you tapped me, of all people? I have made no indication at all since moving to Texas, or even when I was in New York for that matter, that I had any intention of entering politics. I’m good at immigration law – I’m fighting the good fight, Erica. I’m on the ground, helping people at ground zero. I have no good reason to run, not really? I’m helping the people I wanted to when I wanted to enter politics fifteen years ago.”

Erica considers him, seemingly taking a moment before answering. “Immigration reform is the platform AOC is running for president on, Alex. It’s the Democratic Party’s goal and focus for the next four years, and your name and stature would bring it along. You have experience in this area, Diaz and we want you there. Just floating your name out there, three Republicans and two Dems pulled their names from the tap. Alex, you have a real shot at winning this.”

i'm super late to the game, but i'm gonna no pressure tag @detective-giggles, @chaotictarlos (enjoy the new snippet of agent reyes, bestie), and @rosedavid!

[sanjuwrites]

Sanju!

It’s been too long my friend, happy new year! I’m so glad to see you on my dash 2x in one evening. 💕

Please tell us more about the first prince wip illicit affairs.

Char!

It really has been, and the same to you <3! My life got really chaotic and kinda dark, but I'm back and better than ever.

Okay, illicit affairs is probably the most @theghostofashton has established me, ever. it's one of those fics that i've been so hesitant to write, mostly because it's a little out there.

it's heavily inspired by the taylor swift song by the same name, and it's definitely going to have a lot of the same themes. the idea is that alex is a diplomat (maybe? still working on that) and henry is still the prince, forced into a lavender marriage, and the story plays out from there.

what i have of it so far is so deliciously angsty, and i hope i draw the courage to finish and post it one day.

The American diplomat smiles at him, and Henry’s heart skips a beat, and he tightens his arm around his wife’s - fuck, his wife - waist, smiling back, much faker. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” “Please, call me Alex, Your Royal Highness.” I can’t call you Alex, I won’t survive it. “Call me Henry, then.” Henry is so utterly screwed.

Just a little snippet for you <3

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

in honor of me meeting CMQ on their pairing tour soon, here's another snippet of my zahra backstory <3 (and some tarlos too i couldnt pick)

thanks to @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @honeybee-taskforce @nancys-braids @paperstorm and

@carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton

zahra backstory

Zahra feels her heart break in her chest a little, and remembers all the ways that June shielded Alex from the brunt of the last year. She’s sure the kid feels lost at not knowing if his rock is okay. Before she realizes what she’s doing, Zahra beckons him over, letting Alex curl up into her as she hugs him. “June’s going to be just fine, Alex. She’s a strong girl, and she’s exactly where she needs to be, getting all the help she needs, okay? You don’t need to worry about anything but yourself.” She wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug, “Now, did you finish that math homework you need to turn in in the morning?”

Alex nods against her shoulder, and she smiles, safe in the knowledge Alex can’t see her face. “Good, because your mother would skin me if you missed it, you little shit.” A beat, and then, “don’t tell your mother I cursed around you, I can’t fill that swear jar up anymore.”

Alex smiles a little wobbly thing, “Can we watch a movie for a bit? I don’t wanna sleep alone up there.”

And, well, Zahra knows she shouldn’t, she should say no and send the kid back up to bed, but something in his voice won’t let her. “Okay, fine. But I get to pick the movie, you menace. Seriously, your mother is going to kill me and it’s gonna be all your fault.”

He giggles at that, snuggling into her side a little deeper, “Love you, Zee.”

“I love you too, kid.” She sniffles, “Repeat that shit and I’ll bury you, alright? I can’t have people knowing I’m going fu– freaking soft.”She feels Alex nod against her side and she smiles softly, letting the opening credits of Empire Strikes Back play on the TV.

aish fic

They’re both silent on the other end, and before Aish can add onto what she’s saying, the siren goes off on the other end. “Saved by the bell, Marwani. Be safe out there.”

“Yes ma’am. This conversation isn’t over though.”

She can hear TK shuffling in his room, and she sighs, starting to move through the kitchen and pulling tomatoes and cilantro out of the fridge to get started on lunch.

Aishwarya can’t force him to talk to Carlos, but maybe she can force him to leave his room. 

***

TK’s finger hovers over Carlos’s number in his call log, trepidation overwhelming him. 

It’s just Carlos, you know Carlos. He’s been dying to talk to you. He winces at the choice of words in his head, but powers through. He presses the call button, and brings it up to his ear with shaky hands. It rings out, and just as TK is getting ready to end the call, he hears Carlos’s breathless voice on the other end. 

“TK?”

The breath rushes out of TK, “Yeah.”

“I didn’t think you’d call, to be honest. Aishu made it kinda clear that you weren’t going to call…”

TK lets out the barest of chuckles, “Yeah, I figured it was time I dealt with this one head on – do you want to meet up somewhere?”

Carlos is silent on the other line for a second, “Do you want to come over? I can be at my apartment in twenty minutes.”

TK blinks in surprise, “You’re not at your apartment?”

“Oh, no I’m not. Ma wanted to keep an eye on me and Aishu agreed that I should stay here, so I did. I’ll be there soon, just let yourself in. I have your favorite water in the fridge, just please. Go over there and wait for me.”

i'm gonna tag @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand, @liminalmemories21, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut!

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

and she's back with a bang! sorry y'all, finals and chronic illness are kicking my ass, but i am offering up everything i have managed to write in apology <3

thanks to @welcometololaland, @honeybee-taskforce, @sznofthesticks, @paperstorm, @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses, and @theghostofashton for tagging me!

now that i have you - tarlos

His eyes close involuntarily, and he’s thrown back to that night three years ago. 

The press of Carlos’s mouth against his inner thigh makes TK moan, arm thrown over his eyes. “Jesus, Carlos, are you trying to kill me?”

Carlos kisses a path up TK’s chest, pressing a kiss to his neck, “Just the opposite, actually. I’ve never felt more alive, TK, maybe it’s time you get with the program.”

TK melts into the mattress, letting the arousal and heat crawling up his spine take over. 

They’ll discuss this in the morning. 

TK woke up to a cold mattress, an empty apartment, and a broken heart. 

Carlos never brought up that night, and TK never pushed. 

It was easier to have this part of Carlos, rather than none of him. That’s what he told himself every time he saw Carlos with another man.

[redacted] - firstprince

And Alex – his beautiful, bright, sunshine Alex – wraps his hand around the mic, pulling it out of the stand and walking to the end of the stage, leaning into the crowd at the front of the pit. “Good evening, Los Angeles! Are we having fun tonight?” 

The crowd screams uproariously, and Alex laughs, throwing his head back. Henry’s lost to the magic of it all, watching magnetically as he tracks every movement Alex makes. Alex folds down onto the edge of the stage gracefully, swinging his legs back and forth, “Okay, so as most of you know, it’s usually this part of the set that I usually sing a song or two from [EP name] but I’m doing something a little different tonight!” 

Right on cue, Liam hits the opening notes of a song on his guitar, and Spencer follows on his drums. It takes Henry, as well as everyone else, a moment, but quickly, the crowd starts screaming again. 

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

Henry knows that no one, save for Bea, June, Nora and Pez know about the two of them, but Henry feels like he might as well skywrite the fact that they’re hooking up across LA. 

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

And Henry’s thrown back to that time where the two of them, quite recklessly, blew each other in the backseat of his town car as Henry took Alex back to the airstrip to send him off to his next tour stop. He thought it was just sex to Alex, didn’t – couldn’t – dare hope it was anything more. 

But, Henry thinks faintly as he watches June and Nora swap looks across him, they’re well past casual now. Alex is basically screaming it at him.

i'm not sure who's done this yet, so i'm going to tag @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @liminalmemories21, @fallout-mars, and @lightningboltreader!

[sanjuwrites]

seven sentence sunday

thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @bonheur-cafe and @theghostofashton for the tag!in honor of RWRB's one year anniversary, here's a little zahra and alex fic i'm working on!

Zahra’s twenty-two when she first meets the disaster that is Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, five years old and chubby-faced and already the loudest kid she’s ever met. She’s fresh out of  Howard, and determined to hitch her wagon onto Ellen Claremont’s election campaign – she knows what she’s doing alright? Just because she just got out of college doesn’t mean that she has no idea how to manage an election, especially at the senator level. 

She knocks on the front door of the Claremont-Diaz household, which is currently doubling as Ellen’s campaign office. She’s a little taken aback when a kid barely three feet answers the door, already speaking a mile a minute. “Hey, who are you? You’re new, and I know everyone here. Why are you here?”

im not sure who did this and who hasn't yet, but i'm gonna tag @reyesstrand, @paperstorm, @firenati0n @orchidscript, and @liminalmemories21!

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

thanks to @inkweedandlizards, @heartstringsduet, @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses and @theghostofashton for the tag!

getting two for the price of one today!

agent reyes

“It’s not like I haven’t stolen from the British museum before, I don’t think the security schematics are going to be that different this time around, at least in terms of the security cameras and alarm systems. Guards and extraneous security for the jewelry? Now that’s a different story, we need your friend Alex for that. So tell him to not bother with blueprints, but for extraneous security for the diamonds. I heard that the prince is going to be there, so there’s definitely some extra people.”

Carlos’ expression twitches at the mention of Alex’s husband, before smoothing back out.

Carlos frowns, processing what TK said, “Wait, what the hell did you steal from The British Museum? Your dossier – which I put together, by the way – has nothing stolen from the British Museum. You’ve never set foot in the museum, as far as we know.”

Mateo lets out a snort, and Marjan – which, what the hell, she’s quiet – laughs a little. 

“I’m sorry, am I missing something?” Carlos frowns, looking around. 

“No, sorry, it’s just that Paul said that the CIA never made the connection, but I didn’t realize that you literally have no idea, not even an inkling. This is so much more complicated to explain, Jesus.” TK thuds his head against the dining table, a silent scream leaving him. 

“Spit it out, TK.” Carlos feels his impatience and anxiety rising in tandem.

“I was also the Shadow Thief.”

Carlos blinks. “What?”

“I stole under a different alias from 2013 to mid-2016, until…” TK clears his throat, “until my mother died. I flew off the rails a little after that, and then I came back as the Phoenix. There’s a couple jobs you didn’t catch as the Phoenix, before some of the other crews gave me the nickname. I forged the coins to drop around the jobs after that, as a little calling card and homage to the crews that helped me …rise back up, so to speak.”

untitled house run - rwrb

Alex sits back in his desk chair, blowing out a breath. 

At thirty-four, he can safely say that this was never in his plan anymore, not after everything that happened with him and Henry. 

God, he needed to talk to Henry.

Speak of the angel, and he shall appear, Alex thinks wryly. Henry leans against the doorway, smiling at him softly, holding a glass of red wine. “Hey love. I called you five times to come down for dinner, but you didn’t answer. Is everything okay?”

Alex smiles at Henry, and if it looks fake, Henry doesn’t call him on it, just walks over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple, sitting on the edge of the desk. “I’m okay, baby, just busy with this trial coming up for the firm. My associate has been out for a week with appendicitis, so I’m also doing a lot of prep work for it too. Is that,” Alex says, nodding at the glass, “for me?”

Henry nods, handing the glass off. “Do you want me to bring dinner up, love?”

Alex closes his laptop, shaking his head. “No, this can wait till tomorrow. For now, I just want to enjoy the night with my husband, if that works for you? Or do you have some prettier man to sneak off to?” Alex has the most shit-eating grin on his face, and Henry rolls his eyes. 

“Yes, Alex, I sneak out every night as I require the sexual rigor of a twenty-five year old to keep my appetite satiated,” he says in a deadpan, making Alex laugh as he brackets Henry’s hips against the desk, leaning down to kiss him once, twice, thrice.

“Let me show you ‘sexual rigor,’ baby,” he murmurs against Henry’s jaw before sucking the skin into his mouth. Henry lets out a breathy laugh as he lets himself be pushed down onto the desk, wine glass and all thoughts of dinner abandoned as they lose themselves in each other.

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wip wednesday

thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom, @birdclowns, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @bonheur-cafe, @alrightbuckaroo, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @taralaurel, @theghostofashton, @inflarescent, and @chaotictarlos for the tags!

when she enters a new fandom 👀👀

Henry pulls his (Alex’s, and he hates himself just a little bit for it) hoodie down lower over his face, trying not to draw attention to himself. Shaan and a couple PPOs are trailing behind him, and Henry  walks toward Alex’s house. 

He’s in Austin, against his own better judgment. 

He turns the corner, freezing in his tracks when he sees the other half of his heart, the man he’s missed since the day Henry pushed him out the door, in front of his house.

Henry watches as Alex throws his head back, a laugh escaping his throat as his face contorts under his laugh. Henry can’t remember the last time he saw Alex so carefree, so happy.

He watches as June slings an arm around his waist, pulling him close to hug him. his arms wrap around her shoulders, and the sun catches the glint of a ring on his pinky finger. Henry's ring.

It's always going to be you henry. even if i’m not it for you.

Henry blinks back the sting in his eyes, turns around and walks away.

Alex is happy, happier than Henry's ever seen him.

Henry's just going to have to learn to live with that.

i'm kinda late to the game and i'm not sure who's been tagged yet, so if you already did it, sorry! npt go out to @detective-giggles, @lightningboltreader, @mikibwrites, and @freneticfloetry

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

thanks to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @birdclowns, @alrightbuckaroo, @inflarescent, @bonheur-cafe, and @chaotictarlos for the tag!

i'm so far from seven sentences on any of these, and i am so excited for all of these <3 enjoy!

illicit affairs - rwrb

Dear H, 

I never really understood why people say that being away from their partner felt like they were missing half of themselves, or that there was something empty in their lives until they reunited. 

I get it now. 

I feel like half my soul is on the other side of the ocean, and I don’t know how to stop feeling the ache of missing you. I wish I could bring you out here, show you the States through my eyes and not the bullshit royal agenda they craft every time you’re here. I think I’d take you to the Grand Canyon, and watch you as you watch the sun rise over the canyon. Your face lit with the warm golden light, sweetheart, I know there’s going to be nothing like it. 

I miss you so much, H, and I can’t wait to see you again. 

I love you.

– A 

-------

A, 

Do let me know when you’re back in town, dear. I will make some time to see you. 

H

senator AU

“What?” TK tries to play it off as confusion, but he knows he isn’t fooling anyone, least of all Judd. 

“How long, TK? We ain’t playing this game today. How long have you been using again?”

TK sighs, picking at his hospital bracelet. “Since Carlos left.”

Judd swears under his breath. “Two months? You’ve been using two months, and I didn’t fucking notice. I knew something was wrong, but I thought you were just depressed after everything. I should have known better.” Judd looks so guilty, and TK can’t handle it. 

“No, you shouldn’t have. I made sure you shouldn’t have. I hid it really well, Judd. You couldn’t have known, Judd, because I made sure you didn’t. This isn’t your fault. This is mine.” TK rushes through it, making sure Judd actually hears him. He waits a minute before asking in a small voice, “Does Carlos know? Has he been by?”

Judd’s lips press into a straight line, and TK immediately knows the answer. “No one’s been able to reach him, TK. He went to the event alone, shut his phone off and went into a meeting. He hasn’t come out yet.”

Agent Reyes

Marjan smiles tiredly, sipping at the mug of coffee Nancy hands her. “Babe, I think coffee is the last thing I need right now, but thank you. I love you very much,” she says while pressing the mug into Carlos’s hands, “but Paul and Carlos are going to play now. We,” Marjan says, pulling Nancy close, “are going to go to bed now. ” Judd whistles from where he is in the kitchen, drawing a laugh out of everyone in the room. 

Nancy wraps her arms around Marjan in reply, “You heard her, gentlemen. I will be taking my girlfriend to bed now, and I expect no interruptions. My girlfriend needs her beauty sleep.”

TK sits in the chair Marjan left vacant, holding a legal pad and a pen in one hand and a plate of avocado toast in the other. “I figured you’d want to take notes, and you also didn’t eat dinner last night.” 

Carlos snorts before he can stop himself, “They were burnt, TK. I was not going to eat burnt grilled cheeses, no matter how hungry I was.”

“Hey,” TK says indignantly, although there’s a small smile playing on his face, “they were not burnt, they were just …well done.”

“Well done? It’s not a steak, TK. It’s a sandwich.” 

“Yeah, well it’s the way my dad used to make them…” TK’s eyes widen as he realizes what he said, a silence falling across the room. TK’s face cracks open as he realizes that he used past tense while referring to his father and Carlos takes a step forward, his motions aborted when he realizes he can’t send mixed signals like that.

Not when TK is so vulnerable.

i'm gonna tag @theghostofashton, @detective-giggles, @lightningboltreader, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @mikibwrites @freneticfloetry, and @hoko-onchi-writes!

(if any rwrb authors end up on this, please let me know! looking for some rwrb moots <3)

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wip wednesday

this wip game has me unearthing some of the angsty fics that i forgot about, so welcome to the circus i guess!

thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses, @theghostofashton and @bonheur-cafe for the tag!

illicit affairs

Dear H, 

I never really understood why people say that being away from their partner felt like they were missing half of themselves, or that there was something empty in their lives until they reunited. 

I get it now. 

I feel like half my soul is on the other side of the ocean, and I don’t know how to stop feeling the ache of missing you. I wish I could bring you out here, show you the States through my eyes and not the bullshit royal agenda they craft every time you’re here. I think I’d take you to the Grand Canyon, and watch you as you watch the sun rise over the canyon. Your face lit with the warm golden light, sweetheart, I know there’s going to be nothing like it. 

I miss you so much, H, and I can’t wait to see you again. 

I love you.

– A 

A, 

Do let me know when you’re back in town, dear. I will make some time to see you. 

H

now that i have you (i'm never letting you go)

TK laughs as he detangles himself from Aishu, taking a breath, “Okay, babe, I’m going to actually pass out if you don’t let me go get some water, okay? Give me five minutes, I promise.”

He dodges her grabby hands as he walks toward the bar, smiling at Michael as he saddles up to the bar. 

“Mineral water?”

TK nods, “You know me so well.”

“Maybe too well.” The bartender turns around and starts filling his cup, and TK leans against the bar, watchingAish continue to dance. It’s been three years since Iris had disappeared, and TK is so relieved to finally see Aish start to come back to herself as she tosses her head back and lets herself get pulled into the open arms of another woman as she dances. 

He scans through the bar, eyes landing on Paul as he chats up a pretty woman, smiling softly. 

TK’s gaze lands back on Carlos, and he feels his heart ache just a little as he watches Carlos talk to someone on the other side of the bar, against his will.

i'm not caught up on who posted yet, so forgive me if you've already posted! i'm gonna tag @chaotictarlos, @lightningboltreader, @detective-giggles, @liminalmemories21, @reyesstrand, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @decafdino