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and skinny dip in water under the bridge

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"Wait. Hold up. Is that what I was?" The smile slips from Henry's mouth completely. "Pardon?" "New Year's Eve. Six years ago," Alex clarifies. "Was I a battle you didn't choose?" He watches Henry's face fall as the laughter is sucked out of him in real time; Alex instantly misses it. He wants to take it back—to stay in the version of things where he and Henry could laugh as they splashed in the water under the bridge. They can't do that now that Alex shoved Henry's head beneath the surface.

OR: Henry found a way to avoid the correspondence dinner. Alex never kissed him the Red Room. They never fell in love. Six years later, they both find themselves in New York City, living wildly different lives, and have a chance to start again.

and skinny dip in water under the bridge

✨ ~6k WORDS ✨ RATED M ✨ CANON DIVERGENCE ✨

"Wait. Hold up. Is that what I was?" The smile slips from Henry's mouth completely. "Pardon?" "New Year's Eve. Six years ago," Alex clarifies. "Was I a battle you didn't choose?" He watches Henry's face fall as the laughter is sucked out of him in real time; Alex instantly misses it. He wants to take it back—to stay in the version of things where he and Henry could laugh as they splashed in the water under the bridge. They can't do that now that Alex shoved Henry's head beneath the surface.

OR: Henry found a way to avoid the correspondence dinner. Alex never kissed him the Red Room. They never fell in love. Six years later, they both find themselves in New York City, living wildly different lives, and have a chance to start again.

paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans for @b13-maybethistime

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“Whoa, wha—”  Alex goes a little cross-eyed as he watches her brush his curls back from his forehead. It reminds him of when he was a toddler, and June insisted on tucking him in at night.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”  Her fingers absently comb through his hair. “I need you to wake up, you little shit,” she says. Her voice is soft and fond and something else that Alex can’t put his finger on. It could pass as the answer to his question, but Alex isn't convinced June heard him at all.  “Yeah,” he drawls, prying her hands off his face and taking a very deliberate step backward. “You’re freaking me out here, Bug.” June's demeanor changes. Out of nowhere, her eyes go stern as stone—and there's none of that eerie softness in her voice when she speaks again. Instead, loud enough to make Alex's ears ring, she commands: “Wake up.”

OR: Alex never makes it to Kensington because fate has other plans. Nothing like a coma to put things in perspective, huh?

Dual POV between Alex's dream and Henry's reality.

paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans for @b13-maybethistime

✨ 10.3k WORDS ✨ RATED M ✨ CANON DIVERGENCE ✨

“Whoa, wha—”  Alex goes a little cross-eyed as he watches her brush his curls back from his forehead. It reminds him of when he was a toddler, and June insisted on tucking him in at night.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”  Her fingers absently comb through his hair. “I need you to wake up, you little shit,” she says. Her voice is soft and fond and something else that Alex can’t put his finger on. It could pass as the answer to his question, but Alex isn't convinced June heard him at all.  “Yeah,” he drawls, prying her hands off his face and taking a very deliberate step backward. “You’re freaking me out here, Bug.” June's demeanor changes. Out of nowhere, her eyes go stern as stone—and there's none of that eerie softness in her voice when she speaks again. Instead, loud enough to make Alex's ears ring, she commands: “Wake up.”

OR: Alex never makes it to Kensington because fate has other plans. Nothing like a coma to put things in perspective, huh?

all we are is skin and bones (for @nontoxic-writes)

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He had even less time to stop, turn to the asshole with the intention of saying something (hopefully) less cliche than, "Hey, I'm walkin' here!" and watch helplessly as a perfect stranger stepped backward, off the curb and directly into the path of a bike messenger. And that's the story of how Alex Claremont-Diaz went from doe-eyed future lawyer to an actual murderer. Cue the Cell Block Tango. No, that's a joke—but it is how he ended up here, anxiously drumming his fingers against his thigh in a hospital waiting room while someone he may or may not be responsible for maiming gets his wrist wrapped in a cast. …Actually, does this qualify as a maiming? Does the injury have to be permanent, or does even temporarily snapping someone's bone count? What is the legal definition of maiming, exactly? Alex is about to get his phone out to Google when a very tired-looking nurse pops out from the emergency room door and says, "Alex? Is there an Alex out here?"

OR: Alex didn't plan to push Henry Fox into oncoming traffic.

every now and then (our stars align) fic: @vibrantsaturn | playlist: @indestructibleheart

Alex, a retired child star, falls in love with Henry, the Prince of Wales, on a road trip without knowing he's the same man Alex has been talking to through letters since he was ten years old.

I'm excited to share the soundtrack to VibrantSaturn's fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb. When they told me what vibe they wanted for the playlist, they told me they wanted something dreamy. So, this playlist is a dreamy companion for long drives along the Tasmanian coast, hikes through the mountains, and falling in love... twice.

Fun Fact: Because most of the story happens in Australia, I specifically chose songs by Aussie artists for key moments!

I was tagged by a bunch of amazing people, all of whom I will tag under the cut below because tumblr STILL won't let you tag more than four people on one line.

// Cakegate or the Great Turkey Calamity // Red Room or tack room // strumpet or biscuit // Don’t Stop Me Now or Your Song // Yes, good, carry on or We all must learn and grow // Prince Buttercup or Hoe Dameron // Henry runs on NYE or Henry runs from the lake house // I am very, very gay or Bisexuality truly is a rich and complex tapestry // fire under your ass for no good goddamn reason or bottom of the pie crust chat // baby or sweetheart // The whole bloody time or set me on fire // Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi // AN INCOMPLETE LIST or your body comes back to me in dreams // burgundy velvet suit or midnight-blue bomber jacket // bad metaphors about maps or hometown stuff // obtuse fucking asshole or then fucking have me // America: He is my choice or Never tell me the odds // sería una mentira porque no sería él or history, huh? // I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you or I love him on purpose //

Honestly, I don't know who hasn't been tagged in this. I feel like I've seen everyone I know doing it... SO I'm gonna do the open tag thing.

If you have not been tagged, please consider this your tag—and also @ me so I can see it! I was tagged by: