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Author Highlights

Volatile Times

“Here’s what movies don’t tell you about end of the world: chances are it’s not what you expected it to be. Not a loving family, holding on to each other for as long as they can. Or a man and his dog, desperate for any sort of companionship in an empty world. And it might not be a ragtag group of strangers, just fighting to live another day.

Sometimes, it's just a pair of overstressed enemies-turned-tentative-friends, who somehow manage to do all those things at once."

After randomly running into each other in the middle of disaster, Alex and Henry make the drive from New York to Texas, finding the world and themselves changed along the way.

“I know. I know how the story goes. Hundred of years ago, two soulmates from powerful families fell in love with each other. The world wouldn’t allow them. Their respective families kept them apart—and, and to talk to each other they kept writing letters. And when they couldn’t send the letters anymore, they put them on their skin. They carved them with blood and ink, until the other could see them on their own skin. It was said that this first act of sacrifice, defiance—this, this longing was what changed the way soulmates bonded, allowed them to talk to each other like this. You know this, right?” “Yeah. I mean, it’s a little too Santa-Claus-y for me, but then again I can write my grocery list on my hand and let some random person I’ve never met know how much coffee I consume in a month, so what do I know, right?” He teases, a little nervously. “But didn’t they die?”

@rwrb-fests For RWRB Winterfest

Holidays in Sandringham are not actually that bad when the Fox sibings decide to get along.

AO3 link

Preview:

Winter holidays in Sandringham are not his favourite time of the year. The 'house', as they dare call it, is vast and empty much in the same way Kensington is, if not more, considering how little time during the year it homes any of them. Anmer Hall is close by, and Henry sometimes wonders if it wouldn't feel nicer to let his brother host Christmas instead, even if that means, well, letting his brother host Christmas.

At least the absurd number of rooms lets them hide from Gran. Like right now.

In the meantime, enjoy the alternate ending, I guess.

There are four things wrong in Alex's life:

His college roommate Henry whom he hates.

The two superheroes who somehow decided they were all part of one team.

His arch-nemesis, a goody-two-shoes villain that Alex can't actually justify stopping no matter how much he despises him.

...

How it's been two years since the fire and he's still terrified of being near it.

Of fucking course he ended up pyrokinetic, right?

Hey, there! It’s me, your resident asshole. I’m not going to actually bother with a preview on this one because it’s the only chapter of this fic prompt series that cannot, for the life of it, stand on its own. So if you’re new here and haven’t read it, here are the links to the correct chapters: Part One (prompt: Catch me)

Summary: Henry returns home from a trip, and Alex wonders how much of his loopy behavior he can justify with jet lag.

Part Two (prompt: Come on, say something to me)

Summary: "We grew up on those stairs. The only people who could hurt us in there were each other." aka the "I spent 45 minutes researching staircases just so I can push a character down one" fic.

And the new one Part Three :

Summary:  Alex finds out about Henry, and with the help of the one person who was there both times, they might finally figure out what the hell happened.