#wip: himbo!alex

[sparklepocalypse]

Hello again! I'm back to my Posting Very Late On Sunday Shenanigans. Thank you to @firenati0n, @heysweetheart-writes, @zwiazdziarka, @blueeyedgrlwrites, @orchidscript, aaaaand

@kiwiana-writes for the tags today! (Congrats on being the winner of your very own @ mention line today, MJ!)

Because my brain is an asshole, I've got even more himbo!Alex for you today!

Henry wants to know what Alex’s smile feels like against his lips, his tongue. “Kiss me,” he blurts, immediately second-guessing the request when Alex freezes. “Oh, thank fuck,” Alex mutters after a moment. “Thought you weren’t into kissing, or you were saving your lips for marriage or some weird rich white person shit like—” “Alex,” Henry interjects impatiently, “you can roast my lineage later.” “I can multitask,” Alex declares, but he slants his mouth across Henry’s all the same.

I haven't seen tags from the following handful of folks, so I'm cold-calling @priincebutt, @cha-melodius, @duchessdepolignaca03, @thinkof-england, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf today, but as always my tag is super duper open!

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Movie Analysis: The Placement of Alex's Speech

Alright I’m really fucking sick of people complaining about the placement of the speech. (I swear, I write half of these essays out of irritation. But I’m happy while doing it so it all checks out)

Two things.

Regarding Henry’s consent

Use context clues people. Henry says, “Your speech was beautiful. Made me very proud to be your boyfriend.” It’s clear that Henry approves of the speech.

Again, what can be shown explicitly is restricted by the format. The point of Henry’s montages during the speech is to show how trapped and helpless he is in the situation. (for more, I wrote about it here.) The scenes need to keep that atmosphere/feeling of isolation and pain. If let’s say, we have a scene where the prime minister asks Henry about admitting and coming out, it would take away the consistent feeling of Henry’s pain. Cinematically, it won’t work. But that doesn’t mean in universe, it didn’t happen.

Also, Alex fucking loves Henry with every inch of his soul. He’s willing to fight for them, but he’s also willing to be patient for him. After getting his feelings sorted out and knowing with 100% clarity that he’s in love with Henry, he is never, ever going to do something that so obviously would hurt Henry. He would rather get hurt himself than hurt Henry. (Corresponding Book Quote: “Alex wants to go to war for this man, wants to get his hands on everything and everyone that ever hurt him.”) He wouldn’t make the speech without knowing Henry is okay with it. He just wouldn’t, that would straight up be out of character. So the fact that he did, means one way or another, he has Henry’s consent. And Henry later approving the speech in the piano scene, proves that. (It’s completely possible that the script itself meant to explain it this way, but if at any point they might have explicitly discussed coming out, my guess would be the Kensington breakfast scene, Prime, I’m coming for your hard drives—)

Regarding the placement of speech

There are two reasons for this.

One irl reason, is again, the format of the medium, and movie story telling. You want the tension to continuously build, increase and move upwards, then get a big but concrete resolution, and then this part is over. Having the speech as a conclusion after the balcony wave will not feel as well resolved as directly having the speech, then ending this part of the story with the big, big protest and balcony wave.  

But there’s a diegetic/ in universe reason as well.  

A lot of people, especially those who complain that Movie Alex is a himbo (also spite writing an essay on that, WIP, stay tuned), forget that Alex is a budding politician, and in fact, is a damn good one.

He, despite being kind of confused about his sexuality (read this essay for more), figures out Miguel’s flirting is mostly trying to get his statements for his articles, and in a fairly polite and classy way, Alex declines. (The state dinner slip was because he was way too entranced by Henry) He was a speaker at the DNC. His Texas campaign ultimately won Ellen the election.

When is comes to these things, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s good at what he does.

Making the speech before the crown can make a statement, was a strategic move.

Henry told Alex about his grandfather’s stance on this during the Paris date. He also told, well, yelled at Alex about the pressures he has from the crown during the Kensington confrontation. Alex knows the King will disapprove of their relationship and attempt to shove Henry into the closet.

So he has to be the one to control the narrative. He needs people to listen to, and believe in his, or rather, their side of the story.

And here’s a bit about human psychology. When receiving a new piece of information, our first impression and subsequent judgement of said information tends to be persistent. If we are provided with a second piece of contradicting information, we will tend to treat the second piece with much more criticism and suspicion. The mindset would be “prove to me the first one is wrong” instead of “Which one of these is right”.

Therefore, for Alex to get more people on his side, he must speak first.

(I almost imagine this is the reason the White House blocked communication with the palace. That bugged me for a while, until I thought, if the White House doesn’t block communication and receive a demand from the palace, they aren’t really on grounds to refuse it without a diplomatic mess. It’s the equivalent of avoiding talking to someone you don’t want to approach with the excuse “Oh my phone was off sorry”)

Imagine it. If the crown does what the King originally proposed and claims all the emails are fabrications and denies that Henry is gay and in a relationship with Alex, then Alex’s speech will be viewed through tinted glasses of “this is a fabrication, this is a lie” and it will take much more persuading for people to believe in Alex, because their first judgement of the issue, would be the crown’s lie of a narrative.

But by making the speech first, people’s first judgement of the issue, would be Alex’s explanation, of it being an invasion of privacy, and of it being true. Even if the crown denies it, with the first judgement being Alex’s narrative, it would make it much easier to see through the lie, because in people’s head, they already assumed that Alex is telling the truth.

By making the speech first, Alex has won both himself and Henry, the pen to write history.

Making the speech first is in no way Alex disrespecting Henry.

By playing politics and strategy, Alex is protecting Henry in the most familiar way he knows.

[innytoes]

Foster Care AUs plural? 👀

Lol I feel bad because that was totally bait, but what really happened is my word doc crashed and I had to give the 'autosave' document a different name than the original so I just added a random letter.

I'm not writing the second foster care au idea I had I am NOT

Have some Julie and the himbo shenanigans. Reggie just came back from court with Ray, where his dad's parental rights were dissolved because he's and Evil Dickbag Who Hit His Kid.

Behind him, Ray hung up his coat and looked over to the other guys, who were hovering. “You boys staying for dinner?” he asked. “Uuum,” the guys said, in various pitches, a sure sign they were Up To Something. Reggie pulled back and saw several backpacks dotted around the place. “Julie said we could sleep over,” Luke said in a rush. Julie, who was half-hidden behind Alex, went wide-eyed at being thrown under the bus. “We were going to ease him into it,” she hissed. Reggie, who knew Ray was a complete pushover when it came to them having friends over anyway, looked at him with big sad eyes.

Ask me about my WIP documents

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

willex.... piercing...what's the story?

Hi, thanks for the ask! (Send me a title from this list of my wip titles and I’ll tell you about it:))

Okay, bit of background: I have my daiths pierced, and I had to have one of them done twice and I had to get them switched for bio plastic and back so I could have an MRI. The lady who did them the first time had blue hair and I thought I was in love but *then* I got the second one redone and everything else done by a lady with red hair and a septum piercing and I am definitely in love.

This obviously led to the best idea I’ve ever had: Willie is a piercer, Alex goes to get his helix done, Alex falls in love, Alex’s solution to this is to just. Keep getting piercings. Problem? He brings one of the boys every time, and while Alex is trying to come up with a new way to ask if Willie likes boys each time, Willie is busy trying to figure out how to politely ask if Alex is cheating on the three guys with each other because he’s. So affectionate with them? (Ft rukebox and aroace Bobby who cannot imagine liking Alex (blond)). And it’s just the himbos vs communication again bc it’s fun

[julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts]

WIP snippet challenge

Ngl idk what this actually is but I was tagged by @a-tomb-with-a-view so here

‘Now that made her stop searching and she looked up at them. Alex was doing an uncanny version of that one blinking guy meme; Luke looked like someone just told him they do trigonometry for fun; and Reggie - she remembered his name immediately because he was the obviously bi one with his black leather jacket, unnecessary flannel, and extreme bi vibes - had a look she recognized from when she used to speak Spanish around Carrie when they were younger and actually friends.

So, really just pure and utter confusion all around.

“Yeah, okay, these two may not be the sharpest crayon in the box, but that is definitely not what a phone looks like,” Alex said, jabbing a finger at Luke and Reggie and completely ignoring their cries of protest.’

And uhhh I’ll tag @willies-skateboard @willex-n-waffles @sylphrenas and anyone else who wants to

[theanarik]

Me: oh, I haven’t had an ounce of inspiration to continue writing my wips. what shall i dooooooooooooooooooo

Also me: WILLEX. THINK OF ALL THESE WILLEX SCENARIOS. WRITE WILLEX FANFICS. READ WILLEX FANFICS. WILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX

[rowanberry-stolemy-identity]

JATP WIP snippet~

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“Did you just call Alex, babe?” Julie asked from where she sat on the couch leaning against Reggie, both looking amused.

“Pssh! what? No? No, I-I said ‘bro’, right Alex?”

“Yeah, you must've heard wrong or something” Alex shoved his hands into his jacket pockets nervously.

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ive been working on this for a bit and i wanted to post a little bit for motivation! its based off that one post about luke accidentally calling alex babe bc theyre exes 

[frogfoxart]

Some self-indulgent Alex because work has been exhausting this past week

[wolfiemcwolferson]

WIP Titles

My other fandom has been doing this WIP Title thing and I want to do it with my F1 friends.

I’m going to post like 5 working titles for stuff in gdocs and a little bit about them and you guys are more than welcome to send me an ask about them and I’ll share a little snippet or something from them for you!

I’ll also tag @duquesademiel to do it as well. She has given me cart blanche permission to tag her in stuff and I’m determined to make her regret it.

1) I will wait for you, at the end love - Maxiel - Strangers to friends to lovers for a fic fest I’m participating in. Himbo Danny, Single parent (trans!!!!) Max. 

2) Carlando exchange - Carlando - I don’t want to give too much away because I don’t want to ruin it for my giftee should they ever decide to drag themself ‘round this part, but I’ll say that Carlos and Max are work besties because I’m weak for their early RB dynamic.

3) The Loneliest Time Collection - a set of notes that I’m compiling for a series of short-fics I hope to write next year with various pairings and various dynamics. A fic for everyone and for everyone a fic basically. So far I have some Maxiel and some Piarles stories written. These will just kind of...post whenever I get the itch to finish a story.

4) Anything hurts less than the quiet - Galex Blue Neighbourhood. I’m cheating because this is actively posting, but I’m going to give you a snippet for the chapter posting this weekend. 

He’s thinking about the time George had the flu the first year he lived in the house and their relationship was still new, but he was feverish and delirious and he was curled up in the floor of the bathroom. He had raised his head up off the tile and looked at Alex, smiling and had said this is the part of sickness or in health, Lex.

5) Sometimes I feel like a hostage - Piarles - This is for a Piarles Winter exchange I’m taking part in so once again I won’t give too much away, so the only thing I can really say without giving away key plot points is that Charles is a pianist and it’s full of angst. 

[sparklepocalypse]

Getting things kicked off early today because I’ve got six really stupendous, sexually charged sentences to share. Thanks, @kiwiana-writes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags! My tag is super duper open, so please feel free to say I tagged you if you haven’t posted yet! I’ll tag a bunch of folks in chunks of 5 (still super dumb, Tumblr, fix it) behind the jump after the snippet.

Behind the jump, you’ll find a scene from the AU I’ve been affectionately calling himbo!Alex, involving Alex, Henry, a beach cabana, and sunscreen.

“You okay?” Alex breathes.

“Mm,” Henry agrees, because he is a weak man and his words, usually a source of pride, are currently failing him. Alex works his way down Henry’s thighs and calves, releasing more knots as he finds them, spending an inordinate amount of time on Henry’s ankles. Henry is floating, liquid, a contradictory puddle of want and relaxation even as he contemplates whether it’s truly necessary for his heels and soles to receive the same sunscreen treatment as the tops of his feet.

Then Alex utters the most devastating two-word sentence he possibly could in this moment. “Turn over.”

And since I’m about 12 hours earlier than usual and most of you probably haven’t posted yet — show me what you got, @firenati0n, @eusuntgratie, @captainjunglegym, @bigassbowlingballhead,

@cha-melodius, @orchidscript, @duchessdepolignaca03, @zwiazdziarka, @inexplicablymine,

@affectionatelyrs, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @gayrootvegetable, @wordsofhoneydew, @magicandarchery,

@faketrex, @thinkof-england, @priincebutt, @i-am-freyja, @ninzied,

@bribumblebee, @cricketnationrise, @anchoredarchangel, @oxfordslutphase, and @getmehighonmagic!

[girlboss-molina]

Fic Masterlist

(The links attached to each title will bring you to the Ao3 posts, but the Tumblr post links will be provided as well. My main project, currently BWYA, will be above the cut. I will edit this post any time I publish a new fic.)

My Ao3: stormy_blue_skies 

Be Who You Are (No Compromise) - (Tumblr Masterpost Link)

This is the main fic that I’m working on

Multi-chapter, WIP

Rated T

Relationships: Julie/Luke, Willie/Alex, background Flynn/Carrie

Princess Julie Molina, heiress to the Dahlian Throne, is set in an arranged marriage with Prince Alexander Mercer of Tambor. The thing is, they’ve been friends for years, and neither of them want to marry the other, especially given that Alex is gay. 

Soon, though, Julie falls in love with Alex’s guard, Luke, and Alex is head-over-heels for a cute baker he meets in the Dahlian kitchens. And Reggie, Julie’s older brother, does some meddling to give them all the happily ever after they deserve.

Treasonous shenanigans ensue.

Kryptonite - (Tumblr Link)

Oneshot

Rated G

Relationships: Julie/Luke

Luke Patterson is a simp. But no, that isn’t the reason he wants Julie to teach him how to play the piano, not at all... 

Breathe - (Tumblr Link)

Oneshot

Rated G

Relationships: Gen

Even though it’s been awhile since her mom passed away, sometimes, Julie still struggles. Luckily, she has a family who loves her and will be with her every step of the way.

The Key to my Heart - (Tumblr Link)

Oneshot

Rated G

Relationships: Willie/Alex

Alex is tired, but not as tired as Willie, the key to his heart. Of course, when the key to your heart is a gay, sleep-deprived, ADHD college student, things are bound to get chaotic.

Truth or Dare: Remixed - (Tumblr Link)

Oneshot

Rated T

Relationships: Willie/Alex, background Julie/Luke

Julie and the Himbos have a sleepover (with Willie, of course). Chaos (and fluffy gays) ensues.

On a Ray of Light - (Tumblr Link)

Oneshot

Rated G

Relationships: Willie/Alex, but it isn’t the focus

What happened during and after the Orpheum, from Willie’s perspective.

My Drabble Collection on Ao3

This has all of my JatP drabbles that I got from prompts!

[thelanguageoflovers]

so you’re trying to understand sophia and i’s jatp universe

@localspacelesbian​​ and I never intended for this to get so out of hand, but then it did, so here we are. We’ve got a few wips going, so I figured it was about time to get around to one of these.

it’s okay if you’re lost, because so are we! here’s a little guide to help you out (:

CHARACTERS:

The Lacrosse Team:

Spencer Montgomery-Wright: Our pride and joy. He’s on the lacrosse team, and can be seen being bewildered with Nick when the guys show up during ‘Bright’. Some have referred to him as the guy who is called ‘Letterman Jacket Guy’ on IMDb - these people are wrong. Letterman Jacket Guy is a white blonde guy. Spencer is black. He’s in the design program at their school and designs costumes for all the ballets. 

He and Nick have been best friends since they were little, and have exchanged stuffed animals (Nick gave Spencer a stuffed penguin named Texas, and Spencer returned the favor with a stuffed elephant named Oklahoma). They’re total astronomy dorks (Spencer calls Nick ‘Tor’ after Copernicus, and Nick calls Spencer ‘Cass’ after Cassini). They’re also in love, but they’re still working through that. 

Connor Nesbitt: The aforementioned ‘Letterman Jacket Guy’. He’s the captain of the lacrosse team, the very definition of a himbo. He’s in the cinematic arts program, but, like, really likes history.

Nick Danforth-Evans: Pretty self-explanatory, but the Danforth-Evans theory is canon in the SACU (Sophia and Adalie Cinematic Universe).

Chris McMillan: Chris is a sweetheart. He’s in the theater program but wants to be a farmer and raise sheep when he grows up. He just really likes farm animals, okay?

Barry O’Hara: A good dude! He’s in the dance program, and his Special Interest is linguistics and communication.

Rasheed Bakir: Rasheed!! He’s a bit of a running joke in our work, as he constantly hurts his legs and feet. He’s been known to ride in Connor’s car with a broken ankle hanging out the window. It’s fine. He’s in the theater program, hates Shakespeare more than anything, and is dating Ari Price.

Ari Price: Just a lil visual arts program kid. Constantly so worried about Rasheed. The Ultimate mom friend; his backpack is the equivalent of Alex’s fanny pack, and he makes a very good soup when one of the guys is sick.

Leo Montgomery: He’s Spencer’s cousin! Very buff and a little bit scary but is a whole teddy bear. He’s in the music program, and is so tired of watching Nick and Spencer pine. He’s a science nerd, except for biology. Fuck biology. All his homies hate biology.

Percy Mayer: We love Percy so much. He’s a Ballet Boy, and he’s fake dating a girl in ballet named Constance Hansen. He’s probably aro, but is still a little confused about that.

Oren Summers: Oren is a freshman in the visual arts program. Kind of just one of those nice guys you meet in school who are just cool to be around.

Grayson Radcliffe: Grayson plays the french horn in the music program, and is in our token heterosexual relationship with Jennifer Brickaday.

Dirty Candi

Kayla Lavelle: Y’all know Kayla. We named her ‘Lavelle’ because we went with a color based system and, yk, lavender.

Jennifer Brickaday: Yellow Candi! Dating Grayson, and we just don’t deserve her. Brickaday is a reference to the yellow brick road.

Andrea Turkis: Miss Turquoise Candi! Probably our favorite candi - she’s a lesbian and just gives the best hugs. (Turkis means turquoise in several languages.)

Velma Williams: Orange Candi! Straight up the coolest person alive. She’s aro, and helps Percy sort out his sexuality. Just really likes dinosaurs, you know? (Williams is for William of Orange)

Mary Brooks: Not a member of Dirty Candi, but their manager. Totally not in love with Julie what are you talking about that’s bananas (Mary - marron (brown) and Brooks is just a slightly less on-the-nose version of Brown).

Those Done Dirty:

Flynn Chadwick: Chat means cat in french, but we wanted Chadwick because it sounded neat.

Willie Greenwood: He just gives us green vibes I don’t know what to tell you

The Families:

The Danforth-Evans Family: Nick, Ryan, and Chad are a given. Nick also has a little sister named Phoebe Danforth-Evans. Phoebe is a gymnast and general rascal.

The Montgomery-Wright Family: Buckle up, y’all. Spencer has seven pets. - Laura Montgomery: Mom #1. Very chill, but very protective. - Francesca ‘Franny’ Wright: Mom #2. Just the sweetest, but is willing to cause harm to a bitch if necessary. - Dog: Herbert Fitzhoover (the light of all of our lives) - Cats: Tongs, Spoon, and Spatula. They’re just like old gay men. No further comment. - Bird: Chicken the parakeet. Spencer found him at the airport and just... brought him home. - Roomba: BoBo. Very Good Boy. - Kinda Penguin: Texas (a lesbian icon, married to Oklahoma)

The Chadwick Family:  - Dad: Nico Chadwick. Just, like, a really good dad. Living the life. - Older Brother: Andrew Chadwick. Absolute nerd, away at university, drinks his respecting women juice every day. - Younger Sisters: Rachel & Eliza Chadwick. Twins - they love tormenting Flynn. - Cat: Snoopy. The love of my life.

The Wilson Family:  - Cat: Peanut!! love him

The Mercer Family: - Alex’s Younger Sister: Annabelle ‘Annie’ Mercer. Deaf, has a bright pink hearing aid. Wants to be just like her big brother (is already halfway there, being that she is wildly queer).

RUNNING AND INSIDE JOKES:

Octoslashers III: Octoslashers shows up as some form of media in every fic we write. Every single one.

Twister: Alex is a GOD at Twister, and there’s no debating this.

Rasheed’s Leg: Rasheed breaks his leg, foot, or ankle somehow in every fic. He’s trying.

The Caleb Chew-Out: Let’s just say I’m making it my mission to write a scene into every fic of ours where a character yells at Caleb, and everyone is going to get their turn. 

Oklahomas: Oklahoma and Texas are soulmates in every universe. 

questions? let me know! i’ll add the answers (:

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

i'm so intrigued pls tell me about Kick his ass baby 5+1

Heyo thingamaceej, thankies for the ask! (Send me a fic title from this list of fic titles and I’ll tell you about it)

So,,, I gave a brief overview of this in a 5+1 ask, but basically, Alex (with Owen’s current build, not the noodle we had in the show) is a bouncer at a bar or club or whatever, where jatp ft Bobby play a lot. Boggie are bartenders who shouldn’t be left alone, Luke is banned from working there, Julie has her own life and therefore works elsewhere.

Willie is just doing their thang, vibing, going out drinking with Nick and Kayla like all good gays, and he sees this bouncer and he’s like ah. Yes. The most beautiful person I have ever seen. Skip forward a few hours and he’s drunkenly telling Bobby that they want to marry the bouncer. Bobby is like, well, he’s a flowers man, thinking Willie will a) forget or b) get him a bouquet. Instead, Willie starts bringing Alex a flower to tuck behind his ear every time he visits the club, (gets Alex’s okay to keep doing it bc he’s a good child). It’s gonna be five occasions where Willie have Alex a flower, and then one time on willex’s one year where Willie brings Alex a flower when he comes to pick him up to go on a date, where Alex has to deal with a customer so he gives Willie the flower to hold whilst he does it :))

[mavspeed]

First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

1.

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon. 

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

2.

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

3. 

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

4.

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

5. 

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

6. 

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

7. 

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

8. 

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

9.

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

10. 

Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11. 

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess 

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13. 

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14. 

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

16.

David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

17.

He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

18.

It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

19.

“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

[cairolikestowrite]

My WIP (The Opal Heart)

SUMMARY

The Alverez system lives a fairly standard life. 21 years old in highschool, struggling with chem class, as you do. Until he discovers a mysterious rippling mirror in the school’s unisex bathroom. When he tells Zen about it, they’re both branded with the Mark of a Champion. And transported to a fantasy land they never knew existed, of course.

Can they survive prophecies, dragons, magic powers, and a tournament that can cost them their lives? There’s only one way to find out. If they fail, both worlds go down.

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GENRE: fantasy/action/adventure

POV: third person limited, past tense, multiple pov’s

MAJOR THEMES: change, dealing with your past, love, learning the value of life

FEATURES: visibly LGBT+ and disabled characters, trope subversions, wholesome family time.

CHARACTERS:

The System:

Louis: The host. Always trying his darndest to keep everyone else in check, though he’s a bit of a pushover. Great in school, sucky in anything outside of it. Can not stand the smell of grape soda.

Jae: Resident sex boi. Couldn’t keep it in his pants to save his life, probably the nicest asshole you’ll ever encounter. Sexual protector of the system and sometimes offers tough love to other alters. Hates children. Often refers to fronting as “driving this bitch.”

Jacqueline: Mom of the bunch. Always making sure the rest of the alters are okay. Grows flowers in the inner world. Listens to way too much Katy Perry. Is in love with Ryan Reynolds.

Kiara: Minor trauma holder. The goth phase in human form. You’ll never catch her wearing a color. Swears five times every other sentence.

Alex: Louis’ twin. Favorite color is rainbow. Will literally cut off any friend of the system who wears crocs. Likes buttered raisin toast. Hates children. Is the most stylish of the group.

Devon: Asexual. Would rather read and drink tea than anything else. Has basically memorized all of fifty shades of grey because he kept reading it over and over “because it was funny.” Loves cuddles, constantly butting heads with Jae. British accent.

Oliver (Ollie): Trauma Holder/persecutor.. Hates every other member of the system. Is literally never allowed to front, cus usually when he does things go to shit. Can’t maintain a decent relationship with any alter other than Jacqueline. Everyone has a love/hate relationship with the guy.

Other Characters:

Zen Montago: Total bitch, warms up once you get to know him. Loves the color lilac. Practices figure skating. Wants to win the Olympics one day. Is one of the first to get the Mark. Life goal is to become successful in both piano and figure skating.

Chance Lilywhite: “Popular Jock but with feelings” trope. Football, smoking with friends, ivy-league scholarships, the whole shabang. Manly man. Total cliche himbo. Hobbies include: respecting women

Carina: Dyslexic. A competitive dancer. Sweetest little thing you’ll ever encounter. Only she isn’t little. She’s like 6 feet tall. Best friend of Louis and Alex. Helps them manage daily life. Loves cheese.

(character profiles under construction, links available eventually)

And that’s about it for now : )

[frogfoxart]

I forgot to add his line but y'all know what he says