#Christ Claremont

[littlekidsteve]

Actually I said yes but I think carol surpasses Diana in a big way(not in a hateful way) so no.

It's mainly to do with how both characters are treated by the comic company.

Read the tags please I'm tired can't be arsed to write a full body text.

[folkhoax]

the way alex says "i wouldnt mind doing this again" while holding hands with henry and his eyes are so soft SCREAMING "i might be having butterflies because i like doing this with you" and suddently he goes all "oh" because henry just said "we just have to keep it very casual" after giving alex THAT ALSO SOFT SMILE, as if he wasnt having butterflies himself because the love of his life is there staring at him in the eyes and he better not have the audacity to love henry back

[meraki-yao]

My two cents on the story some Nick fans hate Taylor:

From what I've seen around they are mainly people who have been following him since before rwrb and if you look carefully they are often huge purple heart fans (and have a slight obsession with the "relationship" between Nick and Sofia) therefore I think that this hatred for Taylor derives from 2 things:

1. They hate that so many people have gotten closer to him because of rwrb but they share the support and love with someone else. That's why they always have to specify that for them Taylor is unemployed (unlike Nick), Taylor is not a good actor (unlike Nick who is the best around for the next 100 years), Taylor is loved only for his hot body and we are all envious that Nick is mentioned around as an actor etc etc. It's impossible for them to accept that people can appreciate both and one must necessarily be better and more loved than the other and they are better fans because they have been following him since before rwrb and they don't want him to still be associated with this film because he will never be "the sole star" but has to share everything with Taylor.

2. Racism. From certain comments they make it is undeniable that this has great relevance in this situation and I don't even want to delve into it because it's not even crazy it's simply disgusting and this is definitely the worst part.

They hate rwrb (but praise Nick as Henry and think he's the only one who did well in the movie) and keep making up this bullshit about how Nick hates the project, hates the cast, his body language says he was uncomfortable on that set, this is the only cast he hasn't remained friends with, Taylor tries hard for have his attention to be relevant but Nick just proves they have no contact and they need it to be true because that's the only thing which they can cling to to hope he doesn't make the sequel. Oh, plus Nick is too busy to accept the sequel and it would be a downgrade for him to do the sequel given the career that awaits him, unlike Taylor who only has rwrb to work and be relevant (all read with my own eyes unfortunately)

In short, I don't know how they can think this is good for Nick and how they can think this is the type of support he deserves and would like. As another blog said, we can't stop them, there are moments they become more vocal and mean and the more we respond the meaner they become saying things like "you get angry because you know it's the truth"

They treat Taylor like a monster, like he's a really bad person, they've done bad things towards him like doxxing and spreading false information about him to convince everyone what an evil person he is.

They say he uses Nick, before Nick's response when he signed the book they said Taylor bullied him with those drawings on his face all because they have this unhealthy relationship with an actor and they think they have some right over his life.

You've explained their (ridiculous) mentality really well, and frankly, it drives me insane that there are people in the world who think they understand one person's career/relationship/life when he doesn't know them

On the note of purple hearts, I didn't watch the movie and I don't plan to, but when I just got into the RWRB fandom and started learning about Nick and Taylor, and I kinda saw some comments from us, that's kind of... something like Purple hearts fans are mad at RWRB because of... opposing political beliefs?

Oh, also agree on the racism thing. Fuck racism man.

My one hope is this bullshit doesn't affect Taylor and Nick. I have faith in their relationship not to turn sour or blame each other because 1, it's not each other's fault 2, they're grown ass adults who understand how this industry, parasocial relationships and fan culture work, but if any of these shitty comments reaches either one of them it must hurt, and arguably hurts Nick more than Taylor, because these people are hurting your friend in your name. That's fucked up.

Again I think the best thing we can do is ignore them, block them and remember that we hold the actual truth: Nick loves RWRB, and Taylor, and Henry. And he and Taylor, on both sides, plus Matthew and a couple editorial writers, stated and showed that they are genuine friends with genuine chemistry.

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

Just remembered this photo exists 🙂😀🙃🫠

[yourbestbuddie]

Has anyone else watched Red White and Royal Blue yet 😭😭😭

Currently obsessing over it all over again

What do they expect me to do now how can I move on w my life

Not a perfect book to movie adaptation there were so many things that I wish they’d kept from the book but I fucking loved it anyway

[mirkwoodsprinceofdoingtoomuch]

Two part 4

“It’s just…” Alex says, and as he’s on the floor of a supply closet, waiting out a security threat with a Prince of England at the end of a weekend that has felt like some very specific ongoing nightmare, censoring himself takes too much effort. “I don’t know. Doing what we do is fucking hard. But it’s harder for me. I’m the son of the first female president. And I’m not white like she is, can’t even pass for it. People will always come down harder on me. And you’re, you know, you, and you were born into all of this, and everyone thinks you’re Prince fucking Charming. You’re basically a living reminder I’ll always be compared to someone else, no matter what I do, even if I work twice as hard.”

“Well,” Henry says when he speaks at last. “I can’t very well do much about the rest. But I can tell you I was, in fact, a prick that day. Not that it’s any excuse, but my father had died fourteen months before, and I was still kind of a prick every day of my life at the time. And I am sorry.”

“To answer your question,” Henry says. “Yes, I do like Star Wars, and my favorite is Return of the Jedi.”

“Oh,” Alex says. “Wow, you’re wrong.”

Henry huffs out the tiniest, most poshly indignant puff of air. It smells minty. Alex resists the urge to throw another elbow. “How can I be wrong about my own favorite? It’s a personal truth.”

“It’s a personal truth that is wrong and bad.”

“Which do you prefer, then? Please show me the error of my ways.”

“Okay, Empire.”

Henry sniffs. “So dark, though.”

“Yeah, which is what makes it good,” Alex says. “It’s the most thematically complex. It’s got the Han and Leia kiss in it, you meet Yoda, Han is at the top of his game, fucking Lando Calrissian, and the best twist in cinematic history. What does Jedi have? Fuckin’ Ewoks.”

“Ewoks are iconic.”

“Ewoks are stupid.”

“But Endor.”

“But Hoth. There’s a reason people always call the best, grittiest installment of a trilogy the Empire of the series.”

“And I can appreciate that. But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?”

“Spoken like a true Prince Charming.”

“I’m only saying, I like the resolution of Jedi. It ties everything up nicely. And the overall theme you’re intended to take away from the films is hope and love and … er, you know, all that. Which is what Jedi leaves you with a sense of most of all.”

Henry coughs, and Alex is turning to look at him again when the door opens and Cash’s giant silhouette reappears.

“False alarm,” he says, breathing heavily. “Some dumbass kids brought fireworks for their friend.” He looks down at them, flat on their backs and blinking up in the sudden, harsh light of the hallway. “This looks cozy.”

“Yep, we’re really bonding,” Alex says.

[england-would-fall]

dear LORD

this took me an eternity to draw, but I wanted a portrait of both Nick and Taylor and now I've got it.

on patreon you can also find wallpapers and much more

[nocoastposts]

"Jesus Christ, it's like they can see into your soul. Cornbread knows my sins, Henry. Cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone."

- Alex Claremont-Diaz, Red, White, & Royal Blue

Happy Thanksgiving National Cornbread Day, folks!

[yellowballoondogs]

I should’ve kept tumblr deleted cause wtf is this.

Okay rant time.

I will not name the blog this comes from, they’re obviously misinformed and need to reread the gospel.

I am Christian. I am currently in seminary school to be a pastor. I read the Bible cover to back through the course of a year, every year. My faith is an integral part of my life.

I’m also gay. That’s another part of me. One that will never change. And I am sick and tired of people who claim to be Christian claiming that being gay is a sin.

Im just gonna skim over how the “man shall not lay with boy” was a purposeful mistranslation to justify pedophilia because I wanna skip to the Xman part because I honestly can not deal with debating my brothers and sisters under Christ who deny His word and hate thy neighbor.

Nightcrawler is not canonically a demon, yeah chuck Austen did his shit but it was immediately retconned, he is still a Christian, still largely a man of god. The xmen have always done the “omg they got brainwashed and killed people” like every other issue, it’s not to attack his Christianity.

His mothers being lesbians has always been the intention by Claremont anyway. And he’s been gay since the early 2000s so I have no idea what is being said about 2017.

Nightcrawler is still an incredibly gentle, sweet, and god loving man. That is his character. It is because of that, that’s he officiates gay weddings and is, as was so eloquently put “politically correct”.

If you can’t fathom an xmen that is left leaning and makes politics commentary reflecting that, the you don’t know the xmen.

If you can’t fathom a loving kind and gentle nightcrawler that can love his family, friends, and Jesus, with all his heart regardless of sexuality- then you don’t know nightcrawler.

If you can’t fathom a Jesus that loves gay people then you’re not a fucking Christian and you don’t know Jesus.

[piratefalls]

i'm back with a header i like a lot more. this one's a little shorter than usual, but still has a little of everything. also, instead of individual links we've graduated to a masterlist!

masterlist.

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by coffeecatsme

“I have a secret,” Alex whispers in his ear—he’s sprawled over Henry on the couch, calves and thighs and chests pressed together, breath washing over Henry’s skin. “I shouldn’t tell you.” “Oh?” Alex nods vehemently. “Can’t lose you,” he murmurs, fingertips on Henry’s face, and Christ that touch is deadly. “Can’t tell you I love you. You’d leave.” Henry stares. “Oh.”

i speak in grey (to match the shades on the inside of my brain) by sticktothescript

He spends all of that week researching what non-binary means, but he pointedly ignores the squirming feeling of excitement in his chest. He’s just curious, that’s all. That’s all it can be. He’s lived his whole life as a man. He’s the First Son. There’s no room for testing boundaries when the people need him. --- or; a 5+1 of Alex Claremont-Diaz exploring gender identity

And The Show Goes On by orestespdf

For the second time that evening, a hand suddenly smacks his shoulder. Henry looks up, expecting Philip, but instead he is greeted with a smarmy smile. Henry’s stomach drops at the sight of the man who stands behind him. “Christopher,” Philip laughs. His brother stands, and he and the man shake hands vigorously above Henry’s head. Henry wants to melt into his seat and disappear. “I’m so glad you could make it. Henry, you remember my mate, Christopher Lewis?” Henry stares down at the intricately folded napkin in front of him. Christopher Lewis: 2011 St Andrews graduate, former head of the Eton rugby club, excellent skier, wine aficionado. Seven years older than Henry. Green eyes. Nice shoulders. Yes, Henry remembers Christopher Lewis. He wishes he didn’t. After years of not seeing him, Henry runs into Philip's old friend again. Fallout ensues.

heartbeats under coats by HypnosTheory

Alex, a DC lawyer on his way back from a work trip, is stranded in New York after a freak blizzard grounds all flights. He gets the last available hotel room on the island, but a freak error means the room is double booked. Unwilling to leave the other stranded, both men agree to share the room and wait out the blizzard together.

don't just give it up. by smc_27

Alex checks the flight path for the 12th time this minute, and then rolls his eyes and groans. Amy, next to him, opens one eye. He apologizes wordlessly and tries to stop being so fucking antsy. Look. Look. He’s got something - someone - fucking perfect waiting for him across the Atlantic. If anyone knew what exactly he’s flying to, they’d speed the plane the fuck up and get him there.

this moment in time by rizcriz

She moves away from the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. “What did you do, Alex?” He turns back to the table and puts his hands in his hair as he leans over the cup of coffee. “I made Henry a christmas card, and snuck it into his bag before he left for London.” “Okay?” “I may have used it as a vessel to confess my feelings for him.” He says it fast, almost too quickly to be understood, but June’s had a lifetime of translating Alex-speak, and he hears her quick intake of breath and pulls his hands from his hair to look over his shoulder at her. -- Or, it's a New Years to remember.

when the silence screams by teacupivy

Today, Henry comes home to a stillness that’s out of place in the usually bustling December air. It's only a little disconcerting. or Alex is incredibly frustrated with the state of life and Henry offers to get on his knees.

i dream of our odyssey by violetbaudelairequagmire

Alex rests his elbows on the counter of the small cafe attached to Bankston’s Books, enjoying the quiet period in between the morning stay-at-home-mom-crying-toddler storytime crowd and the rush of college students that appear in the afternoon. It’s only a couple hours, but it’s nice to have that time with just a few black coffees in between the rush of “pumpkin spice latte and a cakepop” and “quad shot espressos and keep them coming” that dominate the busy periods at the bookstore. He’s not complaining though- he loves this job. He gets a discount on books, no one cares how much coffee he drinks in a shift, and, in the last couple of weeks, he’s had a great view of the new guy quietly shelving books. it's a bookstore au!

Shatter Me by politics_and_prose

Henry is resigned to the life he's meant to lead until he meets a man so full of happiness and life that he's got no choice but to confront the secret he's been keeping for years.

Singularity by OrchidScript

"Henry didn’t try to resist. He’d lost his capacity for it the moment his scruffy looking nerf herder had stood in the White House press room and called Henry his choice. Under the onslaught of purposeful dragging of fingernails, featherlight touches under tables, the pink-bitten promise of more, Henry abandoned all defense. He willingly succumbed to his fiancé’s heated breath and honeyed words." The boys find inspiration in a hotel room armchair.

In Every Universe by clottedcreamfudge

Alex and Henry will find each other in every universe. A series of either explicitly or implicitly soulmate-themed AUs, which are all heading in one very specific direction.

You Remind Me of Home by athousandrooms & ifyoustay

Henry had taken the news that he was being summoned to England early much worse than Alex had. He'd left him with a million apologies on his lips. Alex had swallowed them all with a parting kiss and the promise of seeing him on the 23rd, knowing full well that no matter how much as much as he wished to, he couldn’t afford to travel with him during finals season of his first year of Law School. It's been a week, and Alex... Alex would give anything to have Henry here. But, all's well that ends well, as they say.

well we're not here to fuck ducks by stutteringpeach

Henry is looking for someone to help him with his duck study. He makes quite a serious typo in his 'All Staff' email.

with my name on your lips, tell me how does it taste by viciouslyqueer

“I don’t think anyone will be offended if two... very close friends decide to try it out, H. I certainly won’t.” Alex laughs when Henry fixes him with a half-hearted glare. “And you felt the need to track me down and show me this on a random Tuesday morning because...” Henry trails off with a perfectly arched brow. It’s infuriatingly attractive. Alex braces himself on the table and leans in, stopping with his mouth an inch away from Henry’s ear. He can almost hear him holding his breath. “Because I want to take my time with you, sweetheart,” Alex whispers sweetly. “And this is the perfect opportunity.”

Don't - Don't You Want Me? by absoluteaudacity

Alex is bad at communicating sometimes.

(you might be) someone i could love by weather_stained

(...or you're just somebody I fucked once.) After Henry has an anonymous one-night stand at a party, he can't stop thinking about the boy with the beautiful brown eyes and messy curls. Months later, Pez scores them an invitation to spend Thanksgiving weekend with June Claremont-Diaz, her girlfriend, and her brother, at her family's lakehouse. It could be the second chance he's been looking for, or he could be stuck hopelessly pining for someone who only ever wanted sex.

Locked In by allmylovesatonce

After their night together in Paris, Henry and Alex get quarantined in their hotel, locked in for two full weeks.

hours by demigodbeautiies

Although the White House is fast, the British press is faster. It has to be a leak. An accident. A screw up. There's no way a story like this would be allowed to break if anyone had actual control over the situation. Perhaps the entire headline is wrong, and the agonising lurch in Henry's stomach is for nothing. He reads it again. BREAKING: Son of US President Ellen Claremont abducted, held hostage. Watch for LIVE updates.

Forty-Four Days by bleedingballroomfloor

"God, I haven't seen you in forty-four days," Alex suddenly spits, and Henry feels the pain of his words in his own chest, like ice replacing the blood in his veins. Because that's it, isn't it? Forty-four days of separation. Forty-four days of waking up to an empty bed, of making coffee along with his tea only to realize that Alex isn't there to drink it, of long meetings without any of Alex's witty jokes, of cold hands on chilly autumn walks because Alex isn't there to warm them up. Maybe it's the simple fact of hearing for the first time, or maybe it's the tipping point of the taxing day, but Henry feels something inside of him snap, and — And all he knows is that he needs to see Alex now.

Hope is a Five-Alarm Fire by AnchoredArchangel

“I’m just saying- we know you, Alejandro. I've ran the odds and with your personal history of decision-making and impulse control, there’s a less than four percent chance you of all people didn’t shoot your shot. Even if he’s in the closet. Even if he’s supposedly straight. Even if he’s a prince. You love a good story.” Doesn’t he ever. Too bad he’s never going to get the chance to tell this one. Or: Alex returns to real life after crossing the actual Prince of England off his totally superfluous valid No Consequences Sex List. It does not go quite like he expected.

Wrap Me Up, Unfold Me by @sparklepocalypse

After the Kensington confrontation, Henry gets on the plane with Alex. (Or, Henry and Alex join the Mile High Club in filthy, spectacular fashion.)

Shameless by everwitch

Henry has a lot of sex. A lot. He's young and in college and there is no shortage of men to fall in bed with. What better time to explore what he likes and what he fucking loves, as well as to catalogue how to make his many, many partners feel as good as possible? It’s all part of the learning experience. And Henry is a very dedicated student. Alex has been inescapably aware of Henry ever since that one time they kissed. You don’t just stop being aware of the guy who basically caused your sexuality. So when Henry propositions Alex at a lame frat party, Alex accepts eagerly. Maybe this is exactly what he needs. Maybe, if he can just have Henry once, he’ll have a better chance of finally getting over his embarrassing fixation with Henry. It's worth a try.

3/4ths Cup of Love by inexplicablymine

“What the fuck are you doing with my pinto beans?” “It says I need them for pie weights.” “Hell no, baby, sweetheart. Over my dead body are you using the beans I use for mole for your quiche recipe. I would like us to eat these.” “Hey!” “If you put my beans in the oven, I will make it so you can’t possibly ever put a bun in the oven.” “Noted.” Or, The ups and downs of Henry learning how to perfect his quiche recipe.

A Practical Arrangement by kiwiana

“I know.” In fairness, he didn’t ask his mom to delay the wedding after the betrothal was made official when he turned eighteen. It wasn’t that she expected another option to materialise—he’s pretty sure she was trying to give him and Henry more time to get to know each other, maybe move past their open animosity a little. They’ve been pushed together every few months for the last three years, their marriage an inevitability. “I just… I still can’t quite get my head around it, you know? Married. To Henry.”

if you ever want me to tag you, let me know!

tagging: @starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @wordsofhoneydew and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags! I was actually going to share something from a different fic tonight, but then a friend got a shitty transphobic comment, and... well. Much like my dearly beloved Alex Claremont-Diaz, I fucking love doing things out of spite, so here's a little more of the trans!Alex FTH fic instead. I'm a very firm believer in 'don't like don't read', but I'm also a very firm believer in doing that without making your dislike the author's problem. This fandom is literally drowning in fic right now; y'all have seen the wordcounts I read and even I can't keep up. Hit that back button and find something you do want to read instead. And for the record, bigotry can and should be made actively unwelcome.

Alex grins, running his fingers through Henry’s hair as Henry looks up at him, lips parted and gaze hungry. “It was the one downside to top surgery—I hated my tits, but my nipples were so fucking sensitive. Now they’re like… I mean, I can still feel them, but I don’t think I could come just from having them played with anymore.” “Hmm.” There’s something in Henry’s expression that feels a little like a challenge, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, he presses his thumbs into the divots at Alex’s hips, drags his lips down Alex’s torso with single-minded determination. His tongue dips briefly into Alex’s navel before dragging down his happy trail, stopping just above the scar above his pubic bone as Alex groans, hands tightening in Henry’s hair. “Christ, look at you—can I suck your cock?”

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[folkhoax]

NO BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW ALEX HAS THE CAKE IN HIS HANDS ~~BEFORE~~ EVERYTHING FALLS TO THE GROUND????

ON HIS BACK???? WHILE THEY ARE CHATTING?????

was it planned??? How drunk was he to think of doing it on purpose?????

I just love it.

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

An Incomplete List: Twenty

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

They made sure to include this, even if they changed their ages and the specific event they met at; Matthew (and probably Casey too) made certain that we knew from the very beginning of their hooking up that Henry loved him all along. And he was fucking brave enough to tell Alex up front, and Alex was just as courageous to ask.

I love this so much. It's one of the things that truly came with their growth, by aging them up and them having even more experiences. Not that our Alex and Henry in the book, or anyone their age cannot love that deeply or begin a beautiful forever relationship at their ages, but this part in particular for me dug deeper than it did how it was set up in the book. They didn't just meet at a sporting event, they met at something that is an event that helps do good in the world. I really have always just loved that.

But I imagine the scene took place very similarly to how it did in the book, as Alex basically tells us as much, but older Henry had to have been even more scared of it, that after all that time, and with the grief from his father's battle with cancer and then death bleeding into his heart, to see Alex, to love him, the whole bloody time, it had to have been another level of jarring because he had to have started to think that he wouldn't ever feel the way he did about Alex, with anyone. Even if he desperately wanted to, as much as he was afraid of it.

Sorry, Henry, love. You have never been casual with Alex, and the fact that you thought, after admitting to wanting him for years, that you could be, you're just as dense as you are intelligent for that.

And Alex, you're no better. Being called out by Nora for your years-long obsession with Henry and your clearly blatant need to be dicked down by him. You may have only noticed your love for him at the DNC, but also, it took you a month after the damn Prince of England kissed you to even start to examine what it meant aloud. So, no pass for you, darling.

An Incomplete List: Things I love about HRH Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz #1 The fact that they love each other all along.

(yes, these are supposed to be posted on different days, but apparently tumblr has given up on my que schedule) :(

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

Rwrb trailer thoughts

CORNETTOS!!!!!

THE KID IN THE CANCER WARD SO LIKE HER AND HENRY BONDING OVER STAR WARS?!

TAKES THE CAKE I LOVE ALEX CLAREMONT DIAZ

BESTIE HENRY AND BEA

ZAHRA BEING THE QUEEN SHE WAS BORN TO BE

distinct lack of pez

Alex’s only defence being that Henry shoved him!!!

No their first meeting after cakegate with Henry in polo gear and Alex checking him out?!?

HENRY CALLED HIM SWEETHEART SARCASTICALLY

And you have a vitamin d defiency 😭this movie is so unserious and I LOVE IT

ARM PUNCH ARM PUNCH

CHRIST YOUR AS THICK AS IT GETS THEY DID THE LINE

ALEX IN A COWBOY HAT ALEX IN A MOTHERFUCKING COWBOY HAT

Henry playing polo and Alex being on the campaign makes me happy

HENRY IN THE WARDROBE AND ZAHRA THREATENING HIM

If you feel forever about him 😭what if that was my thirteenth reason?!

Honestly I reckon this movies gonna be jokes, it’ll be like shadow and bone, not exactly like the books but still incredibly enjoyable

[salemontrial]

My (probably unfinished) official list of everything I love about the trailer💫

- "How's it going :))-" SWERVED. ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ GOT FUCKING S W E R V E D-

- Nora looks like she's going to stab Alex with her high heel. Also she's so pretty. Xjakcjd

- "you've done some pretty stupid things in your life, but this-" "Takes the cake? :DD-"

- The way Henry looks at them when they're lying on the floor covered in cake. It's like he's restraining himself from strangling Alex with his own suit jacket for the sole purpose of not worsening the scandal.

- "HENRY. SHOVED. ME.😡🥺" "An urge I currently share."

- Ellen in her pantsuit.. hey Ellen👉👈

- Alex is looking for ways to escape the room when she says the words "damage control" he fucking knows-

- THEY. GOT. LIL NAS X. ON THE FUCKING SOUND TRACK. Oh I p r a y they got the rights to Get Low I p r a y.

- ALEX'S FACE WHILE ZAHRA IS BRIEFING HIM HES SO DRAMATIC

- Im sorry guys henry is so fine alexander isnt going to be the only one thirsting over henry for the entire 2 hours/jjj

- That FUCKING handshake in the park. I can see the veins in their hands they are g r i p p i n g-

- these faces this is a point.

- "My NDA is bigger than yours, I want you to know that." "You're wearing Lifts. I know that too, sweetheart." -H e a d t u r n--- HES SO FLOORED FJSNF-

- HENRY'S LITTLE MOUTH QUIRK AFTER HE SAYS THAT

- I CAN SEE THE KEY NECKLACE. I CAN S E E IT BLESS THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT SHOVING HIM IN A LOWCUT SHIRT-

- "You better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency" ZAHRA HAS THE BEST LINES AND ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.

- Alex faffing about with his hair via his phone camera before the interview thats my b O Y-

- Henry slides over the box of cornettos so hard like thats the only hostile act hes allowed to parttake in

- To the person who theorized in the comments of one of my posts that Alex was going to do a little shoulder punch in the interview scene i am going to draw you a little firstprince fanart-/hj

- Because that was so funny and so fucking cute henrys fucking face through that whole interaction was just. He looks like he's actively trying to dissociate from the situation fjsjfj-

- The cancer ward🥺🥺

- Alex's u g l y ass suit at the new years gala... its such a gross jacket guys Im sorry this is what happens when you dont have jUNE TO MICROMANAGE HIS WARDROBE-

- Alex putting his arm around Henry and Henry smiling to himself because he's probably got the most insane case of butterflies

- I'm marrying the lighting director of this movie.

- GUYS GUYS SHUT UP ITS THE KISS.

- HENRY'S FACE BEFORE HE GIVES THE "Christ, you are as thick as it gets" LINE IS SO FUNNY. QUESTIONING WHY HE EVER WENT AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A DUMBASS

- THEY D O N T KISS LIKE THEYD RATHER GO DOWN A RAZOR WATERSLIDE🎉🎉🎉🎉💫💞💞🏳️‍🌈/GEN

- He does Henry's "Oh shit" face so w e l l-

- ALEX'S STETSON EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM ME

- KARAOKE SCENE KARAOKE SCENE I SEE HENRY AT THE MICROPHONE

- Guys hes g o i n g to do the thing he does with the bottle I just know it oh my god

- "Get O V E R yourself your majesty -p i l l o w-" "It's your royal HIGHNESS -p i l l o w-" "OHoho-"

- The polo match sjsjf. Same alwx-/J

- The little new voters goal thingy poster thats so cute actually-

- The pride flag in the back of the campaign office

- Henry texting while he's getting the royal preening sjcj

- never thought id cry just hearing henry say he misses alex out loud-

- THEYRE NOT SANITIZING IT TO MAKE IT PALATABLE/POS

- HENRY IN THE CLOSET I AM GOING TO SCREAM-

- "If anyone sees you leave this hotel I will brexit your head from your body....... Your royal highness." I LOVE HERRRRRR

- IF YOU FEEL FOREVER ABOUT HIM. AND THE AND THE PANNING TO THEM IN BED WITH THE SOFT LAMP LIGHT. AND THEYRE SO SOFT. AND AND AND AND. UEUE

- "Do you love him?" "What difference would it make if I did?"

- Bea's voice is so pretty sobs..

- It's always the blond autistic boys in the blue hoodies I swear to god/lh

- Theyre just chilling in their robes🥺🥺🥺

- DAVID!!!!!!!😭😭😭💞

- "Prince Henry belongs to Britain" and what if i sobbed.

- THEM HOLDING HANDS SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

- NO SHUT UP NO GO AWAY HENRY CRYING... I TRUST HIM WITH HENRY'S HEAVIER SCENES NOW

- THEYRE AT THE LAKEHOUSE😭😭😭

- "It's like there's a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you"

- THE ASS GRAB. ALEXANDER GABRIEL CLAREMONT-DIAZ

- "The night is young, ma✨" <- said as if he isn't currently groping the prince of England's ass

- She sees right fucking through him sjcjsj

CONCLUSION: I will eat my hat. The movie looks really really really fucking good, it looks spectacular and I am so excited for it. I trust them. I'm only SLIGHTLY mad they barely had Nora in it and I'm only SLIGHTLY bitter at cutting June and Luna. But I am an optimist and I will focus on the good which is that they're doing the characters incredible justice, and if I see one person try to deny their chemistry I will A Clockwork Orange their ass to this trailer for days. Because That Is Alex and Henry. That's them in front of my eyes and I think they're in very good hands and this is the most coherent thing I can write I'm still crying-/srs

[thebadgerclan]

Joggers

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: On a trip to the lake house, Henry's choice of attire catches Alex's eye…

Smut!

It was wonderful seeing Henry like this: free, comfortable, happy.  Ellen had secured her second term, there was no reason for Alex and Henry to hide anymore.  They were free to love each other openly, free to scream from the rooftops that I love the Prince of England, and no one could stop him.  It was the week following the election, and Alex had seized the opportunity to take Henry back to the lake house for a week, to give them the time to relax and just be with each other that they so desperately needed and deserved.

It shouldn’t be possible, to fall more and more in love with someone every time you saw them, but there Alex was, doing just that.  Henry was on one of the lounge chairs out back, the book he was currently plowing his way through open in his hands.  Alex had come outside with the intent of asking his boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat, but upon seeing him, his thoughts turned in a very different direction.

Henry was wearing one of Alex’s hoodies, something the Prince did quite often, and a pair of charcoal gray joggers.  As Alex stood, dumbstruck by how stupidly beautiful his boyfriend was, he distantly thought that he’d never seen Henry in sweatpants before.  And that seeing said boyfriend in sweatpants apparently turned him on far more than Alex had anticipated.  Christ, he’d seen Henry in designer suits, in his sinfully tight polo bottoms, he’d seen him naked for fuck’s sake, but for some reason, seeing him in a pair of jogger sweatpants had every drop of blood in his body running south.

So, Alex shifted his plans.  He moved to stand next to Henry, taking his book and lying it face down on the nearby table.  “Alex, what are y-” Henry began, but trailed off when Alex deposited himself in his lap and pressed his lips to his.  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, baby?” Alex asked, kissing Henry’s jaw.  Henry sighed, tipping his head back, allowing Alex more access to his throat, which he happily pressed kisses to.

“What has gotten into you, love?” Henry asked, and Alex kissed him again, shifting from Henry’s lap to kneel on the ground, trailing his lips down his clothed chest as he did.  “Alex, what are you…?”  “Fuck, baby, I don’t know why, but seeing you in sweats…it’s doing it for me, alright?”  Alex kissed Henry’s hip through his joggers, letting his lips drift toward his covered cock, which was hardening quickly under Alex’s ministrations. When Alex began mouthing at Henry’s cock, the Prince let out a strangled moan, his hand shooting to Alex’s hair, gently wrapping his fingers through the midnight strands.

“Can I suck your dick, baby?” Alex asked, looking up at his boyfriend though his lashes, those fucking eyelashes, and Henry nodded.  “Yes, Alex, please.”  Alex untied the drawstring of Henry’s joggers and tugged them down, Henry lifting his hips to get them down, and Alex let out a rather loud moan.  Henry had forgone underwear, and Alex felt his cock throb in his jeans.  “Are you trying to kill me, H?”  Henry laughed, cupping Alex’s cheek tenderly.

“Perhaps I’m trying to give you ease of access, darling.”  Alex scoffed, dipping his head to take his boyfriend into his mouth.  Henry let out a shuddering breath as Alex wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, bobbing his head while resting his hands on Henry’s hips.  “Shit, Alex, you’re so good at this.”  Alex flushed with pride, taking Henry deeper, swallowing around his length.

Henry tugged on Alex’s hair gently, and Alex brought a hand up to cover Henry’s on the back of his head.  Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t take all of Henry in his mouth at once, but he had wrapped a hand around the inch or so he couldn’t suck and was stroking in time with his mouth.  Henry was moaning softly, sounds that would absolutely be filling Alex’s dreams tonight.  “Alex, fuck, I…I need…”

Alex hummed, which made Henry buck his hips, which in turn made Alex moan again.  Henry was close, Alex knew, but he wasn’t expecting to be pushed away.  “Alex,” Henry panted.  “Shit, Alex.”  “Are you okay?” he replied.  “Did I do something wrong?”  “No!” Henry quickly assured.  “No, love, you’re perfect.  But I want to come with your cock inside me.”  Alex could have come from his words alone, but he stood, pulling Henry to his feet and kissing him hungrily.

Henry could taste himself on Alex’s tongue, and he didn’t bother righting his sweats as he and Alex made their way inside and to the bedroom.  Alex pushed Henry onto the bed, hurriedly pulling his sweatshirt over his head and pulling his jeans and boxers off.  Henry had kicked his joggers off completely and was in the process of removing his (Alex’s, really) hoodie.  Finally, they were both naked, and Alex snagged a condom and the bottle of lube from the dresser before joining his boyfriend. 

“How do you want me, baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Henry’s lips.  He slicked his fingers and began working Henry open, relishing in the breathy sighs and moans he let out.  “I want you close,” Henry said.  “I want to feel you.”  Alex nodded, bending to kiss him, his free hand cupping his cheek.  Once Henry was sufficiently prepped, Alex withdrew his fingers and rolled a condom on, kneeling between the Prince’s spread legs.

Slowly, Alex pressed in, watching Henry’s face for any signs of discomfort.  There were none, but the way Henry’s brows furrowed together, his eyes shut, and jaw dropped, made Alex surge forward and kiss him again.  He kept his body close to Henry’s, their chests nearly flush.  Alex rested his forehead against Henry’s, one hand still cupping his cheek, the other finding his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“So beautiful,” Alex praised.  “My beautiful baby.”  Henry was still unused to being praised, especially so openly, and his boyfriend’s words made his breath hitch.  “A-Alex,” he whispered, and the man above him slowly began thrusting.  “I love you, H.  I love you so much.”  Henry tipped his face upwards to kiss Alex, wrapping his arm around his neck, pulling him closer.  “Fuck, you feel so good,” Henry managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Alex fucked him a bit harder, shifting the angle of his hips to hit Henry’s prostate, which had the Prince crying out and clutching at Alex’s hair.  “Fuck, Alex, I…I’m close.”  “Yeah, sweetheart?  Gonna come for me?”  Henry nodded, arching his back as he felt his orgasm creeping steadily closer.  Alex pressed his lips to Henry’s neck, sucking a mark there, one that Henry wouldn’t have to cover up, one that he could wear with pride for the rest of their stay at the lake house.

“Alex,” Henry gasped.  “Alex, fuck, right there, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”  Alex complied, continuing to hit his prostate head on, and when he nipped the tender flesh over his collarbone, Henry shattered, wrapping his legs around Alex’s waist as he came.  “Fuck, Hen, you’re perfect,” Alex said, sealing his lips over his boyfriend’s.  Only five thrusts later, Alex met his peak, and he collapsed atop Henry, both breathing heavily.

For several minutes, they simply laid there, Alex’s softening cock still within Henry.  “I love you so much, H,” he whispered, kissing Henry’s temple.  “I love you too, darling.  But if you don’t get off of me, I might suffocate.”  Alex laughed slowly pulling out and rolling off of Henry, removing and disposing of the condom before pulling his boyfriend into his arms.  Henry eagerly snuggled into his chest, kissing his pec, just over his heart.

“So,” Henry said after another few minutes.  “Joggers, huh?”  Alex sighed, playfully pinching Henry’s arm.  “Shut up, Your Majesty.”  Henry laughed, kissing the underside of Alex’s jaw.  “You know perfectly well it’s ‘Your Royal Highness’ by now, dear.  And if you want to see me in sweatpants more often, I am certainly not complaining.”  Alex cocked his head, looking at the beautiful, perfect man in his arms.  

“You’d better keep that behind closed doors, baby,” Alex said, stroking the bare skin of Henry’s back.  “If you wear joggers in public, I might jump you.”  Henry laughed, finding Alex’s hand and holding it, kissing his knuckles, lingering on his signet ring.  “And I might let you.”  Alex laughed, pressing his lips to Henry’s, the kiss lingering.  “Don’t give me ideas, Hen.  You know I have bad impulse control.”

Henry only smiled, kissing him again, the pair of them getting lost in each other.  When they surfaced from the bliss of the other’s arms, hours later, it was to settle themselves in the kitchen while Alex made dinner.  Henry perched in Alex’s lap on the patio as they ate, the pair looking up at the stars well into the night.  Yes, Alex could get used to this; seeing the love of his life so happy, so free.