#Alex/Henry

[ofinkandust]

i love summarizing rwrb

[nocoastposts]

See Attached Bibliography | E | 2.5k

Henry tilts down to bite Alex’s neck, increasing the pressure of his teeth this time. He feels Alex’s hands shoot up to grasp his shoulders, whimpering softly at the stinging sensation. Henry leans back once more and brings one hand to the base of Alex’s throat, pressing a thumb carefully against the hollow part. He locks his eyes with Alex’s before repeating his request.

“I want you to read to me,” Henry says, his tone firmer. He arches an eyebrow, feeling Alex swallow thickly beneath his thumb. Henry observes the way Alex’s pupils dilate as he nods his head in agreement, sitting up to find the discarded book with trembling fingers. He lays down and opens to the page he was on, but he’s caught off guard when Henry moves down his body.

“Go on,” Henry instructs, grabbing the hem of Alex’s shirt and pushing it up. He sees the moment when realization dawns on Alex’s face. Henry positions himself lower and hovers above the bare strip of Alex’s torso. He smiles as Alex clears his throat and begins reading in a shaky voice.

Or, Alex reads Chernow’s Alexander Hamilton aloud, but this simple task turns challenging when Henry poses certain distractions.

Thank you for the WIP Wednesday tags, @suseagull04 and @meraki-yao! This was going to be my WIP for the day, but I ended up finishing it!

No-pressure tagging some of my lovely fellow fic writers and readers.

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...and anyone else who'd like an open tag to share their fics!

[pinkamour1588]

Firstprince Sticky Notes

I had the headcanon last night that Alex leaves and hides sticky notes all over their home. It starts when Henry is going through a depressive episode. Alex “breaks into” the brownstone. (He has a key. He just shows up uninvited and when Henry is sleeping or has managed to drag himself to work.) He puts sticky notes all over the brownstone with things that he loves about Henry, many of them come off the Incomplete List. After he sees how much Henry loves them, it becomes a thing. He starts putting the date on when he wrote the note. (Though they have a playful argument over the correct way to write the date.) He starts not only does he just stick the notes places like countertops and cabinets, he also hides them. He’ll stick one in the bottom of Henry’s sock drawer, under his laptop, inside his favorite mug, in the book Henry’s reading, in the pocket of his coat, etc. Alex takes it as a challenge to hide them as well as he can. He hides one so well that Henry doesn’t find it until they’re moving out of the brownstone. It’s dated as late Fall 2022. (As in, it’s been hidden for over three years.) It says something like “I love waking up next to you every morning. I want to do it for the rest of my life.”

Early on, they're pretty basic and just include things from the incomplete list or just say “I love you”. Over time, they become more elaborate. Some of the notes are quotes from historical love letters, like they had put in their emails. Some have song lyrics. Some have inside jokes. Some have reminders of things they’ve done together (spicy and not spicy). Some have puns Alex tries to make. The first time he stuck to Henry's favorite mug just has the description of how Henry likes his tea (how long he brews it, what he puts in his tea and how much, etc)

The notes also become color coded. 

Red is spicy things. 

Light yellow is things directly from the Incomplete List. 

Light blue is observations, like the tea or noting which sweater is Henry's favorite.

Hot pink is David related. 

Light pink is future pets. 

Purple/lavender is future child(ren)/fatherhood related. 

White is boring adulting (like reminders of appointments).

Novelty sticky notes (like taco shaped sticky notes) are mostly just “I love you” notes (written in glitter gel pen when Alex is feeling particularly extra). 

Of course, Henry eventually gets in on leaving sticky notes for Alex.* His are written on mint green sticky notes. (The date is written on those ones too.)

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*This morning, I realized this is somewhat canon based on Casey’s Threads post...

Also tagging @starkfridays cause she contributed to the discussion of this headcanon (and it seems the wonderful other people--Ellie, Ishita, and Barghav--who also contributed don't have Tumblr).

[saquesha13]

raise your hand if you want a sequel where these two have their own royal wedding 🙋‍♀️

It would involve cake, smoochin’, vacations in texas, and some modest husband sexy times

[getmehighonmagic]

Sentences Sunday, April 7th 2024

Hi, I'm back from the dead. Missed me? Lol. I'm so sorry I've been slacking, I haven't been in a great space, mentally, but I'm gonna try to tag along again!

Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @itsmaybitheway ♥

From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:

Sitting on top of the hill at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sun going down over the horizon and stars slowly appearing above them, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, nor will he ever be again. The ice cream sandwiches Alex had picked up - a big scoop of madagascar bourbon vanilla bean flavoured ice cream between two thick sea salt chocolate chip cookies - are soft and sweet, and when Henry takes a bite, it practically melts on his tongue. “Bloody hell,” he moans, savouring the taste. “Hmm,” Alex agrees with a nod, a scrunch of pure delight between his brows. He licks the fingers of his right hand clean and reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes. “Better make it worth your time.” He grins and puts his ice cream sandwich down in the container it came in to open the bottle and pour them both a glass. “Alex,” Henry whispers, his chest expanding, “you’re worth it, regardless.” The words mean so much, more than he dares to express, and Alex seems to feel it too, because his eyes tear up behind his glasses when he says, “So are you, baby.”

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[roseharpermaxwell]

First firstprince from me! ❤️🤍💙

Shoot Your Shot, Alex/Henry. M, 4.2k

Jimmy raises his eyebrows in anticipation. “First celebrity crush?”

As usual, Alex’s mouth is moving before his mind can catch up.

“Oh,” he gestures, like this is both obvious and the easiest question he’s ever been asked. “Prince Henry.”

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

“June plucks away at “Annie’s Song,” you fill up my senses like a night in a forest, and the breeze keeps moving to meet the highest branches of the trees, and the water keeps rising to meet the bulkheads, and Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

Happy Birthday Alex Claremont-Diaz

Happy Birthday to my soul character. ACD!

A.K.A. "He is." Alex taught me so much about loving myself just the way I am. Alex is a comfort and friend to me on a daily basis since the first moments I read about his story. There's never been a character to me who feels like they were written to help me navigate through life, quite like ACD and to have him on screen representing me, and so many other people is a dream come true. In a life filled with me always being told or believing that I'm "too much", after finding Alex, I gained a newer understanding of myself and how important it is that I find power from the "too much" and how I can redefine that myself and use it as a stregth and something to be proud of.

Happy Birthday, Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. My dear Alex who has shown me freedom isn't just a length of rope, but that it's a rope attached to our chests pulling us toward the people who we can be courageous enough to love and find freedom with. To Alex, who helped Henry find his stregth and who had his arms open wide to comfort and love him the way he desperately needed. To Alex, who gave two of the most beautiful speeches I have ever read/heard, that were life changing and are words that I think about daily. I love you, Alex. You are brave, kind and so true to yourself. And I know you're spending your day being loved on by Henry, and by having some fun with your friends too, just like this.

[royal-chandler]

Written for the following prompt from @rwrbprompts: “Alex coming come from a day of hell to a cuddly baby and cuddly Henry and makes his day much better.”

<3

Finally home, Alex drops his keys into their designated bowl, his briefcase on the floor, and himself face first into the couch without much care. Miserably, he groans into the throw pillow he’s half-contemplating suffocating himself with. Today has been a package shipped directly from a deep circle of hell—stuffed with two coffee spills down his tie and a second shirt, a broken phone, negotiations with opposing counsel falling through, and having to explain to a frightened kid that her case would have to go to trial with her possibly testifying. All this wrapped and bow-tied with Austin’s heavy rush hour traffic and some asshole riding his bumper for three straight miles on I-35.

He hears Henry’s footfalls descend the stairs and then come close, proceeding with caution. Soon, loving fingers comb through his hair and Alex can breathe easy for the first time all day, the stress and chaos snuffed out by his husband's comfort. Washed away as Henry’s touch moves in like the sea. Alex turns into it and peels his eyes open to the image of Henry crouched at his side with Bianca held against Henry’s chest. Alex’s family crowds his view in a way that has him feeling moony and madly in love—reminds him that he’s actually the luckiest person on the planet.

“Are you alright, darling?” Henry asks, concerned and eyes soft.

“I broke my phone,” Alex mumbles, mournfully.

“I know,” Henry says quietly, thumb skimming over Alex’s cheekbone. “You called me from your office phone and told me, remember?”

With a sigh, Alex admits what he’s truly been afraid to poke at and give voice to. “I’m going to lose this case, Henry.”

Mindful of their baby between them, Henry nudges him, snatching a campaigning kiss that’s firm and insisting. Fiercely, he whispers to Alex, “A setback is not losing.”

“What smug fucker told you that?” Alex chuckles against Henry’s mouth.

“The one I’m staring straight at,” Henry replies with one more kiss that loiters before it leaves. He then tuts, adding disapprovingly, “Who also seems to want our daughter’s first word to be four-lettered and R-rated.”

Alex reaches out his hand and rests it on her small sleeper-covered back. He’s still fascinated by how amazingly real she is, growing and becoming more of a person every day. She shifts around, attention swiveling to Alex, her mahogany brown eyes shining like new dimes as she drools over her fist that she's fussily trying to feast on.

Teething is starting to upend the household.

“I think she would prefer to curse if she could, if we’re being honest, Henry.”

“Get up. She came down here for a cuddle.”

“Did she?” Alex stands and takes Bianca into his arms when Henry passes her. He velcros her to him, dropping a kiss to her curly head as he bounces her a bit and gets her to chat animatedly with buh, and yes, fuh sounds. “Hey, hey, Binky. Hey, princesa, does Daddy think Papi doesn’t know what he’s up to?”

“And what would that be?” Henry poses, his teasing smile poorly held back.

“You wanted a hand-off because you’ve been home with a cranky baby all day and pounced on the chance the minute you got it,” Alex says, reeling him in with his free hand so he can hold fast to them both. “All under the guise of checking up on me.”

“Caught red-handed,” Henry says, his smile jailbreaking with a laugh that vibrates Alex alongside Bianca’s little heel kicks. Fondly, “Has anyone ever told you you’re quite good at what you do?”

“Some smug fudgsicle,” Alex tells him, thinking of little pitchers and their big ears. With a surge of gratitude, he thinks of his family that he gets to come home to and feel warmed by every day and how desperate he is to not get used to his wonderful husband or their beautiful girl, to never look at them as less than the fairytale-caliber picture they make up. “Who rewrote my life and my dreams in one night with the best love I’ve ever been given and gotten to share.”

“Alex, darling,” Henry starts.

With his heart set in motion, Alex shakes his head and holds Henry tighter, dipping down to Henry’s ear and breathing, “I just—thank you.”

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maybe a little obsessed with this little family, idk

crossposted to my ao3, where i’m starting a collection of little ficlets i write for firstprince.

[dwell-the-brave]

NEW FIC ALERT - 'A King Is But A Man'

“Whereas by an instrument of abdication dated the 12th day of December instant, Her former Majesty Queen Catherine I did declare her irrevocable determination to renounce the throne for herself, and the said instrument of abdication has now taken effect, whereby the Crown of Great Britain, Ireland, and all other Her former Majesty's dominions is now solely and rightfully come to the High and Mighty Henry George Edward James,” announces the Garter King of Arms. Henry asks a footman to turn it off before they can hear any more. The only sounds in the room are the clinking of teaspoons against china, and the distant boom of the 21-gun salutes. *** Queen Catherine I abdicates.

The fifth (and final planned) part of my Heavy Weighs the Crown series has now started posting. You can find it on AO3��-> Here <-

I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a comment or kudos (or both) if you do.

[nhasablogg]

I guess you're all mine when you're sleeping in this bed with me

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Summary: Henry needs Alex to tickle his back most nights to fall asleep, until the tickling becomes a little too ticklish for him.

A/N: Prompted by @iamawolfstarsimp, thank you! It's been four years since I read the book, so please forgive anything that might seem out of character. I hope you enjoy! I can't wait for the movie!

Words: 1k

Alex enjoyed sleeping with Henry - sleeping with as in sharing his bed, fighting for the covers, waking up to his bedhead and kisses - for three main reasons.

The first one was because he adored how His Royal Highness would blink up at him sleepily each morning and smile, actions he did on instinct before his brain caught up with his body and made him try to play it cool, much to Alex’s amusement.

The second was because of how Henry would press his nose into Alex’s throat, nuzzling him in such an adorably human way that Alex would laugh incredulously each time (also maybe because it tickled, a little).

The third and biggest reason was the lengths Henry would go to to get Alex to “help him fall asleep”, as he called it. Usually it involved many distractions, but sometimes it really was just Alex scratching his back until he felt him finally relax under his touch. And while it could be annoying, being yanked out of sleep to be of service, there was something so delicious about a literal prince needing his help with something so mundane.

(They hadn’t talked about why he couldn’t sleep yet - Alex reckoned they would have to one day.)

Henry was melting under his touch that night. Alex hadn’t allowed him to toss and turn for too long before he’d dutifully reached out, fingertips sliding skillfully over the skin, following each bump and curve, up and down, back and forth, and Henry was shivering maybe because he was being a little too light on the hand.

“Is it helping?” he mumbled, eyes closed and much too close to sleep again, hence the light touch, but Henry only grunting in response made him instantly perk up. It had only been a moment and Henry never fell asleep that quickly.

He had his eyes wide open when Alex opened his, looking anything but relaxed. “What?”

“You’re asking me?” Alex blinked once, twice. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

“All right.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I just-” Had Alex imagined it? “Nothing.”

“Well, keep going then.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex resumed his petting, feeling Henry tense up under his hand before relaxing, only this time he seemed to tense up again almost immediately. It made Alex want to snatch his hand away, give into indignation or confusion since it would be so easy to get upset over it had he been in the mood, but all he did was sit up and force Henry to look at him.

“It’s nothing,” Henry said, sitting up as well, both of their bodies radiating heat in the already too hot room. “It’s stupid.”

“Well, it can’t be both.”

“Funny.”

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He wondered if it had anything to do with how Henry would lay awake half the night sometimes, staring at the ceiling until Alex pulled him close. “If something’s bothering you.”

“I know.” Henry’s face softened. It was ridiculous how soft he could be sometimes when he looked at him. “I promise you it’s nothing serious.”

“But it’s something.”

“It’s embarrassing?”

“Oh? Now I really gotta hear it.”

“Can it wait until tomorrow?” The sun had set hours ago and Henry had flown in from a brief visit back home only the day prior. He was tired. They both were.

“Fine.” Alex leaned closer and pressed his lips to his temple, smiling when Henry hummed happily. “But if you act weird again I’ll stop petting you.”

“I won’t act weird, I promise.” For some reason he was avoiding Alex’s gaze.

Alex tried to be more aware of how he was touching him when he resumed, what part of his back that made Henry tense up, what spot made his breath hitch. He pretended he didn’t notice it when it started again, realizing how hard Henry seemed to be trying to stop it, and that was when it hit him.

“Oh my god, your back is ticklish.” It wasn’t the first time Alex had discovered a sensitive spot, but it surprised him that Henry still seemed to be able to keep certain tickle spots from him, even after all this time. He was nearly offended.

“It’s not,” Henry said weakly, but when Alex purposefully poked his lower back he let out a sound so delicious that Alex did it again just to hear it.

“That doesn’t sound like a non-ticklish back to me,” he said with a grin and Henry groaned, all too aware of how Alex never let things like these go.

“You’re worse than me,” Henry reminded him in vain, for Alex might be worse but Henry was never able to turn the tables once Alex got him.

“Mmm, at least I’m not pretending otherwise.” That wasn’t true. Henry had to tickle him to pieces three separate times before Alex even admitted to being ticklish.

Henry tried to flip over to shield his back, which would be kind of stupid since his belly and ribs were death spots, but Alex enjoyed the prospect of a new spot more and was on top of him within seconds, knees locking around his hips as he started laughing when Henry swore.

“Get off,” he growled, but the giggle that escaped simultaneously made his words sound very unthreatening. “Alex, I promise you I will get revenge.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alex poked his back again, this time aiming for just below his shoulder blade. “Hmm, it seems only certain spots are ticklish. Let’s figure out which ones, shall we?”

“Oh my god, please, do-hon’t! Alex, I swear to-”

“Shoulders? Really, Henry?”

“Shut up!”

“Lift your arms a bit for me, darling.”

“You’re so fucking annoying- stop.”

“Back ribs, huh? How about the back of your hips? Let me try that lower back again while I’m down there.”

You’d think this would keep Henry from asking for back tickles in the future, but it didn’t. All it did was make their nights gigglier and Henry fall asleep quicker due to exhaustion.

[ofinkandust]

love them

[nocoastposts]

My Skin Starts To Burn | E | 1.7k

It’s become a thing between them. Alex explores any bit of skin that he can get his hands on, and Henry lets it happen without questioning it. Despite his silence, Henry is going absolutely mad.

Or, three times Alex touches Henry, plus one time Henry touches him back.

A self-indulgent roommates-to-lovers fic that I wrote instead of sleeping last night. Not beta read and probably a bit messy, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

[jmagnabo92]

Sentences Sunday!

Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere

Little bit from the next chapter of "Sailing to Freedom"

“Isn’t this perfect?” Alex teases as he walks along the streets of Istanbul, hand laced with Henry’s as they take in the history and beauty of the city.

“Every day with you is perfect, but I do love this city.”

“You’re such a Prince Charming – seriously.”

“You keep saying that like it’s bad thing,” Henry nearly pouts.

“Aw, baby, it’s not a bad thing.  I used to pretend it was, but…” he stops and smiles at his boyfriend.  “Now you’re my Prince Charming and that’s –” he stops again, this time because he spotted People magazine behind Henry in a window of a store.

The cover had three pictures, one of him and Nora dancing together at the Royal Wedding (she’d pestered him to dance just once), the one of Henry and June that never made the light of day thanks to cakegate, and a third of him and Henry together in Athens, dancing in a night club. 

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Dancing?  A Key to Love?  From Weddings to Nightclubs – which pair looks more in love?  FDOTUS/Prince Henry, FSOTUS/Prince Henry or FSOTUS/VP Granddaughter?

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Tagging @iboatedhere @henryspearl @fullsunsets @theprinceandagcd @aroyallybigbangrwrb

+ open tag - Also let me know if you want me to tag you :)

[pinkamour1588]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Characters: Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Cuddling & Snuggling, Morning Kisses, Anxiety, Forehead Kisses, Laughter, Angst and Humor, Sleepiness, Sleep Summary:

“Hey, Henry. Are you awake?” Alex asked, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. “Unfortunately,” Henry sighed into his pillow.

OR

Alex asks ridiculous questions when he can't sleep.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

FIRST FIC FOR FIRSTPRINCE WEEK !!!

ALRIGHT IT'S THE FIRST of my @thebrownstone firstprince week fics ...

“Did you get my note?” are the first words Alex hears as he walks in the door. Henry is on the phone and walking around the room as if on a mission. “All right, Pez. Thank you. I appreciate it. Please remember this is a secret.”

so ... have a read if ya want ....