#firstprince sick fic

[melisnonstop]

You’re allowed

—☕️

Henry sipped at the tea with a theatrical grimace, and Alex couldn’t help but grin. For a guy who had survived brutal royal schedules, state dinners, and relentless public scrutiny, Henry was shockingly bad at being sick.

“I don’t understand how this happened,” Henry muttered, his voice hoarse. “One minute, I was fine. The next—” He waved a weak hand in the air, letting it flop dramatically against the couch. “This.”

Alex sat back on his heels, looking down at Henry with something caught between amusement and sympathy. He gently tugged the mug from Henry’s hands and placed it on the table before pulling the blanket tighter around him.

“The flu doesn't usually come with a warning, sweetheart.” Alex said with a laugh, brushing a stray curl from Henry’s forehead. “But don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll nurse you back to life in no time."

Henry let out a soft laugh, but it quickly dissolved into a cough that wracked his body, leaving him shivering under the blanket. Alex’s heart clenched, and he shot Henry a worried glance over his shoulder.

“Just take it easy, Hen” he said softly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and walking back over to the couch. He handed it to Henry, who took it gratefully, his fingers trembling slightly as he unscrewed the cap.

The thing was, Henry wasn’t fragile. He was strong in ways most people couldn’t even begin to understand. But Alex knew the weight Henry carried, the constant pressure of royal life, the way he held himself together for the world. And maybe that’s why seeing him like this—oft and unguarded in a way only Alex got to witness—hit Alex so deeply. It made something tighten in his chest, this sudden awareness of just how much he loved the man lying in front of him.

Henry eventually set the water down and rested his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes again. Alex reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension there, the fatigue settling into his bones.

“Hey,” Alex said softly, his voice gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this bad? I would’ve come home earlier.”

Henry opened his eyes slowly, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I didn’t want to be a bother.”

Alex’s heart squeezed. “Baby, you’re literally the opposite of a bother. You could’ve called me, and I would’ve been here in a heartbeat.”

"Your mock trial is less than a week away and I know your team is counting on you. I didn’t want to interrupt your plans for the sake of a sniffle.”

Alex scoffed, shaking his head. “A sniffle? Hen, you’re burning up. You’ve been running yourself ragged between the shelter and all flying back and forth. You’re allowed to say no, to be tired. You deserve to be taken care of. You're allowed all of it, Hen.”

Henry blinked, surprised by the sudden intensity in Alex’s voice. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at Alex with those deep blue eyes that always seemed to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts.

“I know,” Henry said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "I miss you. I miss being home,"

Alex softened, leaning in and brushing a gentle kiss against Henry’s temple. “I miss you too,” he whispered. “I'm so proud of all the work you're doing, but I need you to put yourself first. You're my whole world, baby.”

Henry closed his eyes again, but this time there was a warmth in his expression, something softer. He leaned into Alex’s touch, his head resting against Alex’s shoulder, the weight of it feeling so natural, so right.

For a while, they stayed like that—Henry nestled into Alex’s side, breathing slow and steady, Alex’s arm wrapped around him, holding him close. The TV played some random show in the background, but neither of them was paying attention. The world outside could wait. Right now, it was just them.

After a few minutes, Henry stirred, his voice soft and drowsy. “You know, in the movies, the prince usually rescues someone. Not the other way around.”

Alex smirked, pressing another kiss to the top of Henry’s head. “Well, this isn’t a movie. And besides, I've stormed castles for you, baby. I'll fight the devil and God for you.”

"I adore you." Henry smiled against Alex’s chest, his body finally relaxing fully, the fever pulling him deeper into sleep. Alex watched him, his heart full, a quiet sense of peace settling over him.

Alex leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Henry’s forehead, feeling the faint pulse of warmth beneath his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Alex whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. “Not ever.”

Henry stirred slightly in his sleep, a soft murmur escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake. Alex smiled, his heart full as he stood and quietly retrieved a few more blankets from the linen closet. He draped them gently over Henry’s sleeping form, making sure he was warm, comfortable, protected.

—☕️

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday :) :) :)

i have 3 wip docs open (help) but today y'all get some more proposal au currently titled "the full spectrum of human emotion" <3 here is the snippet i posted on sunday as well :) i wrote this between the hours of 2 - 4am so forgive any errors xoxo

Alex rolls his eyes. “You're gonna have to get used to me touching you, Henry. We're engaged. Our immigration officer is operating under the assumption that I’m literally inside you on a regular basis—” “Excuse me?” “—which means you can't squirm or freeze every time I hold your fucking hand.”   Henry’s jaw ticks. “Can we...erm...can we establish some ground rules?” His face is mildly terrified and paler than usual. Good. He should be. “Ground rules? It's PDA, not the fucking Olympics.” Alex is feeling less optimistic by the second. They’re so fucked.  “Alex, please.” Henry looks pained, and Alex feels only a little bit of pity. It’s not just his job on the line, it’s Henry’s livelihood too. “Fine. Nothing below the belt, hands where everyone can see them, and no tongue.” For now, his brain adds, like the traitorous bitch it is. “But I’m not going to jail on a goddamn felony charge because you can’t handle being a little handsy. We clear?”    Henry nods, face resolute. “Also, why would they assume it’s you inside me, and not the other way around?” Alex stares at him, unflinching. “Do you really want me to answer that question, sweetheart?”

sorry if i missed any posts already due to timezone and dashboard fuckery! but no pressure tagging @ninzied @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @onward--upward @nocoastposts @user-anakin @wordsofhoneydew @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @matherines @lizzie-bennetdarcy @celeritas2997 @dragonflylady77 @sherryvalli @gayrootvegetable @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @tinyarmedtrex and open tag to anyone else (i want to seeeeee) xoxoxo <3

[magicmelinoe]

Thank you so much for the tag, @sophie1973 - this is the first time I actually have something to share!

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Fall drifts into winter as the air turns from crisp to biting and Alex’s lucky streak ends. He shows up at the shelter during lunchtime one freezing day, tosses his long coat and a thick woolen scarf onto the next chair and starts handing out plates.

It’s not a regular thing, law school just doesn’t allow for that, but Henry appreciates any second of Alex close by either way.

Most of the kids have warmed up to him, some he has utterly captivated with his charm. Henry really can’t fault them. He’s proud to have a partner his kids feel comfortable with even when their experiences with adults range from disappointing to unimaginably heartbreaking.

So no, Henry isn’t surprised when Hazel trudges up to Alex, nose running and face flushed, and asks for a hug because he gives the best ones.

Without hesitation Alex agrees, jokes how convenient it is that absolutely nothing can get him sick, and lets Hazel cling to him for as long as she needs to.

Henry is equally not surprised, however, when he wakes up two days later to the sound of Alex blowing his nose.

“I suppose you jinxed yourself, love.”

“Oh god, shut up. I’m dying.”

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I'd love to tag someone but I don’t know too many people here yet. So if you’re reading this and you want to share some sentences, feel tagged. Or let me know if you want to be tagged in the future!

[itsmaybitheway]

WiP Wednesday 27/03

Thank you @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @dragonflylady77 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sunnysideprince and @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags <3<3<3

Your girl is still SUPER SICK so I’m leaving you a little snippet of my latest finished fic All The Fics Lead Back To You

The heavy duvet covering his shoulders does less to keep him warm and cozy than strong arms wrapped around him, the sturdy presence of Henry’s heartbeat, trapped in his chest, echoing in Alex’s back. “I love you, H. And I love how you love me. I love your words, they reach inside my soul, carve a place for themselves, and reside there forever.” He slurs thick with sleep. “I hope I can manage to express what I feel for you as well as you do before I die. I only have a lifetime to try.”

He hears Henry murmur into his ear before he lets sleep take him. “If I had known how a mere look from you could bend me to your liking; playing my heart, my body, my mind like a jester in your court, I still would have surrendered my entire being to your whims.”

As always keeping this an open tag + some no pressure attached tags below the cut 🤍

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[tailsbeth-writes]

Hiii! 👋 Hug prompt for you: FirstPrince + 14 ("Is this still hugging or does it count as cuddling?")

Now on Ao3 🫶🏻

Alex hadn't felt right since he woke up. The other side of the bed was empty, but Henry was due back today. Alex never slept properly when Henry was off on princely duties. But this morning his head felt extra fuzzy.

He made his way to the kitchen for his first cup of coffee, his neck was stiff and his limbs felt lethargic. Crap, was he coming down with something? David wagged his tail when he saw Alex come downstairs, already sipping water from his bowl.

'Morning Davey, I'm not feeling so hot today. Need a big hug from your dad.'

Alex went about their morning routine, but at half the usual speed. He added copious amounts of cinnamon to his coffee but his taste buds didn't seem to register it.

'Okay, I'm officially sick.' he muttered to himself, groaning into his coffee cup. He sent off a quick text to his study group, pulled on one of Henry's sweatshirts and curled up under a blanket on the couch. He checked the time and sent a text to Henry.

dying, need a hug

You're so dramatic, love. I'll be home in 20 minutes, give or take.

i'll remember that, gonna haunt your ass

Wow, I'm truly petrified.

Alex's brain felt like soup, his usual witty responses weren't coming to him. He felt his eyelids close without his permission and slipped into a light sleep

'Sweetheart, you're burning up.'

Alex woke slowly, the light felt like razor blades on his eyes. Henry's face was the first thing he saw, he gave him a dopey smile. The back of Henry's hand was on Alex's forehead, it felt cold and Alex felt himself leaning into it.

'How long have you been like this?'

'Woke up like this. I've taken some meds at... 9, I think. Fuck, could have been 8.'

Henry peeled his jacket off and started to loosen his tie as he got off the sofa. Alex pulled his arms from the blanket and started doing grabby hands in protest.

'Hugs. It's the only cure.'

Henry rolled his eyes affectionately and sat back down, he opened his arms up to Alex. Alex quickly wrapped himself around Henry, nuzzled his nose into his neck. He moaned in frustration.

'I can't even smell you. This is some bullshit.'

'You're going to be a fun patient, aren't you?'

'Look, whatever June told you she's exaggerating.'

'You tried to do a calculus test with the flu, you demon.'

'It was one ti-'

'Zahra had to drag you to bed when you were going to do a speech at a rally with tonsillitis.'

Alex's mouth was open but Henry gave him a disinterested stare. Alex grumbled as he put his head back into Henry's neck. He rubbed his cheek against the light stubble Henry had grown on his journey home. He shimmied the blanket off further so he could wrap his legs around Henry's waist. Henry's warmth seeped into him and he let out a little sigh

'Darling, is this still hugging or does it count as cuddling? You feel like a koala bear in a sauna quite frankly.'

Alex mumbled something but Henry couldn't make it out. He watched as Alex's back rose and fell, as his limbs got heavier and their grip slipped from Henry. Henry planted a kiss into Alex's slightly greasy hair, gripped onto his legs and carried him to their bedroom where he could hug or cuddle him back to health.

[welcometololaland]

TBR

My two crumbs of thought today are:

how terrible I have been at reading lately (I wish there was an extra 10 business hours in the day, minimum); and

how talented everyone is in the LS fandom and how lowkey mad it makes me (but in that way where you kinda want to squish everyone like a really, really adorable pet).

I have the following as must-reads in the next month or so (no promises because I unfortunately create a whole bunch of nonsensical rules for myself and one of those rules is that - unless I'm in the doc - I must leave thoughtful or completely unhinged comments. I have a brand, people).

PLEASE feel free to send me an ask, rb this, comment, legit anything and give me anything you've read recently that you love (even if it's not new!). I can't promise I'll get to them all but I love hyping people <3

say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair - @strandnreyes

The knave of Hearts . . . he said he'd steal no more - @liminalmemories21

Danger Zone - @heartstringsduet

meet me when the sun's out - @sunshinestrand

Chasers - @carlos-in-glasses

Punching Bag - @good-ways

From the Sidelines - @iboatedhere

redamancy (my love returned in full) - @howlingsaturn

Nova, Baby - @cha-melodius (not LS but need it in my veins)

Never a Guarantee - @clottedcreamfudge (also not LS but also need it in my veins and been PATIENTLY waiting for its completion so the angst doesn't kill me)

Aged Like a Fine Wine - @three-drink-amy (also not LS but I waited for its completion so the angst didn't kill me and now i'm behind)

see also: whenever @rmd-writes or @reyescarlos decide to bless me with their WIPs I am THERE.

[tellmegoodbye]

Welcome to week 2 of the Countdown to Season Five Music Mondays! This week's themes are Redemption and Owen & Tommy. If you don't have anything for these themes you can still participate in the tag as normal.

Once again, thank you to @lonestar-s5countdown for setting up this event and these themes.

Today I am sharing a few of my favorite songs from the playlist for my upcoming fic!

For these songs I'm thinking about 4x18 (and s5 👀) Carlos, how he stepped away from his obsession and chose love instead. We know this story isn't over for him, but overall it is a redemption story. It's about him and TK fighting through all of this and coming out of it stronger than ever as husbands.

Overcome - Nothing But Thieves

Bringer of the calm, your arms wrapped around when the fever took Thought I was gone for good, you brought me back

I've been thinkin', babe, maybe you're right When you said the pain weathers in time We're just waitin' for a change to follow We don't always get all that we want Redefine the pain to somethin' more And we shall overcome, as we've done before

Sleep Deprivation - Chance Peña

I've been on a mission I won't stop till I'm done I toss and turn almost every night I pray to God I'm doing right By all my family's wishes Lord knows I miss them Their love outshines the sun

So when I break down I list off the reasons I'm here and I'm still breathing I'm hanging on Try to break ground, make way for tomorrow I'll find a way through the sorrow One day at a time

Promises I Can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

What's the difference between a loss and a forfeit I tried to make it better, but I made it more sick I tried to make it right, now awake at night I know reality was getting in the way

I used to think that I knew who I was Never saw it coming unglued I used to think that I knew who I was Now it's time to see if it's true

I had so much certainty Til that moment I lost control And I've tried but it never was up to me I've got no worse enemy Than the fear of what's still unknown And the time's come to realize there will be Promises I can't keep

I Am Not Who I Was - Chance Peña

You keep me steady on the ground When my head's lost in the clouds That spotlight, though it shines bright Could never drown you out I know it's hard when I'm away I'll just hope you don't lose faith 'Cause I told the truth when I said to you That I'll be back someday

So if I fly too far Will I still have a place inside your heart? And when you've seen what I've become Will you love me for who I am, not who I was?

Back To One - O.A.R

I see you there, but you don't look right You got a ten-mile stare in your eyes tonight Time ain't fair, like it used to be

Don't look back, you'll never find your way There's a million different people Who break the same way When everything has come undone We got to bring it back to one

I know forever always asks so much Don't you let it scare you, don't you lose your touch When your still waters start to run, bring it back to one

Tags!

@strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @herefortarlos

@carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @literateowl @paperstorm @guardian-angle22

@whatsintheboxmh @fitzherbertssmolder @mrs-corrections-78 @murdersansy @firstprince-history-huh

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@theghostofashton @alrightbuckaroo @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @tailoredshirt

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@goodways @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @decafdino @lightningboltreader

+ open tag

[iboatedhere]

“The third thing that I’m better at than you. You only named two. Caffeine consumption does not count. I need the third unless you can’t think of one.”

Henry leans on the railing and looks down. “You seem to like me.”

No because this. This is DEVESTATING. I think I've probably read you set the tone about 10 times now and everytime this line is like a gut punch because Henry is basically saying he doesn't like himself and Alex is better at liking Henry than Henry is at liking himself and I just think that is so so sad. Your writing is pure genius like this is so poetic and this fic is so incredible because it can be so funny and feel good and lovely on the surface (when we take away the illness and sick/ dying patients and concentrate on the yummy firstprince dynamics) but it's also so heartbreaking and sad at times, there's a reason I keep going back to it and it is because you've just created the balance between the two so perfectly!

Sorry it took me so long to answer this but it wouldn't let me do it on mobile for some reason.

Thank you so so much for reading You Set The Tone, it's probably my favorite fic I've ever written and I love finding out what bits resonate with people.

Poor, sweet Henry. If there's one thing about me, I'm gonna find the saddest, loneliest character and attach myself to them like my life depends on it.

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Disaster Week! [Previous recs can be found in the #lemon’s monthly fics tag which tumblr is not allowing me to link! 🍋]

Sharing some of my favorite disaster-themed & Nancy & Mateo fics for @lonestar-s5countdown

Bad Call by Dekka - When the 126 is called to a mass casualty event and paramedics are spread thin, Tommy partners TK off with Marjan, Judd, and Carlos to help aid in patient care.

A safe distance by @tailoredshirt - TK is left traumatized after he risks his life to save Carlos during a mass shooting. In the aftermath, he is forced to confront the reality of their breakup and his fears of the future. aka Carlos nearly dies and TK gets by with a little help from his friends (and family)

Green Eyes, Blue Skies by @wandering-night19 - When Carlos is tasked with uncovering the dump site of a serial killer on death row his biggest concern was being apart from TK for three months. But when a prison break goes awry, his biggest concern is TK being caught in the middle.

Giving up Ground by dancer_me - [note: this is a 911 crossover, but you can skip the 911 parts (as I did) and still enjoy!] TK is back in Texas. Carlos wants to live with him, he has a close friend in Buck, and life is good. That is, until some bad weather causes road rage in Austin, and TK finds that objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

Dost thou eat most well? by @tailoredshirt - Owen stabbed at his salad. "If you get sick later, do not come crying to me." Mateo picked up a different slice of pizza with what looked to be cut-up pieces of hot dogs. "Or maybe I'm the one that's going to be sick."—Owen and Mateo eat at Swords and Slices.

Carry You by @marjansmarwani - One moment you were searching a house with your friend, looking for a missing kid, and then the next everything went wrong. Things could turn from routine to disastrous in an instant and what side of the disaster you were on simply depended on luck and the whim of the universe. Today, it was in Mateo’s favor. The same could not be said for TK.

Leaving Pieces of Me Behind by TearsThisSideofHeaven - “He’s where?” Even over speaker phone, the incredulity in TK’s voice is obvious. - “The South Texas Detention Complex,” Carlos recites as he maneuvers his way through the tail end of rush hour traffic heading south out of Austin. - “What the fuck,” TK says, “Why.”

(Des)esperanza by TearsThisSideofHeaven - Carlos gives it a good hour or so of driving and small talk before broaching the subject of why he and Mateo are really here, taking an eight-hour road trip across west Texas on a Friday morning.

And if you will allow a Nancy fic of my own!! 😊

Call Me If You Get Lost - Canon divergence if TK and Carlos found out about Nancy and Mateo in a different, much more chaotic way!

Tagging some folks in to make some recommendations of their own if they’d like: @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @emsprovisions @eclectic-sassycoweyes @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @chicgeekgirl89 @decafdino @certifiedflower @guardian-angle22 @goldenskykaysani @herefortarlos @just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @kiwichaeng @literateowl @messymindofmine @never-blooms @reeeallygood @she-walked-away @whatsintheboxmh @literateowl @goldenskykaysani

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince Canon Compliant Recs

Click below for some of my favorite fics that are book and/or movie canon compliant!

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.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

Master List of Recommendations

[agame-writes]

Thanks @kiwiana-writes for the early morning tag! Kids are sick and husband is recovering from his vasectomy but nothing can hold this girl back.

Here’s a little something new! We’ll call this 7-ish lines Sunday. Title and song lyrics by Vance Joy (if you haven’t seen the music video, go do yourself a favor. TW it’s a bit sad. Our boys will have a happy ending in my fic though, don't even worry about it 😉)

#underage but nothing happens just Henry being horny

...

From Afar

“You told me ‘boy look the other way’” He was glad he had Alex to himself before the rest of the party showed up. The pair ran down the steep hill of Alex’s lake house, as they’d done every day for every summer Henry could remember. Every June, as the livewire he had grown up with grew more lithe, more muscular, even — dare he say it — taller. Every July, as the boy’s curls grew more and more unruly. Every summer, as Henry forced himself to look the other way, as his gran had told him countless times. He pulled himself back to focus. Alex was still a head shorter, but he was giving him a run for his money as he careened down the hill toward the lake, cradling a football in one arm. A momentary lapse in judgment, fueled by a competitive spirit that came with being 16 years old, found Henry hurtling Alex to the ground. The two of them panted, Henry’s knees outstretched on either side of Alex’s as he pinned him down.

“You told me ‘boy hide those hands’” He felt his traitorous body begin to catch up to the situation. Yet another thing that came with being 16 years old. He was usually so careful. “that's not the way Ah that's just not the way that friends behave” He pushed himself off of Alex, up to his feet, before the hair-trigger below his swimsuit could betray him. It didn’t take much when it came to Alex. He cleared his throat.

...

Sending good vibes out to some of my lovely fellow weirdos: @everwitch-magiks @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @itsmaybitheway @jamilas-pen @onthewaytosomewhere @orchidscript @porcelainmortal @welcometololaland @zwiazdziarka

And an open tag to anyone else with firstprince stuff I can drool over this week!

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @nancygillianmvp @welcometololaland @honeybee-taskforce 💝

This is also Work Is Published Wednesday because I just posted the latest chapter of my TK and Sophie fic - here is a morsel -

2011-

TK poked his head out of his room to assess everyone’s location. Enzo was in the kitchen, and Gwyn was on her laptop at the kitchen counter. Neither were particularly close, but TK also really didn’t want either of them to hear the following conversation.

“Come in quick,” he whispered. Sophie rolled her eyes at him as she went into his room. She didn’t sit down, though. She stayed standing, leaning on his desk.

“Okay,” TK said after he had closed the door. “Go ahead”.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sophie asked. TK thought about reminding her what Gwyn would say if she heard that, but decided against it. “Carson came up to me after lunch,” Sophie told him. “He was so worried. ‘I haven’t seen TK all day. Is he alright?’”

“What’d you tell him?” TK asked.

“That you were sick”. Sophie sighed. “And he was really worried. So I didn’t tell him the truth. That you had begged me to call you out so the two of you could spend the day skipping school”. She looked at TK expectantly, in a way that very much reminded TK of their mother.

“Which, thank you again,” TK said. “For doing that”. There was a moment of silence between them.

“That’s it?” Sophie asked. “TK, you told me that you were hanging out with Carson. Carson was in school. Where were you?”

“I was… around”. TK said. “Look, Soph, there are certain things you don’t need to know about. This is grownup stuff”.

“TK”. His sister came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “You dumbass. You are not a grownup”.

“I’m as good as one,” TK shot back. “And neither are you”.

Sophie blinked. “I’m not pretending to be. Although I did go to school and get myself home today, so I’m closer than Mom seems to think”.

“You got yourself home?” TK said.

“Well, I usually go home with my brother,” Sophie said in a tone dripping with sarcasm, “but I seem to have misplaced him today”. 

Read on AO3 what happens next -

No pressure tagging - I tag @sznofthesticks @anewkindofme @carlos-in-glasses @dreamingofmickeywaffles @actualalligator

@lemonlyman-dotcom @heartstringsduet @liminalmemories21 @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @chicgeekgirl89 @chaotictarlos @carlos-tk @herefortarlos @mikibwrites @doublel27 @literateowl @freneticfloetry

@lightningboltreader @birdclowns @goodways @bonheur-cafe @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@thebumblecee @tarlos4eva @happilylovingchaos @kiwichaeng @jesuisici33 @kiankiwi @celeritas2997

@lochnesswriter @snowviolettwhite ite @meyli-vaisyl @eclectic-sassycoweyes @sugdenlovesdingle @tailoredshirt and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶

[inexplicablymine]

2023 Writing Roundup

Thank you to @welcometololaland @cha-melodius @kiwiana-writes @three-drink-amy and @rmd-writes @orchidscript for the tags, it was a fruitful year for my first toe dip into fanfic ~ and it will end with quite the bang as well (hence why I’m putting off my 2023 fic wrapped until at least January 1st).

July

No Sense or Sensibility (RWRB, T, 5K)

How to win the newlywed game with your best friend with whom you are not even dating (yet)

Uncut Not Uncultured (RWRB, E, 6K)

Alex never thought about if Henry was uncut down there… but now it’s all he can think about

August

The month in which I disappeared from all internet for three weeks to enjoy one of my other loves in this life with no service!

September

- Mr BodyPillow (RWRB, T, 21K)

The adventures of Ace Alex finding love, cuddles, and assurance from Henry

October

- They Were Tentmates! (RWRB, M, 4K)

What happens when you are forced to share a tent (and a sleeping bag) with your nemesis

- Because I’m a Scoundrel (RWRB, E, 8K)

Olympic athletes! TIME Gala at the White House! Mistaken couples costumes!

November

- Mr Party Hardy (RWRB, T, 7K)

A Mr. BodyPillow follow up exploring Alex’s relationships with parties pre and post Henry

- Minty Fresh (RWRB, G, 2K)

An illustrated story of their relationship to proposal one gum wrapper at a time

- No Nut November (RWRB, E, 10K)

Can the boys survive No Nut November? Not without a lot of innuendos that’s for sure.

December

- No Laughing Matter (RWRB, T, 3K)

Alex is the dental hygienist who helps with Henry’s Wisdom Teeth removal. It’s just as funny as you imagine.

To be posted before the end of the year :)

Super Six and the Sirens Call (RWRB, T, 111K, 20th)

Camp Halfblood meet the Super Six, a quest of the likes you have never seen before

Not So Silent Night (RWRB, E, TBD, 21st)

Alex is sick and tired of his piano playing neighbor, but what happens when they get stuck in an apartment together on the longest night of the year?

Messiah (RWRB, M, TBD, 25th)

Two boys, two instruments, two churches. Midnight mass and a very religious experience between the two of them

Fifteen Hours Till Forever (RWRB, M, TBD, 25th)

A firstprince canon compliant wedding weekend

Balls to the Wall (RWRB, T, TBD, 26th)

The story of how Alex spent a night in college in the drunk tank… even though he was never drunk

Glitter Bomb (RWRB, E, TBD, 27th)

Alex comes wrapped in a bow for Henry… and in some glitter

Where Is My SuperSuit (RWRB, M, TBD, 28th)

A four way love square between two super powered idiots

3/4th Cup of Love (RWRB, E, TBD, 29th)

What really happened in the kitchen when Alex taught Henry how to make those quiches

Sleeping Beauties (RWRB, M, TBD, 30th)

Alex and Henry attend the 2024 Met Gala as the muses of world class designer Pez Okonjo

Halfway There (RWRB, T, TBD, 31st)

Canon compliant demiromantic Alex realization contemplation and conversation

So much still happening!!! Will end the year with a whopping 19 fics and over 100K words shared. Spectacular.

An open tag but also tagging some lovely people to share what a year they have had!!

@adinarj @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @alasse9 @clottedcreamfudge @celaestis1 @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @celeritas2997 @cultofsappho @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hillerskas @heybuddy-drabbles @iboatedhere @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @jackwolfes @kill8a @lem0nademouth @littlemisskittentoes @nontoxic-writes @pirates-against-heterosexuality @roseapothecary @rockyroadkylers @read-and-write- @smc-27 @saintlynomenclature @three-drink-amy @tintagel-or-cockleshells @thinkof-england @vonpeepsisback @wordsofhoneydew @xthelastknownsurvivorx @zwiazdziarka

[heymacy]

(sorry i’m late) — hello pals and welcome back to weekly tag game wednesday! i’m your host (this week) macy and for Valentine's Day this year we’re focusing on 💘LOVE💘

name: macy mouse 🐭

where the heck are ya? it's a city that's exciting it's a city that's inviting it's a city for a woman just like meeeeeeee

do you believe in love at first sight? not at first sight, no, but i do believe love can develop very very quickly!

do you believe in soulmates? indeed i do, both romantic and platonic (and i'm lucky enough to have found mine)

what’s a song you’ve been loving? "cry wolf" by luna shadows

how about a show you’ve been loving? i'm rewatching chilling adventures of sabrina and it's just as delightful and dark and twisted as always

your ultimate OTP: it will always be gallavich. in fact i've been feeling that familiar pull lately, we'll see where it takes us (firstprince is biting their ankles)

your comfort book: probably red, white, and royal blue at the moment but ultimately probably the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): paragraphs by @palepinkgoat became an all-time favorite of mine SO quickly! also you can bite me by @goodkwuestion is a classic and brings me such joy! (also for my followers in the RWRB fandom, and history remembered is the most fun i've had with a fanfic in ages!)

a trope that captures your heart: enemies to lovers

favorite candy: reeses!

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark, all the way

romance novels or thrillers? ROMANCE

pink or red? depends on my mood but usually pink!

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! i may not be as active as i once was (both in general and in the fandom) but this corner of the internet has been my saving grace and safe space for the last several years and i am so, so thankful for you all! 💛

i’m tagging @gardenerian, @palepinkgoat, @deedala, @energievie, @mybrainismelted, @michellemisfit, @darlingian, @jrooc, @tanktopgallavich, @suchagallabitch, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @callivich, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @metalheadmickey, @heymrspatel, @whatwouldmickeydo, @howlinchickhowl, @gallawitchxx, @creepkinginc, @arrowflier, @crossmydna, @too-schoolforcool, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @rereadanon, @suzy-queued, @thisdivorce, @y0itsbri, @pomegran4te, @sxltburn, @vintagelacerosette, @grumble-fish, & @captainjowl ✨

[priincebutt]

Alright y'all. I had a very busy Sunday so y'all are getting some of an older fic that is still one of my proudest pieces. Thank you forever and always to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @wordsofhoneydew , @getmehighonmagic , @anincompletelist , @piratefalls , @firstprinces , @sunnysideprince , @firenati0n , @onthewaytosomewhere , @forever-fixating and @heybuddy-drabbles for the tags! So, this is a small bit from my cancer fic I wrote, the cold came, the dark days, a while ago, and that's still one of my proudest pieces I've written to date. It was pre-tumblr so I didn't really post it here, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to post it!

And so after Alex unhooks Henry from the chemo bag, once Alex has checked out with his supervisors and Henry’s kissed his mum and dad goodbye, they head to Alex’s car, a refurbished tan Jeep with no doors and no roof, and Henry throws his head back and laughs, because of course Alex drives a car with no boundaries. He climbs into the passenger seat and sits tall, something he doesn’t feel like he’s done in weeks, and sheds the weight of the hospital as Alex pulls out onto the interstate. The wind whips around them, and Henry feels a little bit like he’s flying as the soar on the interstate. He cries out when Bowie comes on the radio and cranks the volume, and the look Alex gives him… well. It definitely licks the envelope and seals their fate. He isn’t just some sick boy when Alex looks at him – he’s alive, and he’s feeling things, and goddamnit, it tastes so good to feel this free again. So Henry throws his head back and sings. He sings his lungs out, screams the lyrics until his throat feels raw with a passion he hasn’t experienced in months. "We like dancing and we look divine, you love bands when they're playing hard, you want more and you want it fast, they put you down, they say I'm wrong. You tacky thing, you put them on. Rebel rebel…”

Leaving this tag open because I'm on the tail end of today, so please utilize this open tag if you wanna post for today!

[tellmegoodbye]

In case you didn't see, I have updated the original post and added a new playlist to the mix. We now have a total of three playlists!

The new playlist will be specifically fanfic related songs, so I thought that would be a fitting theme for the week.

Rain - Sleep Token

And just like the rain You cast the dust into nothing And wash out the salt from my hands So touch me again I feel my shadow dissolving Will you cleanse me with pleasure?

Nobody can say for certain If maybe it's all just a game When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name

When I was reading by Rain on Me by @ironheartwriter I immediately thought of this song! This fic is so beautiful and really highlights just how much TK and Carlos love each other. I love Rain for this fic because not only is there a consistent theme going on here, but it's also ultimately a (very euphemistic) song about, well...sex, but also about loving someone with everything you have.

Disclaimer: Sleep Token's lyrics are notoriously difficult to interpret. This is just MY take.

The Beach - The Neighbourhood

If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say? If I told you that I hated you Would you go away?

I'm sick, and I'm tired too I can admit, I am not fireproof I feel it burning me I feel it burning you I hope I don't murder me I hope I don't burden you

Swim with me I think I could see the beach I know what's underneath I need you here with me But we're out in the open

I've been absolutely obsessed with the fic So Much For Summer Love by @strandnreyes. I came across this song again recently, and it reminded me of that initial nerve-wracking period of just getting into a new relationship and being scared of your feelings. It definitely reminded me of Carlos in this fic, who has had to face a lot of his fears over the course of the story. It also reminds me of chapters 10 and 11 specifically but I wont spoil anything. You'll just have to go read it!

Tags!

@strandnreyes @ironheartwriter @lemonlyman-dotcom @heartstringsduet @goodways

@herefortarlos @emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi @nancys-braids @captain-gillian

@bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @literateowl @carlos-tk @reeeallygood

@firstprince-history-huh @messymindofmine @fandomswonderland @paperstorm @guardian-angle22