The following post details all of my fics (WIPs and completes) and will be edited with updates! This will also be pinned to my profile so it won’t be lost!
(Date of most recent edit October 27th, 2024)
Types of Updates will include:
Current WIP Count
Published In Progress Works
Complete Works
Gifts and Exchanges
Links
The Ships I’m Currently Writing For:
• FirstPrince
• Hollanov
• Buddie
There are Currently No Completed Works. Please check the “Gifts + Exchanges” section for any completed works at this time.
There are Currently No Ongoing Posted WIPs. Please check the “Gifts + Exchanges” section for any Ongoing posted works at this time.
"You and Me, We Explode Through the Scene" (M)
A series of “Country Boy” Alex AUs where Alex takes on personas and occupations in different country worlds because my brain won’t stop putting him in them.
1. "The Wind Whispered Softly That the Devil's to Blame." (COMING SOON)
Current WIPs in This Series: (7)
1. "Take This House and Make it a Home" (T, 5K) for the New Traditions: Red, White, & Royal Blue Advent Calendar Event Collection (2023)
2. "Here We Stand Worlds Apart" (E, Ongoing) for dr-lemurr for the Red White and Royal Blue New Year's Gift Exchange
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hello everyone! this is just a quick post/announcement as i'm reworking my entire account!
i'm formerly known as firstsprinces, but have changed my @ because i'm spreading my wings with the ships and fandoms i'm currently writing for!
i've recently hopped on the heated rivalry/hollanov train (i watched the first episode and bascially became obsessed). i already posted a quick drabble as soon as i finished the episode, where you can read here.
along with my firstprince works (which i removed from my older account and will be reposting!!) i will also be sharing buddie and hollanov fics that i'm really excited about!
my new AO3: wecanbe
my new formerly known as the bird app: wecanbeAO3
i can't wait to share and redesign my page in 2026! i hope you'll stick with me, have had a happy holidays so far, and a happy start to the new year!
My inspiration to write had become nonexistent, I removed my fics, and deleted my AO3 account….
But, I’m crawling out of my cave just to let you know that I feel like I’m in a headspace where I can return to my love of writing!
In my time away, I’ve fallen in love with a lot of other ships other than our beloved FirstPrince, and they’ve given me back some of inspiration that I will also be sharing on this page!
I also created a new AO3 (sailmyship), where I might repost the fics that I deleted, so if you recognize the fic and not the name, it’s me!
As of right now, I don’t have much writing to share because I’m trying to keep it quiet until I’m ready to post it fully, which has been a big struggle for me in the past.
I hope everyone’s doing well and I can’t wait to find my place back in this community 🤍
i’m sorry for my absence around here as of late. it’s been crazy around the holidays and with my work schedule. i’m hoping things will slow back down soon!
hope everyone’s enjoyed their holidays and just doing well in general 🤍
Happy Sunday and December 1st!! Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag and for sharing your holiday wip! I love a Hallmark movie-esque feel this time of year!
And it’s finally time to bust out the winter banner!
A while back I teased the idea that I’d like to give Junora a try, and as my idea is most likely unoriginal, here I am! This was also supposed to be posted before Thanksgiving, but my holiday work schedule started a week earlier than I was told.
This is far longer than seven sentences, but you deserve to have it all.
So, let’s get into June and all of her pining feelings for Nora!
Now that she lost her best friend after kissing her in a wine drunk haze, she wished she could go back in time and never poured that fourth glass. She wished she never heard Nora laugh because seeing the way her face lit up the room had been the catalyst for June ruining everything.
Alex leaned over and bumped shoulders with her, his hands still applauding whatever’s been done at the table. She clearly wasn’t paying attention to the present because everything around her brought up the past.
“You doing okay? You haven’t tried your wine and you missed Henry trying the cranberry sauce. He makes the most adorable faces when he’s disgusted.”
The blurry wine glass came back into focus and she let out a sigh. If she were alone the glass of wine would be tipped over, leaving a dark red stain in its wake.
Alex’s brow raised in alarm. “Something really must be off with you. No comeback either? Not even a ‘he’s been disgusted with you since the day you met’”?
He brought his hand to her forehead, obviously checking for a fever that wasn’t to be found.
June pushed his hand off of her face.
“We’re talking about this later. I’m putting down the ‘Serious Sibling Time’ card,” he said.
She groaned as her head hung. The ‘Serious Sibling Time’ card was supposed to be for emergencies only. It was something they came up with during their mother’s first presidential term. Whenever things felt too heavy, either sibling has the opportunity to call the imaginary card, and then they hid in one of the many rooms of the White House and talk about the serious thing that was on their mind.
June didn’t want to talk about this because she still didn’t really know what this was and what it all meant.
She picked her head up to look across the table at Nora and Pez again. The pit in her stomach was still there as Nora placed her hand onto Pez’s arm and continued to laugh at whatever funny thing he said.
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oh oh oh - thanks @typicalopposite for the early tag 💚
so first since this snip will have no smut - which feels a lil weird for me i posted a fic on friday that does if ur interested in a lil pip had alex first firstprince fic - gonna need you to tell me what you want to happen here
okay peeps it's time - today will be the first day of this lil fic (48k-ish) i wrote and will be posting throughout the month - it's gonna be a "baker's dozen 12 days of winter/holiday" thing - so 13 days lolz
here's a snip from the first chapter (under a cut with some tags cuz well it's longer than i thought and i don't wanna pick another snip lolz) OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG
On his bed, Nora lounges like a queen surveying her domain. She’s lying on her stomach, one leg lazily kicking in the air, her other hand clutching a burrito the size of her head. The remnants of her lunch are scattered on the nightstand—a crumpled foil wrapper, a soda can tipped precariously, and a few stray tortilla chips that she occasionally crunches between her teeth.
With her free hand, Nora rifles through a pile of Alex’s belongings next to her, occasionally plucking an item and tossing it into his suitcase without so much as a glance. A bottle of holiday-flavored lube arcs through the air, landing in the chaos with a soft thud. It’s swiftly followed by a couple of brightly colored dildos, one of which bounces off the edge and rolls onto the carpet.
Alex freezes mid-step, his hand clutching a stack of folded shirts. He raises an eyebrow, his tone caught somewhere between incredulous amusement and sheer exasperation. “Really?”
“What?” Nora doesn’t even bother looking up, taking another indulgent bite of her burrito. “You never know what kind of emergencies you might face, dude.”
Alex closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, steadying breath before setting the shirts on a nearby chair. “This is a legitimate acting gig, Nora. Not that kind of movie.”
“Still,” she says, her voice laced with mischief as she finally looks up, her hand now brandishing one of his neon dildos like it’s a trophy, “better safe than sorry. Besides, you still need to make some content for your Presidential Boudoir account; you don’t want to leave your plethora of subscribers in the lurch.”
okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @basil-bird @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517
Happy Sunday! I hope you’ve all had a good weekend!
Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag and I can’t wait to read your new fic!
This share is actually a draft for the deserted island AU from a couple of weeks back that I changed my mind on sharing. I’ve been bouncing through so many of my WIPs that I’m surprised my head’s not permanently spinning.
“You know, as terrifying as this all is, this is a moment I’m always going to remember.” Alex says, breaking the silence between them. “Whenever we get off this fucking island and are back home, this is what I’ll come back to. The nights when it’s just you, me. the soft sounds of the ocean, and the stars.”
Henry doesn’t respond because the second Alex mentioned being home again he’s shut himself down. Before, he’d give anything to get off the island. Now when he thinks about home he feels empty because he knows that he’ll be without Alex, the man who’s filled him in more ways than one.
hey hey hey peeps!!! it's a sunday and i have sentences!!
from the fic I posted Saturday evening - a wonderful lil firstprince fic with a side of Alex and Pip platonic soulmates, an alive Arthur Fox (bcuz I wanted to and an alive Arthur makes for better Fox kids), and all told from Pip's POV (i really luv this one - maybe some of y'all will too) - souls are not bound by simple explanations
so some words from it
But on one of these trips, Philip notices something—something subtle yet unmistakable—an unspoken connection between Alex and Henry. At first, he chalks it up to camaraderie. Henry has always been good with people when he chooses to be, even if he prefers to fade into the background. But over time, Philip begins to see it for what it is—something deeper, something neither Alex nor Henry seems fully aware of yet.
It starts small. A lingering glance from Alex across the dinner table whenever Henry speaks, a flicker of interest in his eyes that Philip hadn’t noticed before. Then there are the smiles—Alex’s wide and full of warmth, Henry’s rare but genuine, a hint of softness that Philip can’t remember seeing directed at anyone else. Henry, usually reserved and guarded to a fault, seems oddly at ease around Alex, as though the armor he wears so carefully has begun to crack in Alex’s presence.
The realization truly takes hold one afternoon at a charity polo match Alex happens to be in London for. Philip watches from a distance as Alex and Henry talk near the sidelines, their laughter carrying faintly over the hum of the crowd. The conversation looks casual, but there’s an undeniable intimacy in the way they lean toward each other, voices dropping to murmurs only the other can hear. It’s not just friendliness—it’s magnetic, the kind of pull that draws two people together without either fully realizing it.
open tag for anyone who wants to play along and whoever i missed in the bunch of tags beneath the cut (in my defiense it's just now barely sunday and i spend half the day in the car and the other half watching college football so ... yeah i prolly missed someone and i'm sorry for that 💚
okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517
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Happy Thursday! Falling asleep before posting is just my brand these days!
Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag and sharing more of first philanthropy!
Yesterday I shared that I love the amnesia trope and I’ve always wanted to write one of my own, but I was apprehensive about whether or not others were tired of it or not. I had a couple responses that reassured me the amnesia trope is alive and well!
So, you'll be getting a firstprince amnesia fic (kia's version).
Below the cut is just something I came up with in five minutes - so it’s rough. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
When he looks up Alex is kneeling in front of him, his eyes holding a deep concern. Something he’s become more aware of is that Alex is always there for him, picking up the pieces that Henry can’t seem to fit together - no matter how many times he has to.
Before Alex can say the words, Henry speaks for him. “Don’t tell me that it’s okay.”
“Baby-“
He shakes his head, wishing the motion would boggle his brain back to where he’ll never have to forget everything all over again.
“No,” Henry says angrily, the emotion not directed towards Alex but to himself. He feels another fresh round of tears start to glaze over his eyes. He uses the edges of his palms to vigorously wipe them away before they have the chance to fall.
“It’s not okay because I’m not okay!And I’m never going to be okay!” he starts. “I honestly have no clue how you can keep living this way, being with me when you should just give up on me, and find someone whose mind will never erase you.”
Alex places a tentative hand on Henry’s knee, which he doesn’t realize is wildly bouncing up and down. Then he inhales a deep breath. “Because I will never give up on you. I love you. Henry, and as much as it used to be so painful having you and then losing you without warning, I know that it’s painful for you, too.”
Henry swallows the moment Alex validates his own pain. Alex isn’t selfish , even when Henry wants to give him the out to be, he still chooses to stay and love him.
“Have we had this conversation before?” He asks.
“A few times. One time you threw a dinner plate at my head.” Alex tells him with a light laugh.
But Henry doesn’t find the same humor in it. He can’t visualize himself becoming that upset with Alex that he’d physically hurt him. Of course, he knows all about the emotional pain that’s come from this everlasting situation.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You missed, but a shard did cut my face. I’ve got a scar,” Alex says as he reaches for Henry’s hand and brings it to the end of his right eye brow, “right here.”
Henry’s index finger traces where Alex points out the location of his scar. He can’t recall if he’s ever noticed it before.
“All relationships have their ups and downs, and this is ours,” Alex tells him reassuringly.
so i posted today an alex/pez fic "Wanna get out of here?" so i'm gonna do words from another alex/pez fic i worked on last month and just need to edit to post
OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG AND first philanthropy (let's call them that shall we) smut and more tags under the cut 💚
The look in Percy’s eyes is intense, filled with warmth and desire that makes Alex’s chest feel tight. There’s a spark in those depths, a fire that mirrors the heat pooling low in Alex’s belly. It’s almost too much to bear, the heady mixture of longing and affection swirling around them. Percy’s hand moves with purpose, the rhythm he establishes building in a way that scatters Alex’s thoughts, sending him spiraling into a haze of sensation.
All Alex can do is let himself be swept away, completely at the mercy of Percy’s touch. The world outside fades into the background, and all that matters is this moment, this connection, and the way Percy’s hands explore him with both care and an unmistakable hunger. He trusts Percy to lead them both wherever they’re meant to go, the intoxicating thrill of surrendering to pleasure intertwining with the deep-seated yearning that has brought them to this point.
Percy takes his time, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air as he kneels between Alex's legs, an air of confidence about him that sends shivers down Alex's spine. He slides a condom onto Alex's cock, the sound of the foil crinkling punctuating the charged silence. Alex watches, heart racing, as Percy lowers himself, his eyes locked onto Alex's with a playful glint that promises so much more.
As Percy’s lips wrap around Alex, the initial sensation is slow and sensual, a tantalizing tease that sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. The warmth of Percy’s mouth envelops him, drawing him deeper into an abyss of sensation. Alex gasps, his body instinctively arching toward him, hips bucking as he seeks more of that sweet mouth around him. Each slow movement feels deliberate, a careful exploration that sends sparks radiating from his core.
okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517
(i know it's no longer wed by some of y'all and getting late so the smallest amount of pressure possible here - really i'm just too lazy to edit this list any more than i already did lolz)
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