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#16, Alex/Henry?

(Also requested by @firenati0n. I feel like there were two obvious options for this one: post-leaks in canon, or post-rescue mission of some kind. You can probably guess which one I chose. 😂 read all the hug ficlets)

Firstprince, 16: The “it’s okay, I’m here” hug.

Add’l note: This is more or less a tiny sequel to So Close to Something Better Left Unknown. You don’t have to have read the fic to read this ficlet, but it does contain minor spoilers for the very end of said fic.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

When Henry gave him the watch, it was half a joke and half because Henry’s in love with him and his hopeless heart latched onto the slim chance to keep an eye on him, at least from a distance. He’d expected Alex to leave it behind, or disable the tracker, or at the very least not wear it, but as far as he can tell, Alex had done none of those things. The tracker bops around the globe, giving Henry far too much information on CIA missions merely through its location. Not that Henry would ever pass on that information to his own agency, or anyone else for that matter.

That Alex trusted him not to, to keep his secrets… Well, it means a lot.

He assumed that at some point his own work would bring him within striking distance of Alex again, and he’d make use of the tracker to find him and… oh, hell, he doesn’t know. Say hello? It sounds absurd for a spy, but it’s pretty much all he could hope for. But before that happens, the tracker gets stuck for a week in a remote part of Guatemala, and Henry starts to get worried. Maybe Alex just lost the watch, or abandoned it for some reason. That’s the most reasonable explanation. Even so, Henry quietly requests recent satellite images of that area and zooms all the way in on the watch’s coordinates.

It’s a high-security compound of some sort. Not good.

He tries not to let his imagination run wild. The tracker he’d left in the watch is extremely high resolution, and he watches it occasionally move around the compound, as if someone was wearing it, though mostly it stays in one place. Alex could have traded it or gifted it as part of an operation; it was a valuable watch, after all. Still, it nags at Henry. He’s not going to be able to rest until he finds out what actually happened. The most straightforward way would be simply asking, but he has no way of contacting Alex except a burner phone he has no reason to believe Alex would be monitoring.

He sends a message anyway, but after a few days without a response, he can’t take it anymore.

It’s completely mad, he knows it is, but he makes up an excuse about tracking down a lead on a long-cold operation and books a ticket to Guatemala City. He covertly watches the outside of the compound for three days, keeping track of the men who come and go, and sends photos of them to Bea with a request to run facial recognition and not ask any questions. (She does, of course, but she doesn’t push, even when they come back with the names of some very bad people.)

Finally, once the compound’s primary resident leaves and takes with him what should be the majority of his armed muscle, Henry makes his move. The watch is still inside, and Henry follows the tracker’s signal down into the basement of an outbuilding, taking out a handful of guards with tranquilizers as he goes. The building is dark and dank, and the series of locked metal doors he finds do nothing to help the cold, hard knot that’s settled into his stomach. His hands don’t shake as he picks the lock on the one the watch is resting behind, but that careful composure slips when the door finally swings open to reveal a miserable lump curled on a thin mattress, a head of matted curls just visible through the murky darkness.

Alex flinches away when Henry first reaches out for him, scrambling into the corner, but then his eyes land on Henry and his mouth drops open. He blinks rapidly, scrubs frantically at his eyes, and blinks again.

“Henry?” he croaks in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you, love,” Henry tells him, holding his hands out in front of him as he slowly moves closer. “I’ve come to get you.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then Alex surges toward him. Henry almost shies away himself, unsure of what Alex means to do, but then Alex is grabbing him and wrapping him up in a hug so tight it squeezes the air out of Henry’s lungs, and Henry can do nothing else but curl his arms around the trembling man now occupying his lap.

“It’s ok, I’m here,” he murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand down Alex’s back.

“How?” Alex chokes out. “How did you…?”

His voice trails off as he raises his left arm and looks at his own wrist, where a bit of watch strap peeks out beyond the filthy cuff of his shirt. Inexplicably, his captors had let him keep it, though that becomes more understandable when his sleeve slips further down and Henry sees how he’s smeared it with mud. The exquisite Patek Philippe now looks like a beaten up piece of junk.

“I didn’t want to lose it,” Alex says, his voice cracking over the syllables. He drops his arm and tries to bury his face in Henry’s chest. “That probably sounds dumb.”

“No, love, it doesn’t,” Henry says, holding him tighter. It’s torture to pull away, but eventually he must. “Come on,” he says, tipping Alex’s chin, now covered in a scraggly beard, up so their eyes meet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

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Hi, I really love art of Alex and Henry kissing with the scarfs and stuff you posted on Insta in November. Any chance you could post it here too? Thank you either way 😊

Have some kisses here too :)

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❤️⭐️🍀😎

❤️ - I adore you. (i totally missed this one off for you omgg adding it onto to your list!!!!) ⭐️- Let’s lay under the stars sometime. 🍀- I’m so lucky to have met you. 😎- You’re really cool.

thank you!!!!!! 🫶

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WICKED (2024) — dir. Jon M. Chu

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Emoji Feelings Ask Meme

❤️ - I adore you.

💗- I have this small crush on you.

💜- You bore me, but I still love you.

📌- You’re a pain in the keister.

👀- I stalk you.

⭐️- Let’s lay under the stars sometime.

✨- You’re all I can think about.

🌦- You’re the sunshine on my rainy days.

🎃- You’re such a slut for Halloween.

🌸- We don’t talk at all, but I admire you.

🍀- I’m so lucky to have met you.

🐾- You’re a furry.

😻- Care for a yiff?

😴- I’m so tired of you.

🤐- I trust you with all my secrets.

🤗- You’re my favorite person.

😎- You’re really cool.

🤓- You’re a fucking nerd.

😒- You’re alright I guess.

😱- I wish I could know more about you.

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sara hug prompts is wonderful!! so here goes 💚💚

southern philanthropy maybe? (or firstprince if that vibes for ya better) for:

15. The hug where they’re standing between your legs while you’re sitting on an elevated platform of sorts, their front pressed against yours, their arms around your waist; face buried on your neck.

(Ok, I did do Southern Philanthropy for the hug part, though it's from an outsider perspective and, er, less about them than you might have expected. 😅 I hope you enjoy anyway! hug ficlet prompts; read all the hug ficlets)

15. The hug where they’re standing between your legs while you’re sitting on an elevated platform

It had been a rough game. Too many mistakes on their part, too many dirty plays by the other team that went uncalled by the refs, too many moments where they just weren’t clicking. It happens, they’ll move on, but the mood as they file into the locker room afterward is decidedly sombre.

Then there’s Liam, just visible through the open door to the training room, sitting on an exam table with his head bent dejectedly toward the floor. He’d taken a bad fall late in the game and hadn’t returned before the end, even to the bench. Now, there’s a massive bundle of ice strapped to his left shoulder. A few of the other guys call out to him and he tells them it’s nothing in an extremely unconvincing tone of voice.

No one ventures into the training room, unwilling to face Zahra’s wrath for intruding on her domain without permission. No one but Pez, who practically sprints through the door the moment he spots Liam sitting there. He inserts himself between Liam’s knees and rests his hands on Liam’s hips, staring up into Liam’s eyes with worry etched on his face. As Henry watches, they exchange a few words and Liam tugs him into a hug with his good arm, and Pez’s arms wind around his waist as he buries his face in Liam’s neck. They practically melt into each other, tension unspooling from both their bodies.

Henry’s happy for them, truly, happy that they found this in each other, but it makes his heart ache, just a little. He’s even happier that the team environment is such that they don’t have to hide. Not that they’re usually this affectionate with each other when they’re here, but still, everyone knows.

Or, he thought everyone knew.

“Uh,” a familiar voice says as someone takes a seat on the bench beside him. “Is that—”

Henry cocks an eyebrow as he looks over at Alex, who’s staring at Liam and Pez like he’s just seen a ghost. He waits for a conclusion to that question, but it never comes. “Hm?” he prompts eventually.

Alex licks his lips and tears his gaze away from the couple, something frantic in his eyes. If Henry didn’t know better, he’d say Alex was being homophobic, but his sister’s got a girlfriend. Hell, he fought for the team to be allowed to wear Pride gear this year.

“Just— Are they—?” Alex stammers out.

“They are,” Henry answers the fragmented question. Then, because he can’t help it, he adds, “Problem?”

“What? No,” Alex says vehemently, his eyes skittering from Henry to the training room and back again. “It’s just— Liam is gay?”

Oh, Henry thinks, fuck. Does Alex have a crush on him? Is that what this is? Alex calls himself an Ally, loudly, but he also vocally thirsts over hot guys, even more than Henry does. Henry’s never allowed himself to seriously contemplate that Alex might not be straight, for his own mental health. Finding out he might not be because he likes one of their teammates would be fairly devastating.

“Yes, he is,” Henry answers slowly. He frowns. “Did you really not know?”

Alex gulps. “No. He never—” He cuts off with a shake of his head. “Fuck. I— I gotta go. Later, H.”

With that, he takes off like a shot, leaving Henry more than a little confused and wondering if he’ll ever find out what caused that reaction.

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Sean Teale as Tristan Silva Doctor Odyssey, S01E02 - Singles Week

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ | 📧 Support@CaliforniaStrong.org

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You don't have to do that. I know, that's what makes me so nice.

ARIANA GRANDE-BUTERA as GALINDA UPLAND in Wicked (2024)

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He does this thing when he's worried, furrows his eyebrows. It's the cutest thing.

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EMILY BADER My Lady Jane (2024) I Episode 2

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ in 2024 ❀ Everything I have now is everything I wished for five years ago, ten years ago, and I think we can get caught up in the haves and the have nots, and I wish I had this and I wish I had that. I think the wishing is cool, as long as you stay grateful.

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Toss Toss!

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glinda upland and elphaba thropp + onion headlines (part one)

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"I know, like, objectively, on a fucking graphing calculator, it sounds like a huge embarrassing crush. But, ugh. I don't know! He was my sworn enemy until a couple months ago, and then we were friends, I guess, and now he's kissed me, and I don't know what we…are."

"Uh-huh," Nora says.

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