chamel
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Alex snorts and shakes his head. “Bullshit. Ok, I can’t know for sure since this is the first time we’re actually witnessing Tyrannosaurus behaviour, but I can just tell, you know?” he says with an emphatic gesture. “What they’re doing has all the hallmarks of mating behaviour. I’m certain that if we gave them an egg, they’d raise it together.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that my family has unwittingly created a lesbian dinosaur utopia.”
“I mean… yeah, you could certainly put it that way,” Alex allows.
Henry laughs, practically giddy. “I think that may be the best thing I’ve heard all year.”
(After spending too many years writing internal memos, Henry's looking forward to his new assignment: writing educational materials for an unprecedented theme park that promises to change the world. He's also not complaining about the fact that he'll have to work in close proximity to the park's scorching hot chief paleontologist, Dr. Alex Claremont-Diaz. After a rocky start, they find common ground and a successful partnership in helping protect the park's residents—until an unexpected tropical storm and a security shutdown leaves them fighting for their lives.)
-
Tags
Summary
If he’s honest, he should have known a hundred times before this. There’s no reason why this revelation should be happening now, and frankly, it’s damned inconvenient.
But then again, there’s probably no convenient time to realize how fucking head over heels in love you are with your best friend, just because he called you husband in the middle of a fucking job.
(Or, Bronco has some big fucking feelings about the first time Sid calls him “husband.” And every time after that, too.)
-
Tags
Summary
Still, Henry shakes his head and teases, “Whatever will you do without all those figure skaters and their short skirts around?”
“Fuck off, asshole!” Alex huffs with a laugh, shoving him hard in the shoulder, only to hook his arm around Henry’s neck and drag him closer. “Only thing I need for my Olympic experience is four gold medals. Besides, I got you to bug the shit out of. What more do I need?”
(Henry isn't expecting much out of his third Olympics—still climbing up the world ranks after an injury, he's not in the medal conversation, no matter how much his best friend and chief competitor, Alex Claremont-Diaz, might insist otherwise. After all, Alex is far and away the gold medal favourite, ranked first in the world and damn near uncatchable on a piste lately. Between that and the fact that they're hundreds of kilometres away from most of the other Olympic venues, he expects the games to be relatively quiet. Low key. Downright unremarkable.
He couldn't be more wrong.)
-
Tags
Summary
Napoleon likes to think he’d have rescued Illya Kuryakin even if he wasn’t his soulmate, but he’ll never know for sure. What he knows is that after he dragged Illya out of the harbor, he vowed never to let it show again. Having a soulmate was a serious liability, and even moreso in this business. That vow was only solidified when it became clear that he wasn’t Illya’s soulmate—the bastard hadn’t flinched when Rudi had been lighting up Napoleon like a Christmas tree. So obviously, Napoleon was taking this little secret to the grave.
(Napoleon and Illya have spent two years keeping the truth that they are soulmates a secret from everyone—including each other. But when Illya gets captured, that information suddenly becomes mission critical.)
-
Tags
Summary
He doesn’t go more than ten feet before the glint becomes more solid, and finally resolves into, yes, a mailbox. Thank fuck. There are letters on the side that he can’t quite make out until he gets closer.
A name: FOX.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alex shouts into the white void. The snow muffles most of the sound. Of all the fucking people.
(After an ill-advised attempt to get off the mountain before a snow storm hits, Alex finds himself stuck for god knows how long sharing the too-large house of his least favorite neighbor. Good thing there are lots of bedrooms, so at least he can stay far away from Henry Fox. Right?)