#reading rwrb

[ki-flor]

They're so stupid I love them

[thecrimsondandelion]

I really hope the turkey scene is in the movie “befriend the turkey” “buy a summer home in Majorca with the turkey”

[spiritandthephantoms]

You are an icon, a legend, and you are the moment.

not me picking a Red, White and Royal Blue line as my yearbook quote ,, history, huh? i bet we could make some

[noodles-and-tea]

WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SO BACK

[firstprinced]

[yrsonpurpose]

Deep down you’re a gigantic, sappy, embarrassing romantic who just wants the happily ever after.

[shirmirart]

after zahra finds out...

[voidstilesplease]

swearing is basic. at this point in my life, only a few things faze me anymore. "I hope that 200k, 55 chapters ongoing fic on AO3 that you're religiously waiting to update weekly gets abandoned by the author." LE GASP. you sorry exCUSE of a CUNT—

[xieliancore]

firstprince doodle!!

[lucky-clover-gazette]

captive prince series to damen:

captive prince series to laurent:

[rockingtheorange]

They're still so Henry and Alex coded🥴✨

RWRB cast at the PrimeFYC panel (by @/jfuentes on ig)

[ki-flor]

Gay people?!

[thecrimsondandelion]

Okay but damn the saucy scenes in this book 👀👀👀👀👀

The polo scene??????

[kazbiter]

this email and the fact he was writing him literal poetry. like this is not really an email it is not really a letter it is almost entirely a piece of poetry that alex writes about the way that he loves him. the way he loves henry. henry with the great passion for queer poetry. henry who dreams of the anthology he didn't know he would get the chance to write yet. hello.

[cha-melodius]

Oh hi, I'm here to submit a hug prompt 🙂

Firstprince, #19 please

(also for @thesleepyskipper. Pls have a little grad students? postdocs? idk some vague academia AU. hug ficlet prompts; read all the hug ficlets)

19. The “good fucking God, I’m so excited to see you” hug.

Seven months. That’s how long it’s been.

Henry hadn’t believed him when Alex announced that he was taking a research position overwintering at McMurdo Station. In bloody Antarctica. Alex, who complains every time it gets below 5°C in New York. Alex, who hates being cooped up. Alex, who adores the sun. Yes, it was a highly selective position, and one that would certainly solidify Alex’s place in the field, but it had been hard not to feel like Alex was doing it to get away from him. Especially after—

Well.

After that rooftop party when they’d gotten drunk and Henry had kissed him, then run away when he realized what he’d done. They’d both pretended not to remember the next day, but Henry was certain Alex had just been trying to spare his feelings. The Antarctica announcement had come shortly after that, the timing too suspicious to be coincidental. But Alex had also made Henry promise to video call with him regularly—“to keep him from losing his mind,” in his words—and surprisingly enough, they had done just that. Alex’s time and access to the internet were limited, so whenever he called, Henry dropped whatever he was doing to talk for as long as Alex could spare. He’d listen to Alex complain about the cold and wax lyrical about his research in equal measure, then dutifully report on departmental gossip and David’s latest antics, and it was wonderfully, beautifully easy between them.

Henry wouldn’t have believed it were possible, but he’d fallen even more in love with Alex over that pixelated video feed and a flurry of back-and-forth emails, one week at a time. By the end of seven months, there was no question that his feelings were reciprocated. Not with the way Alex’s face would light up every time the video connected. Not with the way that their conversations became more intimate, sharing their deepest hopes and fears. Maybe they hadn’t said the words, but Henry could feel them, all the way from the other side of the globe.

Flying down to Chile to meet Alex’s ship at the end of the season was probably a little overboard, especially since Alex doesn’t know he’s here, but Henry can’t wait any longer. His nervousness sizzles under his skin and buzzes in his ears, but it all falls away the moment Alex turns the corner and walks into the area where a smattering of others are waiting for the overwinterers to disembark. He’s thinner than he was when he left New York, his usually warm bronze skin oddly sallow after half a year without the sun, but even so, somehow he’s even more gorgeous than when he left, and Henry’s breath catches in his throat.

Alex’s eyes sweep idly across the gathered crowd. He’s not expecting anyone. Then they land on Henry, and he stops dead, ignoring the dirty looks he gets from the people walking behind him. His face is slack in shock, mouth hanging open. Henry hasn’t taken a breath in what feels like several minutes.

Then Alex drops his duffle bag on the floor and takes off at a sprint toward him, and Henry catches him, nearly lifting Alex off the ground as Alex throws his arms around his neck and buries his face in Henry’s shoulder. It takes Henry a moment to realize he’s shaking, his gasping breaths shuddering through his body as he holds on for dear life.

“You asshole,” Alex nearly sobs into his chest, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming. I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I had to,” Henry says helplessly. “I had to see you, love.”

Finally, Alex pulls his head back. His long eyelashes are suspiciously wet. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here.”

And this time, when Henry kisses him, he knows neither of them will ever forget it.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

An Zhe/Lu Feng- Little Mushroom by Shisi

Luo Wenzhou/Fei Du- Silent Reading/Mo Du by Priest

Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor- Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston