#acting like I'm at the cliffs I'm sick to my stomach with worry

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RWRB FirstPrince Canon Compliant Recs

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Every Version by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf. M, 1.1k. Alex does a magazine photoshoot, and the day that the magazine arrives, he wants Henry to look at it first.

Acts of Service by TuppingLiberty. E, 1.4k. After a vacation, Henry shaves Alex’s scruff off, because he loves taking care of Alex.

5+1 Times Henry Was Attracted To Alex (Texas Edition) by @absoluteaudacitywrites. E, 1.4k. Alex in a Stetson though. That’s the stuff of Henry’s most filthy dreams. He swears his husband gets even more Texan with it on, his drawl getting slower, more syrupy. He calls Henry darlin’ and tips the brow to him as he passes and Henry knows it’s stupid but he finds himself weak at the knees from being in proximity to his own personal cowboy.

A Hoarse I Love You by a_velvet_blazer. NR, 1.6k. Alex knew he wasn’t particularly… pleasant when he got sick.

Before, in the white house, June helped out. She had a container of Vicks in her room and would bring him soup from the kitchen. She had down the perfect mix of checking on him to make sure he was still breathing and leaving him alone to wallow.

The times he was sick in the brownstone were easy enough to play off, with (a different) tub of Vicks in their bathroom with a nice collection of Advil and Tylenol.

He has a system.

That is, until he doesn't.

boxing with no gloves by @littlemisskittentoes. G, 2.2k. Henry is pushing his arms through the woolen sleeves of a peacoat. He faces Alex and there’s no softness left in his features. He’s genuinely angry this time. None of the endeared exhaustion of his antics Alex is so used to seeing from him. None of the fondness that always plays hide and seek in his eyes when he looks at Alex. Henry looks blank and placid. His press face, edged with a hint of venom.

And Alex has seen versions of this face. He’s seen a calmer facade of it, one that had boarded a plane back to England by the time Alex woke up.

There’s something cold settling in Alex’s stomach. A kind of panic crawling up his throat. There’s ice dancing at his fingertips, but his hands are sweating, and oh God, Henry’s leaving again.

Or, Alex and Henry get into a fight. Henry tries to leave, Alex needs him to stay. So he does.

I'd Wanna Be Felled By You, Held By You by @sparklepocalypse. E, 2.3k. In hindsight, Alex should probably have known that letting Henry borrow his clothes for the weekend would absolutely wreck him. But Henry had fretted about his wardrobe being too formal for a casual visit to the lake house, and Alex has developed somewhat of a Pavlovian response to the way Henry’s brows furrow and his mouth pinches when he’s anxious. Once the words “You can just wear my stuff, no worries,” were out there, there’d been no stuffing them back into his mouth.

Here’s the thing Alex should’ve taken into consideration: Henry would look hot dressed in a garbage bag. So the morning after their lake house arrival, when Henry steps out of the shower and into a pair of Alex’s swim trunks and Alex’s Arrels Barcelona shirt, Alex takes one look at him and drops his phone.

(Movieverse; Henry wears Alex's clothes at the lake house and Alex reacts accordingly.)

i'm so in love (i might stop breathing) by vibrantsaturn. T, 2.4k. He looks so fucking gorgeous like this, eyes half-lidded as he looks at Alex. He rests his head on Alex's chest, tightening his arms. Alex can see the tips of his ears turning pink.

"It's ! H G E J F M W C D 2 4 !" he mumbles in embarrassment, hiding his face in the crook of Alex's neck again. A beat of silence.

Then, almost shouting in joy, Alex yells, "Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor- Claremont-Diaz! That's your fucking password?"

"Shut up!" Henry hisses and Alex feels so many butterflies in his stomach that he's going to throw himself off of a cliff. Really, teenage girls with celebrity crushes have nothing on him at this moment.

or,

Henry is drunk and Alex is so in love he could die.

it was you he gave me by @coffeecatsme. E, 2.5k. The tattoo artist traces Alex’s thigh with a gloved finger as she grabs the needle, brows furrowed as if she’s trying to make sense of the lettering. “This is beautiful,” she says, awe in her voice. Alex feels a sort of pride surge through him. “Who’s the poet?”

Alex smiles. “If I tell you, can you keep a secret?”

Or, Alex finds a pen in their sex toy drawer and Henry finds a use for it.

in sickness, and in health by softcinnamonroll. T, 2.5k. It all started with a slight niggle in Alex’s right side. He was at the library, face deep in one of his law textbooks as he studied for his midterms and he sat back to stretch, only to feel a sharp nip in the side. He frowned as a hiss left his lips, hand moving to grip his side slightly and rub the skin where it hurt. He didn’t think too much about it, after all he had been sitting in the same position for hours. It was likely due to lack of movement.

A Goddamn Fairytale by toffrox. T, 2.5k. Henry wants to be angry. He does. He wants to feel it simmering in his chest, wants to be sitting there like Alex is next to him with his eyes smouldering. He wants to be like Bea, pacing the room with her fists clenched, absolutely livid. 

"You can't let her do this!" Bea cries.

"It's just one tiny part of the day," Henry says with a sigh. "Everything else will be exactly as planned. I'm just not sure it's worth having a big fight over."

Bea glares and looks like she's going to rant when Alex cuts in-

"Fuck. That."

A Lover's Embrace by septemberleaves. T, 2.6k. Alex realizes he doesn't know the name of Henry's cologne and has a slight crisis.

Asking For Permission by @cultofsappho. T, 2.6k. Henry knows he's going to ask Alex to marry him. And he knows its a ridiculous tradition, but he wants to ask the most important person in Alex's life for their blessing, just to be sure.

Behind a Locked Door by @rmd-writes. E, 2.8k. Alex glances at the celebrant who holds out the card with his vows printed on them. He looks at Henry as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his reading glasses. Henry’s eyes widen and as Alex puts his glasses on, there’s a sharp inhale from Henry. Alex winks. Henry looks like he might have stopped breathing.

What happens when Alex pulls his glasses out during their wedding ceremony? Henry finds a room with a locked door. 

wake and shake by weather_stained. E, 2.8k. Alex wakes up to find Henry indulging in some...classical literature.

Just Say Yes by @everwitch-magiks. G, 3.2k. “Well,” Alex says slowly, “You look… marriable? I guess.” He lets his feet carry him a couple of steps closer, reaching out to adjust Henry’s tie even though it’s already perfect. “I’m not a hundred percent on this shade of blue, though.”

Henry’s bottom lip catches between his teeth as he meets Alex’s eyes, his expression one of carefully concealed amusement. “Heaven forbid that you marry a man whose choice of neckwear doesn’t convey a sense of adventure,” he says gravely. “Would you perhaps prefer something patterned? Why don’t we request one with little embroidered pictures of David?”

Alex grins widely. “A personal touch. I love that, baby.”

The royal stylist is glancing between the two of them with abject horror.

you look so good it hurts by greenandmoss. M, 3.2k. After Berlin, Alex can't find his sweater.

Or: English Princes are thieves and Alex doesn't have the strength to cope with seeing Henry wearing his clothes.

Favours by Veronae. E, 3.3k. Buttercream swirls haunt his nightmares.

Henry got Alex a cupcake for his birthday, and they do sexy things with it.

in bloom by rizcriz. T, 3.5K. This is all Nora’s fault. No, actually, it’s the fucking Crown’s fault. No, no, it’s homophobia’s fault. Fuck, okay, he doesn’t know who to blame but he’s pinning it on the lapels of the universe with a frown and a fuck you.

Because Henry, beautiful, wonderful, rosy cheeked Henry—the man Alex would fucking die for and who deserves the whole god damned world—has never been given flowers. It may seem small, innocuous, but the look in his eyes as June smells the bouquet of lilacs Nora brought to the bar for her says fucking otherwise.

Henry’s words are still hanging over the group of them; “I wouldn’t know,” he’d said with a small shrug and a smile that said he wasn’t too upset, but Alex saw the little crease in his brow, the way his gaze dropped to the table on the shrug, he knows it matters; “I’ve never been given any.”

Or, five times Alex bought Henry flowers.

when you say my name (i like the way it sounds) by kittentoes. G, 3.6k. When he looks back, he gives himself a moment to take it in. He basks in the sound of familiar laughter echoing around their kitchen in the simmering warmth and comfortability that comes with being sucked into Pez’s antics and lulled back by Bea’s steadiness. He revels in the swirl of Nora’s genius and calm of June’s kindness.

It’s not quite the same as LA all those years ago. It doesn’t take him by surprise or feel novel anymore. But it's still that feeling of rightness, a crystal clear understanding that this, these people, will always be a kind of home to him.

or, The Super Six take on a Halloween party. Henry, for once, let’s himself let loose. Drunk, uninhabited, and free to love Alex in public, Henry is happy. Alex stays sober to look after him, and he is so in love he could die.

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart by @omgcmere. M, 3.8k. Tracing the evolution of sweetheart in five scenes over the years.

Everything’s Growing in our Garden by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 4k. Alex hums in contentment, turning his face in Henry's lap. "You haven't played polo for a long time now," he says casually.

"I haven't," Henry agrees.

"But your thighs are still so fucking strong," Alex says around a groan, and suddenly, Henry knows where this conversation is going very, very quickly.

In which Alex and Henry celebrate an anniversary with a picnic and some thigh worship.

L’Amour de Ma Vie by quill_and_ink. E, 4k. He studies his expressions like he'll be tested on them later, and he'll be damned if he misses a single question.

In other words, it's the Paris bed blooper.

Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz by TuppingLiberty. E, 4k. Five times Alex wears an amusing bi pride shirt to Brooklyn Pride, and one time both he and Henry do it.

to build a home by @indomitable-love. T, 4.1k. He loves the life they’ve made for themselves. It’s messy and busy – there’s always a cardigan of Henry’s thrown over a chair and a paperback open on the arm of the chair with the spine cracked; Alex’s notes on the dining room table, and three different loyalty cards for the coffee shop down the street on the table by the door because Alex keeps forgetting his in different pockets. His life with Henry is full of laughter and soft touches: David curled up at Alex’s side as he reads through class notes while Henry snaps a photo; Henry's arms around him when he gets in from class; the two of them bartering over whose turn it is to take David out when he needs to go out and it’s raining.

It’s mundane a lot of the time – something Alex never thought he would want – but he loves it.

Or, at least, he loves it when Henry is here.

Which, right now, he isn’t.

He hasn’t been here for five weeks. Which�� like, it’s fine. It’s not a whole a thing.

Henry goes back to England and ends up having to stay far longer than expected. But he'll always come back to Alex.

Kiss and Tell by @dani-dabbles. M, 4.1k. “Now that is spine-melting, isn’t it?” Henry speaks in a dreamy, lascivious way that in any other context would be very flattering. But right now? With the current company?

Nora hums, barely avoiding sloshing wine as she raises her glass in the air, “No complaints. No notes. Ten out of fucking ten.”

Both sigh happily and eerily in sync, knocking back more wine.

Henry’s head lulls in Nora’s direction, “So the other night, we tried something new and we-”

No. Absolutely not. Alex can’t hear anymore. He needs to stop this.

First Monday in May by @three-drink-amy. E, 4.3k. “How do I get invited to the Met Gala?”

“If I knew that, Alex, I’d have been there before,” she says, looking back at her magazine.

Alex throws himself on her bed and tosses the magazine behind him to the floor. “June! Come on. Help me!”

“Why do you want to go to the goddamn Met Gala? When I showed you pictures from it before, you asked why they were dressed like that. Why do you want to go?” She laughs to herself. “What, did Henry get invited?”

He falls silent in reply.

The White House Trio, Henry, and Pez attend the 2020 Met Gala.

If You Love Something by allmylovesatonce. M, 4.3k. Alex calls Henry to tell him a funny incident from his day. When a miscommunication sends them both reeling, both of them are questioning if the other is wanting to end their relationship. Their friends take things upon themselves to get them to see eye to eye.

no one's gonna love you more than i do by peppermintpatties. G, 4.3k. 5 times Henry became Alex’s support system in law school + 1 time Alex made sure the whole world knows it

Backseat Serenade by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 4.4k. "You seriously don't remember?"

"Alex, for the life of me, I do not."

Alex's face splits into a devilish grin. "Oh, baby." His voice is absolutely sultry. "All I'm hearing is that I gotta make you remember."

'cause I love to watch you dream by Rainbow_waffles. T, 4.5k. “Don' turn off the light,” Alex mumbles again and Henry is really, really struggling not to laugh.

“Why?" he questions softly, inching his face closer to Alex so he could hear him. Alex doesn't answer.

“Why, love?” he presses.

“They need t'see,” Alex grumbles and shifts a bit.

“Who needs to see?” Henry thinks that if Alex mentions any other people or ghosts being around he's going to either wake Alex up or go sleep in the guest room, he's not having any of this.

“The bugs,” Alex mumbles exasperatingly as if it should be obvious.

Five times Alex talks in his sleep +1 time Henry does.

yrs. faithfully (if a little early) by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 4.6k. “You’re going to be over an hour early for your first lecture,” Henry points out from his seat at the kitchen table as Alex shoves an apple and a bottle of water into his bag, looking around for his shoes with a frown.

“Well, yeah,” he says distractedly, locating said shoes and squatting down to slip them on and tie his laces. “I was gonna cram some studying in at the library at the end of the day, but now I can do it before the day really starts. Efficient as fuck.” Henry snorts delicately into his cup of Earl Grey and puts it down on the table when Alex straightens and rolls his shoulders.

“Admirable,” Henry says.

a goddamn blaze in the dark (and you started it) by orionseye. T, 4.6k. “You had a thing with who?” Spencer asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“No one. It’s nothing.“

“Oh c’mon. We finally get to the juicy shit and you won’t tell me?“

Liam bites his lip, stifling a laugh. “I had a thing with my best friend. All through high school.”

“I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“I did! I thought I was a proud heterosexual until I came here and figured shit out. We–we just, didn’t talk about it. Somewhere in our minds, the whole “making out for an hour” thing was, like, straight or something.”

a.k.a, liam and spencer’s adventures through the tendency of a famous ex-boyfriend to cause international scandals.

How to save a life by dollarstoreannabethchase. G, 4.7k. “Henry,” Cash’s voice called from the other side of the closed door to their brownstone, and something in his voice set goosebumps to Henry’s skin. “You need to come with me. It’s Alex.” Henry had gotten up from the piano immediately and flung the door open, wearing nothing but a ratty old t-shirt and sweatpants. “What is it?” he asked, dread creeping down his spine in a slithering motion. “There’s been an accident.”

Or: Henry's day after Alex is in a car crash, not knowing whether or not he'll make it.

I Choose You by @cityofdownwardspirals. T, 4.7k. Finally, after a long moment, Alex speaks up. “So…he seemed nice,” he says, matter-of-factly. He still isn’t looking directly at Henry.

“He is. Not like we talk a lot. I haven’t seen him in years,” Henry admits, turning fully towards Alex to show him he has his full attention for this conversation.

Alex takes a gulp of his champagne before turning towards Henry as well. “And what happened all those years ago?”

OR

Alex and Henry attend their first official event in the UK as a couple after the elections. Henry is proud to finally be able to introduce his boyfriend to the world. When Alex meets an unexpected guest, he gets an answer to the question of "which other famous boys Henry has shagged" and he seems to struggle just a little bit with it.

What If I Do? by colorfulmoniker. T, 4.9k. What was Henry thinking when he left Alex at the lake house? What were the days that followed like for him before Alex showed up at his door and forced him to face not only Alex, but himself?

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by cmere. E, 6.3k. "Would now be the moment," Henry says, breath catching, "to tell you about a little fantasy I've had concerning you and horses?"

Alex snickers. "Uh, I don't know, babe. If this is going the way it sounds, I'm not sure you should say anything you won't be able to take back."

"Oh, Christ, shut it," Henry says, laughing, still not stopping the motions of his hand. "The horse aspect is nonsexual."

"Okay, well in that case. Yes. Obviously." Alex grips his own thigh, refusing to give in and touch Henry, or himself. For now. As long as he can stand it.

As it turns out, Alex isn't the only one who has a thing for his beloved on a horse. Henry's birthday seems like a good time to make use of that new information.

i ask you how you’re doing (and i let you lie) by matherine. M, 6.6k. The first time Henry sees it happen, he knows instantly that it is not the first time it has ever happened. They’re sitting in the living room of the brownstone, the two of them surrounded by their favorite people in the world, a night of board games long abandoned in favor of mocking the eighth season of Game of Thrones.

“God, don’t you have an off switch?” June groans, laughing as she chucks a piece of popcorn in Alex’s direction while he rambles passionately about the international legal implications of the Red Wedding. Nora cackles. “Whatever you do to thank Henry for putting up with you, it’s not nearly enough. Jesus, I can’t believe he put a ring on your loud mouth.”

Or: Alex is fine. Really, he’s fine — he just wants Henry to stay, even if Alex is too much. Henry just wants his husband back.

sink beneath the waves by indomitablelove. M, 7.1k He leaves the note in the kitchen, and slips back out into the dark morning and into the waiting car. He wonders if Alex will ever know quite how much everything truly means.

The lake house to Kensington, from Henry's POV.

A Stork Beneath London Bridge by MarvelMerlin G, 7.5k. Henry was supposed to be enjoying his first fully American Thanksgiving, filled with first hand witnessing of the Turkey Horrors and strangely sweet vegetable dishes. But in a single whispered phrase the world turns immaterial, Alex is his only anchoring point, and the black suit carefully packed over every single trip is being laid out on the pretty pink bedspread.

in wildest dreams (i never dreamed of this) by millsx. T, 8k. “H?” Alex asks, turning around. He’s been sitting with his back against Henry’s chest, listening to his low voice rambling about saltwater and coastlines.

Henry stops and looks at him, prompting him to go on with a tip of his head.

 “You’re my favorite person ever,” Alex says quietly.

 It’s Alex’s birthday in New York City, and life is just a little bit better than he would have ever imagined.

i will find you darling (and i will bring you home) by indomitablelove. E, 8.2k. ‘You’ve never had it from both sides of the ocean before, and– well, the devil works hard but the British tabloids work harder,’ he says with a sad smile.

The press and public opinion are fickle masters. One day they love you, the next they hate you. Alex struggles with the constant negativity of the news cycle, Henry makes him feel better.

A real fucking legacy series by @dreamsinthewitchouse. E, 9.9k. Alex drifts into consciousness in a bed full of tangled limbs and warm, sleep-rumpled skin. He’s lying half on his stomach and half on his side, the shoulder smushed against the bed protesting in a way that tells him he’s going to have a crick in his neck for the rest of the day.

But fuck if he cares, with Henry stirring next to him, one of his long legs draped over the back of Alex’s thigh. Alex doesn’t need to open his eyes to know the room is hazy with filtered sunlight, spilling pale yellow through the carelessly drawn curtains.

take me out and take me home by coffeecatsme. M, 10k. “Shh.” Alex presses a finger over Henry’s lips. Their corners twitch, as if Henry’s desperately fighting a smile. “This is our house, baby. We gotta make it our own."

Soon after Ellen's election, Henry and Alex move into a brownstone in New York. This is a story of how they make it home.

every day is a birthday by indomitablelove. E, 10k. Henry blinks a couple of times and sits up quickly. He gives a cursory glance to David on the back seat, checking he’s still there – as though he hasn’t been asleep since the second they pulled out of their street – and leans over to look out of the window.

‘Alex,’ he breathes. He’s quiet for a minute, then murmurs, ‘it’s beautiful.’ Henry turns to him with narrowed eyes, both suspicion and mirth glinting happily in them. ‘What are you planning?’

Alex simply reaches over and clasps Henry’s hand with his own, then brings them to his lips. ‘Happy birthday, baby.’

Alex surprises Henry with a belated birthday weekend away... with the help of a few visitors.

Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness. by imaginentertain. T, 11k. "And that's when Henry knows: He doesn't ever want to go back."

"This is very formal," she says eventually. "Sending a request for an audience with your grandmother."

"Yes, well, this needs to be done formally," Henry says, "it needs to be done right."

And in that moment Henry sees his mother stiffen a little beside him and he knows she's realised. She's put the pieces together. If he's not here to ask for permission to marry then—

Henry takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders back to lift him up to full height, and draws on all the courage he can muster. "I have come to inform you that I wish to abdicate," he says, just as he'd written and rehearsed, "and I would therefore like to petition Parliament as soon as possible."

Title is from Alexander Hamilton's letter on foreign policy. Because what else could I use?

Book canon compliant.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis. M, 11k. Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

Smiles Await You When You Rise by supernatural_mondler (starzinoureyes). T, 11k. It’s incredible, really; he spent almost all day trying, willing himself into slumber, but after less than an hour of listening to Alex’s soothing voice and looking at his beautiful face, Henry is just moments away from the most peaceful sleep he’s had in weeks. God, why don’t they just do this every night? Henry might be able to get his sleep cycle back to normal if he only had Alex talk to him whenever it was time for bed.

Or, five times Alex helps Henry fall asleep.

No Regrets by @uglygreenjacket. M, 11k. “I think we should have a royal wedding.” It’s a thing Alex says to Henry over breakfast one Saturday morning shortly after they get engaged.

And he really hopes he doesn't come to regret it.

Love, Pyramus by @sprigsofviolets. T, 15k. Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor has always been different, and he spends his life finding himself in the pages of a book, connecting with queer people through literature.

Alejito y Marimar series by th0ughts. T, 18k. He continues to mutter ramblings about high society and the impossible balancing act of keeping up appearances before he falters to a tapering quiet, brown eyes coming alight with a realization.

Martha’s stomach churns, sensing a grand idea that could either be pure genius or terribly ill-advised. (With most of Alex’s ideas, it’s usually both.)

Alex is Martha’s plus one at her high school’s pre-reunion soirée, and she learns a thing or two about gumption.

I love you, aint that the worst thing you ever heard? by dollarstoreannabethchase. E, 18k. Because Alex is Alex, and as they say in Scandal, he’s the kind of person who would blindly follow someone he loves over a cliff. All Henry can think about is that Alex doesn’t understand what’s waiting for him at the bottom of that cliff; that Alex is hopelessly optimistic—naive, even—but Henry knows they won’t survive the fall. And he cannot, for the life of him, figure out why, out of all the things Alex could choose to go over a cliff for, he seems so set on choosing Henry.

Or: Henry’s perspective of the lake house and the week he and Alex are broken up.

Las Flores series by 14carrotgold. M, 26k. Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?”

Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?”

Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?”

Ah.

Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

all that glitters (is not gold) by indomitablelove. E, 111k. Alex Claremont-Diaz has it all. His mom won the election, he’s got the perfect boyfriend. He gets to love Henry out loud. Everything is great. Perfect.

Except for the itch under his skin every time he goes outside, and the tightness in his chest when he goes online, and the fact that he can’t fucking sleep.

But it's fine. He's fine. Really.

Or: after the emails, Alex Claremont-Diaz isn’t fine.

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i can not handle season 2 episode 2 of yellowjackets.

this contains heavy spoilers as well as my complete review and thoughts on the episode.

all tws are (hopefully) tagged.

its the most disturbing, by far.

shauna dealing with jackie makes me almost vomit. the way shauna acts, in every single way, that jackie is alive. i was terrified by the sight.

tai's sleepwalking also getting progressively worse and worse plays into so much more of the episode. she is even able to cut herself free from the rope she and van tie around each other and almost stumbles off a cliff trying to follow the man with no eyes.

lottie having to reveal the way travis died to nat, i was throughly in tears at this point. nat's reaction and travis's trauma makes me want more of their interactions.

as well as that, laura lee's ghost, which is essentially the anti jackie. instead of being there to remind shauna of what she has done, laura lee is there as an omen of death and rebirth.

nat and travis' hunting expedition also made me cry like a bitch, but i got quite upset at nat. they split up in opposite directions. nat to hunt and travis to find javi. nat fakes finding one of javi's jackets bloody to get travis some closure. it's sweet in a genuinely fucked up way.

but, that gesture eventually leads to them having sex, which nat has a perfectly fun time doing. but travis imagines lottie walking him through the whole thing. the entire time as he has sex with nat, lottie guides him. which leads into jackie's cremation failure, which i will get to.

lottie knows what shauna and jackie are doing in the shed, well mostly shauna, jackie can't do much. shauna is losing everything she has out there i cant even explain how sick to my stomach i felt watching her burn jackie.

"jackie, i'll never have another friend like you. i don't even know where you end and i begin. i'm sorry. and i love you." - shauna to jackie as she cremated her.

along with jackie they also cremate javi's jacket.

callie, sweet callie. she is going through it. she broke up with kyle. so her and her bestie go to a bar, eventually callie meets this guy and spills it all about shauna cheating on jeff.

turns out the guy is kevin's partner, you know nat's old detective friend, that is on adam (shauna's mistress's) case. it's a moment. kevin even comes to question shauna.

now modern day tai is going through it. she hallucinates sammy coming to her house, and then after she calls her ex wife, they find out that sammy has been at school for 2 hours. tai later gets in a car crash with simone in the car.

anyways, back to our old 1996 crew. jackie's cremation doesn't go through. some weird force sets out the fire right as she is perfectly cooked. so all the crew eat her. they imagine they are in ancient greece, feasting on foods of the past, the gorge themselves on jackie's corpse. like wild animals.

the only one who doesn't is coach ben, and he is terrified. that man, i worry for him. genuinely.

and that is how we wrap up season 2 episode 2 of yellowjackets.

it was an amazing episode, and it felt like a season premiere more than the last one. the pacing was great, and the cinematography had me in shambles. i felt sick to my stomach, yet entranced the whole time. nothing could have prepared me for it.

10/10

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Hello you poor unfortunate souls. I have decided to write part five of What if SAGAU [Name] was the only 'god' actually cared about Teyvat.

Part one

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[Name] has kinda gotten sick of starting out chapters with their name, but a lot less sick of that than how sick they currently feel so it's happening anyway.

[Name] wasn't happy. That was a fact.

They wanted a picnic, they wanted rest, they wanted a week long vacation, THEY DID NOT WANT A HEADACHE AND TO BE PUKING THEIR LUNGS OUT ON COLD STONE GROUND!

[Name] didn't even have a chance to orient themselves. That dizzying and nauseating warmth filled their body and caused them to drop faster than Gamestop's market value.

Their vision had gone completely black as their head pounded like a four year old throwing a hissy fit. If this pain didn't stop, [Name] was going to act like a hissy fit throwing four year old.

When their vision slowly returned to them is when they began to throw up.

[Name] shoved the food they hand in hand to the side so it wouldn't be covered the stomach acid that was correctly burning their mouth and covering the stone steps below them.

The backpack on their shoulders shifted up towards their head as they curled up under to steps and as soon as they stopped losing what would have been their lunch, they sat up and winced at the back that slid backwards and slightly knocked them off balance.

They clenched their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to dissipate and once it faded, they opened their eyes to look around.

The first thing they saw was the stone stairs that they had made a mess up and they felt nauseous again at the idea of cleaning it up so they decided to ignore it for the time being. 

The second thing that caught their attention was the wide expanse of greenery in front of them.

Rocks and boulders decorated what seemed like a path but behind it was a field. A handful of trees were scattered around and the grass came to an end at what seemed like small cliffs. 

[Name] struggled to their feet, looking around and smiling slightly upon seeing their food hadn't been ruined. They'd eat today after all.

A brief thought passed through their head at the irony of worrying about food what they should be worried about finding out where they are.

… Right. Finding out where they are. They don't know where they are, [Name] realized with panic finally setting in.

What had happened? Were they kidnapped or something twisted of the like?

[Name] turned around to get a view of what was behind them and fill in the gaps of knowledge regarding their surroundings. 

When they turned and faced what was behind them, they took a moment to attempt to form coherent thought but all that left their mouth was 

"What the actual fuck?!"

Really awful last words if something went wrong if they do say so themselves but Oh well. It was really all they could think before they started rambling to themselves.

"Oh of all the acid trips to have, this is what I get. Teyvat. Staring at a statue of the bard bitch! Of course. Couldn't be Dawn Winery, couldn't be the Knights of Favonius headquarters, couldn't even be inside Mondstadt, no! I come to the middle of a dangerous field! Fuck my life! Fuck my life! The gods have no mercy because they are rat bastards!"

As they fumed in rage, they kicked the base of the statue, resulting in a yelp of pain when their foot hit the rock. 'Of course' they thought to themselves. 'Couldn't even get protagonist powers. Never gonna have a Y/N moment.' [Name] snickered at the fanfiction thought.

"Well, time to get moving." [Name] said to empty air, grabbing their food and being thankful that it was securely packaged so that they could put it into their bag, except for the mug cake, which they grabbed a fork for and took a bite from.

Name tried to decide on the best course of action as they stepped down the stairs, ignoring the mess they left from when they threw up. 'It's nature, I'm sure it'll rain and be gone in no time.'

After thinking it through, traveling to Mondstadt seemed like the best option, provided they weren't attacked on the way there.

Unfortunately, [Name] didn't have the best luck. As evidenced by the situation they're in but only becomes more and more obvious as what was supposed to be a simple walk becomes a lot more.

Let's start with the fact that the ground below them felt like quick sand, their feet sinking into what should be solid stone or well trodden dirt. 

Next, the number of animals that seemed desperate to get on [Name]'s nerves. Squirrels throwing acorns at them was not something [Name] ever thought they'd experience and birds purposely getting under foot wasn't helping them keep their balance.

[Name]'s mind momentarily related the situation of birds spreading out their feathers and squirrels tossing their food as being similar to padding the ground that royalty or holy figures would walk on… at least until their brain simply settled on them simply being an Disney anti-princess, driving the animals insane rather than calming them.

Squirrels chattered, birds squawked and cawed, even the boars grunted and tore up the ground with their tusks but [Name] had no interest in paying those unsettling sounds even an ounce of attention. 

Just get to Mondstadt, they repeated in their mind as their thoughts continued to sour.

Eventually they had enough when they tripped on another nut and nearly broke a bird's wing, scraping up their arms and shattering the mug they had held in their hands.

[Name] clenched their eyes closed at the pain of glass and dirt in their arms and inhaled in an attempt not to throw a fit as the animals began to creep closer.

They had finally had enough at the sound of a loud squawk from a bird and let out a blood curdling scream that was a mix of rage and pain… but the animals didn't flee, quieting down and calmly curling up next to their legs, smaller ones nuzzling their skin and larger ones gently coming in contact with their shoulders and face. 

After a moment, [Name] let out a shaky breath and opened their eyes, they knew they had to get the glass out of the wounds, but [Name] paused once more as they looked down at their arms.

There was no blood, there should have been blood, there was nothing… no, wrong, there was something, a shimmering silver liquid following from their arms and allowing a clear view of the damage.

If asked, [Name] couldn't explain why they pulled such a stupid move, but they reached up a hand to touch the damage. The muscle and flesh underneath was red but all that flowed out was clear, with a metallic sheen.

[Name]'s hand seemed to work against their better judgment, nails carefully grabbing hold of every shard of glass they could see.

They were brought out of this haze by a quiet caw from their left, looking over they spotted a crow, holding what seemed to be a sunsettia in its mouth.

It hopped over to [Name]'s side and dropped it in their lap.

It took everything in them not to try to pet the creature as they took the food and began to eat, eyes widening in shock as when they finished, gren text flashed in their vision.

+300 hp

The skin began to reshape itself, growing to cover the flesh and pull dust and dirt from the wound and leaving on the fully developed out layer of skin.

Oh.. Oh right, game mechanics. Does that make them a playable character? They passively mused before shaking off that thought, that should not be their main concern.

[Name] carefully placed a hand on the top of the nearest squirrel and gave it a soft smile and spoke with a gentle tone. 

"Thank you very much, little ones, but please, give travelers some space."

There was no purpose being cruel when the critters didn't understand their actions.

They would have likely said more if a gasp from their right didn't draw them out of their stupor.

A white and gold scarf was the first thing that caught their attention but the rest of the clothes were soon also noticed and their eyes locked onto honey colored hues that caused them to realize how much of a mess they likely truly looked like, surrounded by animals, likely sweating, probably has some cake stains or crumbs on their shirt, carrying a heavy bag and most definitely red faced from dissipating anger and exhaustion.

Well, [Name] told to themselves, if there was ever a bad time to make a bad impression, it was then and that was the best worst impression they could make, it couldn't get any worse from there on out.

So [Name] gave Aether a smile that looked a bit more like a grimace and focused back in on the animals. They could speak with the Traveler at any time, cuddling with animals was an appreciated rarity, at least until they were yanked away from their newfound fluffy friends and pulled to meet Aether's eyes.

In panic they attempted to pull away but his grip tightened and he spoke quietly "Say something again."

It wasn't a request, it was a demand. One [Name] wasn't stupid enough to disobey and simply let their mind flow.

"Really not worried about your reputation, huh alien boy?"

Okay, so, on second thought, maybe not answering would have been the better idea but hey! They didn't end up skewered on his sword so first impressions could have gone worse.

At least they thought so until he dropped to his knees, Paimon who had merely been floating around following suit, seemingly whispering to the Traveler.

Aether kept his eyes trained on the ground after his body dropped but he spoke just loud enough to be heard.

"Your Grace, our dearest Guide, thank you for allowing me the honor of being the first to meet you in person."

Well, [Name] told themselves, he might be clinically insane but at least that first impression wasn't as bad as they thought.

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Part six

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night of worry (p.a)

summary - you don't seem to get along with paul, not until your life is on the line

requested by - anon // I’ve gone down a Dune and Paul Atreides spiral and am dying to read more so here’s an idea ;). Paul and oc or y/n are suppose to get married for political convenience, but Paul is indifferent/dislikes her at first. Then someone attempts to assassinate her in her sleep and Paul saves her, and then she says “please don’t leave me” or something like that. I LIVE for angst and hurt/comfort

mixed wit request 2 by @minalx // Can you do overprotective Paul

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You didn't want to marry Paul. It was a stupid thing really. A tone of girls seemed to be very happy with arranged marriages, and even more would have loved to be paired with the handsome heir of the Atreides house, the one taking over the great spice market.

But the idea made you sick to your stomach.

You always had wanted to marry for love, but it seemed that fate had it otherwise.

You stepped onto the large balcony that gave out to the sea. Sighing as you took in the beautiful scenery you would probably never see again. You'd miss Caladan.

You took in the fresh winds that lightly blew on your face and the sound of the ocean, wondering if you would be able to survive in the scorching deserts. Sadness forming in the pit of your stomach.

'If you didn't have to marry him, then you could stay here.' was all that your mind could tell you.

It was like a broken disc on repeat.

"It's going to be alright." A voice broke your peace, making you jump slightly. You turned around to face Jessica's reassuring face, her smile bringing you some sense of comfort in that darkness you felt yourself sink through.

"Paul will warm up to you." She smiled. "And I'm sure Arrakis will be more welcoming than you make yourself think it will be." She placed a hand on your shoulder and you muttered a simple 'thanks', keeping your gaze fixed on the endless ocean.

~

"I've heard that you know a lot about Arrakis already." You held your scarf tighter around your shoulders as the wind blew a little harder over the cliffs of Caladan. Turning your stare to Paul, you hoped he'd finally answer something more than 'yes', 'hmm', or other than two to three words.

"Yes." You wanted to facepalm at his answer. If he was as smart as everyone said he was, he sure didn't show it. He seemed to act like a grumpy teenager which everyone has told you he wasn't.

"Well, that's good." You desperately tried to make this work, but he was making it too hard. "Is there anything I should know before we go?" You looked at him and saw his gaze fixed to the floor as you continued walking.

"You'll be fine." was all he replied before putting his hands in his pockets and looking towards the end of the pathway which led down towards a beach.

If Jessica had intended this walk to make the two of you closer, then her idea was completely failing...

You walked in silence until you finally arrived in front of the water. You could see some annoyance in Paul's stance, and it started to make your blood boil. If you had to get married to this guy, then you could at least try to be friends.

"Could you stop ignoring me for 5 seconds?" You turned to face him and Paul's eyes opened wide in surprise as if he was caught in the middle of something.

"I-" he tried to argue but the words died in his mouth.

"If this is going to work out we have to at least try to be friends. We can't spend the rest of our lives hating each other. It will just make it harder for the both of us" You continued, your tone echoing the anger that was stuck inside you since you arrived.

"Do you think this is easy on me?" He finally replied, to your surprise matching your tone. "I have to move away from my home planet, get married to a stranger and now people are saying I might be the Kwisatz Haderach. "

"Shortening of the way." You whispered, completely forgetting the point you wanted to make. It suddenly all made sense. The whispers around him, the Bene Gesserit that were always around, the fuss about Paul going to Arrakis. "You must be terrified about going to Arrakis- If you could be their Messiah-" Your anger died down, you almost understood what he was going through.

"I don't want to talk about it." His tone was a little harsh, making you take a step back.

"I'm your ally in this Paul." All compassion had left your voice again and you suddenly regretted being nice in your previous sentence. "If you don't understand this then this marriage will be a catastrophe."

"It already is! You don't want to marry me and I don't want to marry you! Don't make this harder than it already is!" You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as his words entered your ears.

"Making it harder?" You blinked in disbelief. "Paul you're the one who is making this harder! All I'm trying to do is make this easier for us by at least being friends."

"I didn't want this!" He screamed back. "I don't need someone else trying to fix things and telling me what to do. The Bene Gesserit are already trying to make me their puppet - I don't need someone else who pretends to help me."

"You think no one is trying to control me either? You think that your life is so bad? Well, try being forced to leave your family for political convenience. I didn't need to go to Arrakis - but because of our marriage, I have to. All you're doing is thinking of yourself right now, Paul. What about what I feel? You think I want to leave Caladan? You think I want to be stuck on a desert planet with you? Well no. But do I have a choice? No." You felt the tears rising and quickly wiped them away before he could see. You looked into his eyes one more time before storming out and walking as fast as you could towards the castle.

Paul suddenly felt awful. 'She speaks the truth' he thought. (see what I did there, stolen right from the book) He knew your words were true.

He stayed baffled for a few seconds. He was so caught up in his own feelings that he hadn't even thought of what you could be feeling. Instantly he regretted raising his voice at you. Instantly he regretted being mean to you.

~

A week had passed and the tension hadn't dissipated. No matter how many times Paul had tried to apologize, you gave him the cold shoulder.

It wasn't until the two of you found each other alone for diner that Paul had a chance to really speak to you.

"I'm sorry." His voice echoed to your ears. You kept your stare to your food, not having the courage to lift your eyes to his. "You were right, I was selfish. I didn't think it would be hard on you too." He muttered. "All I saw was someone probably happy to marry the heir of the Atreides house." He knew his old thoughts were stupid, but he also hadn't realized it until your fight on the beach. "I thought you'd probably be happy to marry me, and it just made me feel as trapped as you. I had refused to even acknowledge your presence. I didn't realize it was hard on you too. I was stupid and you were right."

Once you finally dared to look at him, you could see that his expression was riddled with shame. "I accept your apology." You said after a minute of silence.

A breath that had probably been stuck in Paul all week was finally released, a smile almost appearing on his traits.

"But that doesn't mean I'm ready to be your friend." The smile fully disappeared and he nodded - knowing he had seriously messed up. "I tried to open myself to you, and you rejected me. So now It's my turn to be cold." There was no joke in your tone, only hurt and light anger.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to do sleep." You nodded, standing up and making your way to your quarters, the hurt slightly disappearing but the pinch in your heart ghosting you.

Paul was more hurt by your reply than he thought he would be. For some reason, it had been like a tiny dagger that he couldn't pull out.

After finishing his lonely diner, he went back to his room trying to figure out all the possible ways he could mend things with you.

Gifts? He didn't even know what you liked.

Taking a walk? 'Yeah like that went well the last time'

Bringing you to see your family before you left? He didn't even know if you were from Caladan...

That's when he realized you had been right. If this marriage was going to work, you'd have to learn about each other, be friends. And Paul had messed it all up.

He slumped on his bed, the wheels in his brain running at high speed. After minutes of beating himself up, he was so tired that he decided to tune it out, meditating instead of tiring himself more than he already was.

And that's when he heard it.

Footsteps.

It was too late for anyone to be roaming the palace, and the guards were asked never to leave their posts. Plus, everyone but the guards were sleeping at this hour. This wasn't normal.

He continued listening, thinking back to his training. The footsteps were too heavy to be a servant or his mother, or a Bene Gesserit or even any of his guards.

Whoever it was, they would be carrying something heavy. Really heavy.

That's when he realized. Weapons were heavy - they could be harmed.

Paul jumped out of bed and grabbed the first weapon that he could find. It was a short blade with a thick handle, one that his father had given him on his last birthday.

He carefully slipped out of his room, following the noise of the heavy footsteps. Once he turned a corner that's when he saw it. It was an assassin.

All dressed in black, weapons everywhere on his back, and a sharp dagger in his hand.

'Well he isn't really good at doing his job' Paul thought.

That's when he realized all the guards had disappeared.

'Well maybe a little good'

He carefully watched him from the shadows, and Paul's blood drained from his face when he realized where he was heading.

Right to your room.

Panic rose in him when he realized he was facing a trained assassin with only one small dagger. Badly trained in stealth, but still an assassin.

The second the man opened the door to your room, Paul rushed after him. Staying near the door frame, he thanked life for not being spotted. The element of surprise was his ally, he had to use it wisely.

He watched in horror as the assassin placed a hand on your mouth. You suddenly woke up and it took a second to realize what was happening. You were too shocked to scream or even more, all words dying before it reached your mouth. He raised the dagger towards you, paralyzed with fear you braced yourself for the attack.

But instead of meeting the bad end of his knife, the man dropped to the floor. Paul stood behind him, the hilt of his dagger still up in the air.

"Paul-" You whispered as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"You ok?" He dropped his weapon and kneeled to your side, scanning you for any potential injury. You nodded, fear staining your eyes.

"GUARD!" Paul screamed but no one seem to answer. "Where are they?" He wondered at loud before looking back at your terrified face.

"That man just tried to kill me..." You whispered, disbelief written all over your face. "...and you just saved me." You met Paul's gaze, your heart skipping a beat when you did, heat radiating from your cheeks when you realized his hand was on your shoulder.

"You sure you're not hurt?" He asked again, his tone almost reassuring. You nodded again. "Let's go before he wakes up." Paul handed you his hand and you grabbed it, not wasting a second to leave.

That's when you were met with a herd of rushing guards.

"What happened? Are you alright!?" The leading guard replied and Paul dropped your hand. You felt cold without his touch, but the way the expression on his face changed to anger when he came face to face with the guard brought warmth to your heart.

"No. An assassin just tried to kill my fiancé, where were you all?" The word 'Fiancé' made your cheeks turn red and your heartbeat so loud you could hear it in your ears.

All the guards stayed baffled, every answer dying in the back of their throats.

"The assassin is knocked out and locked in her room. I believe you can finally do your job and take care of him" Paul's voice had no joke in it, and a shiver tumbled down your spine. Did Paul truly care about you that much?

All the guards awkwardly shuffled on their spot and all left towards your room. You watched as they disappeared down the hallway in an unorganized rush.

Suddenly it hit you. You couldn't put a word on what did, but an overwhelming feeling came buzzing in. The near-death experience, mixed with the lack of sleep and the fact that Paul had saved your life was too much. Before you could even understand, a sob escaped your lips and you dropped into Paul's chest. His arms directly wrapped around you.

"Hey, It's alright." He rubbed circled behind your back and rested his chin on the crown of your head. "He can't hurt you." He whispered. "I'm right here."

You stayed like this for a few other quiet moments, until the uncontrollably spilling of tears died down.

You pushed yourself away from his embrace and looked up to him.

"Thank you." You mumbled and Paul felt his hand rise up to cup your cheek and wipe some stray tears away.

"It's been taken care of" A guard came back, making the two of you push away from each other in an awkward stance. "Your safe now."

"Alright thank you," Paul replied before dismissing them.

You looked back towards the end of the hallway, suddenly getting lost in thoughts. The last thing you wanted was to go back to your room and be alone in the dark of night.

Paul had seemed to read your mind and stayed planted next to you - waiting for you to say something.

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"Can I stay with you? I don't want to be alone right now." You clenched the side of your nightgown with your fist at the mere thought of being alone.

A blush crept on his cheeks before he managed to clear his throat "Of course. You can stay in my room." You nodded as a thanks, a blush forming of your own.

Paul intertwined your hand with his before leading you to his room.

Maybe this wedding wouldn't be so bad...

[waltenfiled]

what are youur thoughts on the empires ending??

I have many, too many, I don't know why I have so many thoughts. someone hold me, I'm going to fucking die, I have so much ideas, I'm shaking, foaming at the mouth, I'm going to push out so much writing from my arse I'm tired, I'm excited, here's a little dumb one

[WRITING UNDER THE CUT] it's experimental so the writing's kinda different than my usual

"Scott! Scott, where are you, dear brother?"

It's almost been a day since he's disappeared—he remembered how it went, too clearly even with his lack of good memory; Scott excused himself from dinner - 'my stomach hurts, give me a minute please' - and he never came back. Xornoth humored himself a bit, his brother still doesn't know how long a minute actually is.

He's barged into every room in their castle, from the weaponry to the storage rooms. He even took his time to double-check every corner he turns just in case his brother was playing his usual tricks and playing hide and seek, but with every nook and cranny he searched and eyed, no signs of his brother were found and that made him anxious. for him or for his brother, or maybe for the both of them, all he knows is that his brother would never wander out of the borders.

Xornoth looked around, stepping out of the castle and trailing a B-line to the path; eyeing the tall grasses for a glimpse of the familiar bright hair he grew to associate with his annoying sibling. "He should be here, somewhere in the kingdom, I know he'll be here, he's just got to be! I swear to god if he snuck out just to go on his stupid playdates with madam gemini from crystal cliffs again I'm gonna have a word with him with ma—" his ramble cut itself short as his sensitive ears picked up a heavy elven accent, the one that belonged to Scott.

"h- where, where am I? I'm- is this rivendell?""

Xornoth looked towards the hill dumbly, well of course it's rivendell, where else would scott be, was he going mental? he walked over the cobble steps, not wanting to wait any longer to embrace his sibling—climbing his way up, just in time to see his brother looking around rivendell like it was foreign to him. He collected himself and his thoughts, while the other was busy gawking at the towers, the towers he helped build, the one that he and him worked for.

He squinted confused, tapping the pads of his shoes on the ground impatiently. "Come on Scott! what are you doing just wandering about?" his confusion chewed on further when he took in the sight of his bewildered face, did I offend him or something?

"We have stuff to get done! especially you mister. you missed half of your duties cause you decided to disappear mid-dinner, I've been worried sick, you do know what I'm like when I'm worried sick right?"

He took a step back, wincing at the pained expression of the man in front of him. "Wh-, what?"

"Are you alright dude?" He took a bigger step back, eyebrows furrowing in mock offense but a deep concern was bubbling in him at the tone his brother spoke with him - last time he saw scott, they were laughing at something he did - it was a drastic change.

"You're acting like you've never seen your own brother before."