New York, 1890. Henry is a Slayer, Alex is a Vampire. Somehow, they are not in a hurry to kill each other. Enemies (sort of) to friends to lover. Fluff, angst, smut.
Henry almost runs over Alex with his car, drastically changing their lives’ trajectory. Strangers to friends to lovers. Prince Henry, non-famous Alex. Fluff and a bit of angst.
AUGUST
Writing Wait for me to come home & a few Birthday fics
When he inherits a lakehouse from his late aunt, Henry doesn’t hesitate and book the first plane to Texas, leaving everything behind, including years of abuse by his grandmother, ceo of a vast hotel empire.
Henry begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, seeking to reclaim control over his life and unearth a renewed sense of purpose.
And if he finds love in the sparkling brown eyes and charming smile of a handsome veterinarian, well, it’s an unexpected, but welcome, bonus. Fluff, a bit of smut, strangers to friends to lovers.
as of today the 2nd chapter of dragon alex is complete - it keeps acquiring more illustrations and more silly lore but it’s chugging along slowly (luckily the dragon is alright sharing his time so he’s not the only thing getting written) so shall we have some words from dragon alex
Eventually, Cal returns to the others with a flick of his tail, satisfied with his royal introduction. Alex climbs up to sit on the top rail, legs swinging, feet thudding softly against the wood. “So …” he says casually, eyes jovial, “gonna tell me which window you escaped through?”
Henry’s lips curl into a smirk. “And have you bar it up? No way.”
Alex chuckles. “I’ll figure it out. Bet you left something hanging—rope, sheet, enchanted scarf, whatever you used to escape.”
Henry lifts a brow. “If you say so.” He has no intention of revealing his secret. No mention of the lower level, the hidden door, the unused windows with their easy latches. Some secrets are too sweet to surrender. And besides… he likes having a bit of freedom.
Alex tilts his head, watching him for a beat longer. He knows Henry is hiding something more than just the name of his kingdom. But for now, he lets it be. For now.
Most of my words are either a secret (AWY event) or already posted (Ficlet Friday) and I’m swiftly running out of unshared words from my other WIPs BUT:
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FirstPrince Reporter AU
He feels like he’s stuck in limbo. Not as young as he once was, but not old, either. Not lonely, but definitely alone. He’s simply floating through life, waiting for something big to happen.
STONE THE CROWS I’ve actually written some stuff? Thank you for the tags, @sherryvalli and @cha-melodius!
The Princess Diaries AU continues. We’re at 22k words. I don’t want to post any of it until all of it is done.
Pez returned and said we were shooting. I went from right to left as Alex hammed up his speech to the camera, holding weird jars full of things that I think were meant to be organs but were very clearly painted Pokemon figurines. Later, in the same scene, I went from left to right to switch on a hologram (which Pez says he’ll fix in post) that would show the hero at the gates.
After we were done, three takes later (Alex making bolder and bolder choices til he was chewing the scenery so hard he’s probably going to get indigestion), Pez said we should set up for the next scene. I wasn’t in it, so I started groping at the back of my own head to get the mask off.
“Woah, woah - I’ve got it,” Alex said, and I felt his deft fingers first slide the surgical cap off, and then gently untangle and undo the double knots. By the time I was free, my face was on fire.
“You okay, Henry?” Alex asked as I turned to thank him. He looked a little concerned, and guided me to a seat, practically bumping June off hers in his eagerness to sit me down. “Nora, can you get Henry some water?”
hello friends :) last time i did one of these was november oops so I’m happy to get to share some words :) i have been through some SHIT the last few months, but slowly making my way back into my body. thanks for your patience! <3
here’s a snip from my upcoming multichap,two years from tomorrow! it is an au of the sandra bullock x keanu reeves early 2000s romantic drama The Lake House. if you have never seen it and want to read this, DON’T GOOGLE IT JADSFJLASDF stay ignorant! if you HAVE seen it, don’t worry—i have made some changes. :) my second multichap just HAD to be another sandra movie…except this time, unlike ice queen henry in the proposal au, sandra is ALEX. because everyone deserves to be sandra bullock at least once.
been a HOT MINUTE since i wrote a multichap BUT i am going to fully write before i post. i promise.
here’s a split pov taken from diff points in the chapter…roommates with a twist…
january, alex:
Alex Claremont-Diaz deserves some fucking peace and quiet and rest, and this lake house is moving him one step closer to outrunning law-related burnout of epic proportions.
Or at least, that’s what he hopes; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him. Year after year of relentless caseloads and emotionally draining yet fulfilling clients will do that to a person—fills them up, but at a steep personal cost. And Alex’s wellbeing is here to fucking collect.
Luna was pretty clear about the whole thing: “A three month sabbatical, kid. No arguments. Better not see your ass darkening Luna & Associates’ fuckin’ doors until April.”
So. Lake it is. Peace and quiet. No stress. His lease was up anyway, so he crashed at June’s and diligently searched for housing near but not in Chicago. He’s going for serene, here. Goodbye, high rises and pavement. Hello, waterfront views and enlightenment.
january, henry:
Henry Fox-Mountchristen is bloody terrified of moving into this place, with its memories and sadness and joy attached, and this lake house is forcing him one step closer to confronting a final piece of the grief puzzle he’s been avoiding for years.
Or at least, that’s what he’s afraid of; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him.
The past was full of laughter echoing in the halls, late night sketching at the threadbare dinner table, secrets and fears whispered into the nooks and crannies. The present, however, is full of running. From his fears, from his demons, from laughter and sketching and secrets.
But Henry’s tired. Year after year of agonizing pain and subsequent expensive therapy will do that to a person—drains them, builds them up, then drains them again. Rinse and repeat, hope eternally on the horizon, fears loitering on his doorstep. And those aforementioned demons have finally caught up and are knocking rather insistently.
xoxo roop
+ open tag and tagging back folks who got me over the last few months! thank you so much <3
I am in the depths of reading so many fantastic stories, writing my own fics and even continuing to draft my own original story.
“Darling, please calm down.” Henry says, exasperated. Oh fuck. Shit fuck. Alex stops pacing suddenly and looks at Henry. The hurt on his face would be imperceptible to anyone else. It’s like a neon sign to Henry. “I’m sorry, love.” Henry tries the pet name but it doesn’t soothe the mistake. “No.” Alex gives him a hard stare. “I get it.” Alex walks into his office and closes the door. Henry should give him a few minutes to breathe and decide how mad he feels. Alex needs time to listen to his body and mind. He’ll give him his time and then apologize profusely. But today Henry chooses exactly the wrong way to comfort his partner when he’s hurt him. He doesn’t know why. Instead, he audibly scoffs at the closing door and scrolls his phone.
hello again! :D thank you @freneticfloetry for the tag!! I don’t know that I’ve ever seen this game before!!
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).
Thanks @anincompletelist for the tag- I’m with you, I’ve never seen this one, and it looks fun!
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).
Fic with the least words: I have a bunch of drabbles, but there are a few that accidentally didn’t quite hit 100 (oops), so of those, the shortest is The List
