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yrsonpurpose · 8 months

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When I was a boy, my father used to bring me here. Early in the morning before the museum opened. Now I like to come at night. In here, at night, no one else is around to gawk at you or try and take your picture. You can slip between the statues like a shadow. When I was younger, I would dream of taking somebody I loved here. And he'd love it as much as I did. And we'd dance right here amidst all these statues. Just a daft pubescent fantasy. Please be patient with me, and I promise I will try and be brave for us. Because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you, and my love for you. History, huh? Bet we could make some.

#rwrb #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #usersteen #usernuria #usermaloune #userveronika #chrissiewatts #userninz #userlang #mine*#ever feel like crying #dont think about the fact the security images got leaked #alex guiding henry's hand straight into his hair bc he knows he likes it #im fine thats absolutely fine #henry was looking at the statues but alex was only looking at henry and to me thats cinema

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tashidunkan · 2 months

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"Henry’s still looking up at the statue, but Alex can’t stop looking at him and the sly smile on his face, lost in his own thoughts. “And James’s son, Charles I, is the reason we have dear Samson. (...) One of the most beautiful pieces we own, and we didn’t even steal it. We only needed Villiers and his trolloping ways with the queer monarchs. To me, if there were a registry of national gay landmarks in Britain, Samson would be on it.” Henry’s beaming like a proud parent, like Samson is his, and Alex is hit with a wave of pride in kind." — Red, White & Royal Blue, Chapter 10

#mary and george #mary & george #rwrb #red white and royal blue #nicholas galitzine #tony curran #maryandgeorgeedit #rwrbedit #perioddramaedit #myedits #inspired by the fact that james died on alex's birthday which blew my tiny mind #the connection between these guys continues to be the most insane thing #*julianne moore voice* “HE'S MENTIONED IN IT??”

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beautifulhigh · 9 months

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Welcome to the next edition of Jen's meta ramblings

I have watched the movie at least once a day since it came out and I kid you not, I see something new every time. The fact that this is Matthew López's first directoral debut is just... I'm in awe. And you can tell how much he loves the story because of the way things like this are set up and played out

In the novel, Henry and Alex are skinny dipping in the lake at night, and so I absolutely got the change in both time of day and also attire. But let's talk about that little island shall we?

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea

Every single one of us is not meant to be alone, without connection and without a link to someone else. We are parts of a whole and if we lose that... well. It's not good.

Henry is on that island, our prince who belongs to Britain and Henry Fox who thinks he has to belong to himself. The prince is forced into status and circumstance, of appearances and mindless ribbon cuttings. When he does something that means something - like the trip to the cancer ward - then he doesn't do it with cameras. I'd argue he's not the prince there, he's Henry Fox. The man who lost his father to cancer.

But this is not that meta.

Henry has shut himself off, shut himself away. He doesn't date the people he's interested in, he doesn't live his truth (and for very good and valid reasons). He has decided that while Prince Henry belongs to Britain, Henry Fox is an island.

And look who is swimming up to that island. Look who is coming out to Henry, having realised the night before that oh yeah, I do feel forever about him and so Alex swims out to that island.

And the first thing he does? He makes Henry laugh. He is silly and fun and the complete antithesis of the composed and collected Prince of Wales. And then he joins Henry, on his island.

This gorgeous overhead shot shows us that Alex is putting himself on Henry's right (protocol or his good side?) but he's also in the centre of the island. He's not on the edge of it. In the metaphor of Henry Fox's island, Alex is putting himself at the heart of it all. RIght before he lays out his heart to Henry.

The shot that broke our hearts too, along with Henry's. Because we can see the shore in the background now. We're reminded that islands are not - they cannot be fully independent. People cannot be islands and even though Alex is literally and metaphorically planting himself at Henry's side, Henry knows that this island he's formed for himself in his heart and his sense of self cannot stand if Alex is there. If Alex is with him then he is no longer an island. Henry Fox will not belong to himself and the sense of protection and self-preservation we see coming out in the Storming of Kensington is under threat.

So he bails.

The island is submerged, like the mythical Atlantis, because how do you render land useless? Drown it. How do you deal with water? Drain it away. He abandons his island and flees back to the only other space he has left - Kensington Palace - in an attempt to regroup. He drains his life of Alex and what he brings. He has to return to being the Prince of Wales because Henry Fox got too close. Because Henry Fox realised he was being loved by a man who would literally swim out to where he is.

Moment of appreciation for the shot. Matthew, you have a fucking talent and I cannot wait to see what else you do. Because our #imtaller boy looks so small here. So lost. When else have we seen someone look so small and lost?

Oh. Yeah.

When he's curling in on himself in an almost last-ditch attempt to protect himself and his boundaries from what is coming. You can see that he's no longer dry, that Alex's "shower time" has changed him. Alex brought laughter and love and water onto his island and Henry has just realised what this means. This isn't a visitor's visa. This is immigration.

Which is what makes THIS so much more. Back to our boy, drenched from the storm, plaintively asking Henry to talk to him.

Because yes, the Storming of Kensington happens during an actual storm, but by now you know I overead into everything... so once again we have Alex "swimming" out to Henry. He's dived right in and gone are the jokes, gone is the humour. He is here and he is asking to be let in and daring Henry to send him away.

This is Alex, serious and in love and following Henry to whatever landmass he is setting foot on. Henry is trying to be an island and Alex is out here going, "I'll just build another boat you fucker". A true 'ship if you will. He swam out to an island on a lake, he flew to a tiny island across an ocean. He is standing at Henry's borders and he isn't launching an offensive. He's just saying that if Henry wants to be cut off from everything then he needs to do the cutting himself.

Prince Henry felt like he belonged to Britain, Henry Fox felt like he had to belong to himself, and Alex turned up and went "nope. Mine now". (Insert additional historical quip about the English being colonised for once.) But there is still some truth in that: the Prince is part of England, and we should all belong to ourselves even in relationships. Henry just learns that the different parts of him can co-exist. Bit like how water and land can co-exist without one destroying the other.

Henry is Alex's North Star but he's also his solid ground. Insert quip about Alex colonising Henry and claiming him for his own, planting of flag, your innuendo of choice goes here. Pyramus wished there wasn't a wall - Alex straight up scaled Henry's.

There's a divergence between Prince Henry and Henry Fox, but at the heart of them both there's Henry. And this is the man that Alex sees, this is the man that Alex loves. Alex swims out to the island for Henry Fox, Alex pushes through the rain for Prince Henry. Alex holds steady in the storm of talking with King James/Queen Mary and the public.

And it started with Alex literally making his way out to Henry on an island: be that England for the Royal Wedding, a pontoon island on a lake, or knocking down Henry's walls.

To this moment. Which is very hard to grab a screenshot of, but Alex asks Henry to "take a walk" with him. This time it's Henry going to/with Alex. The fact that he's there is one thing (and a rant rather than a meta) but at this point they have each other. They belong to each other. Where one of them goes, the other one follows. Independent, together, co-existing.

Anyway. I'm sure there will be more bullshit ramblings and metas at some point. Follow me if you want more of that (but be warned: blank and empty blogs are blocked on sight) because we are not islands in this metaphorical storm of life. Let us swim out to one another, dry off with one another, and live a life with broken down borders and walls.

ETA: I now have another name to add to the thanks. Stephen Goldblatt, from the bottom of my soul, thank you

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ninacarstairss · 10 months

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an incomplete list of things that will make me go feral if they’re included in the movie:

alex pulling henry in the red room and “impugning his virtue” against a painting of alexander hamilton and amy out the door pretending not to know what that horny little bitch of fsotus is up to

henry offering to get out of alex’s life to make it easier for him and alex brushing it off, only to realise later what henry was truly offering him and how stupid he was not to see it

oscar talking to alex at the lake house. oscar seeing him and accepting him. alex looking at henry, nora and june (yes i know she’s not in the movie just let me dream. he can be looking at henry, nora and pez too) and feeling like his world is complete. the night on the porch swing. sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff. the night in the lake. the little stone of certainty alex feels in his chest as he’s making breakfast.

yeah so just the lake house part

uma thurman delivering a power point presentation about dating the prince of england and alex running out when she brings up protections and pamphlets

jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?

so glad you flew here to insult me—

i fucking love you, okay?

the issue of le monde that henry keeps on his nightstand from the first time they woke up together

i want you. then fucking have me—

alex waking up in kensington in an empty bed, henry coming back, looking at alex and going “your hair in the morning is truly a wonder to behold” before making the world’s best declaration of love

“When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times.” there is like a 0,1% chance of this making it into the movie but i have this tattooed on my skin and it would be so perfect to see it on screen

alex saying in front of the fucking queen that he wants henry’s children

henry rambling about art and history in the v&a and alex pulling him into a kiss because he just loves him so much

i’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark. and also a statue

alex panicking about henry having to enlist

shaan having to dislodge philip from the chandelier when henry comes out to him

i’ve been gay as a maypole since i came out of mum, philip

henry’s obsession with jaffa cakes and mr wobbles

the memories email. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn't fit in any rooms.

alex being a brat about the turkeys “put them in my room put them in my room put them in my room”

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

alex calling henry at christmas and telling him all about his family drama and henry simply telling him that he did his best, the only thing he really needed to hear

most things in this world are awful . but you are good

alex’s list of things he loves about henry (especially points 16 to 18)

henry writing down the list in the email and then calling henry anyway because he knows he likes to have these things written down but he needs to talk to him

alex kissing henry in front of a giambologna

Sería una mentira, porque no sería el.

the drunk bad metaphors about maps email

alex being summoned by the president after the email leaks and ellen just asking him “are you okay?”

alex’s whole family being there for him after the email leaks, hugging him through a panic attack and allowing him to be himself after a traumatic event that had to be dealt with in a strategic political way

or so help me God I will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. zahra you fucking queen

the call from the plane. “sweetheart” he hears henry’s exhale over the line. “hi love. are you okay?”

alex and henry running to hug each other as soon as alex gets to kensington

i won’t lie. not about you. alex and henry saying at the same moment that they want to do this, they want to tell the truth, because lying about this is not an option

the little touches between them. whether it’s holding hands beneath a buchkingham palace table or hugging in a closed room or pressing a knee agains the other in a public place, because that is a tether, a gravity that makes the world make sense

bea’s speech about grief and how it’s like a pie. i want to cry really hard

numbers on one of us getting involved in a sex scandal before the end of second term?

henry sticking out his chin in that defiant way

I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.

"Plus we banged it our last night” shaan and zahra being a power couple

bea dumping the tea pot on philip and going “all that cocaine i did must have really done a job on my reflexes!”

the han and leia mural

dc dykes on bikes chasing protesters

To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.

alex’s face being plastered on chocolate bars and thongs with henry’s after the royal suitor photos

henry telling alex he’s opening the queer shelters worlwide. henry telling alex he bought a brownstone in brooklyn

the flashbacks to election night 2016 when alex saw zahra crying and all those women taking in the moment their first madam president was elected

alex and henry biking through austin, alex opening the door to his childhood home with henry by his side

a little flash forward into their future and alex calling henry the love of his life, henry choosing the place for a credenza in his brownstone, going on vacations together and falling in love all over again, savouring their time together with no fear of getting caught, june and nora finally kissing and alex being shook at pez’s comment, henry realising he doesn’t want to ever go back, henry listening to alex talk to his mum about marriage when he has also bought a ring, henry and alex buying a house far from the public eye, having the quiet life they never had, june subletting the brownstone to be closer to pez and nora, “you and me”

#i know june won’t be in the movie but let me dream okay??#i have been rereading okay? and i am in pain #also we have confirmation some of these scenes are definitely in the movie so i’m ready to scream into the void forever after august 11th #rwrb #rwrb movie #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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hussyknee · 2 months

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Somewhat put off by the spoilers I've read about Mary and George. There's no doubt nearly all relationships in the British court were some level of sordid, but King James, to all intents and purposes, had genuine feelings for his three male favourites, most especially George Villiers. He was no Henry VIII. I don't know why they wanted to reduce the most famous and open homosexual relationship in European royal history to a comedy between a "cock-struck" old lech and a conniving courtier that led him by the nose and then betrayed and murdered him.

All evidence points to George at least being loyal to James (if you discount his love letters as simply sucking up to his benefactor) and even had a fond relationship with his Queen and his son Charles. He was in fact in France when James died, and reportedly cried when he heard the news.

It's even a little heartbreaking because this is right after Nicholas Galitzine played the closeted gay Prince Henry in Red, White and Royal Blue, who in the book is proud of the open and unashamed love between his ancestor and his lover, and the way even James's son Charles I honoured Villiers for accompanying him to the Spanish Court to ask for the hand of the Infanta.

“Actually . . . you remember how I told you about the gay king, James I?”

“The one with the dumb jock boyfriend?”

“Yes, that one. Well, his most beloved favorite was a man named George Villiers. ‘The handsomest-bodied man in all of England,’ they called him. James was completely besotted. Everyone knew. This French poet, de Viau, wrote a poem about it.” He clears his throat and starts to recite: ‘One man fucks Monsieur le Grand, another fucks the Comte de Tonnerre , and it is well known that the King of England, fucks the Duke of Buckingham.’” Alex must be staring, because he adds, “Well, it rhymes in French. Anyway. Did you know the reason the King James translation of the Bible exists is because the Church of England was so displeased with James for flaunting his relationship with Villiers that he had the translation commissioned to appease them?”

“You’re kidding.”

“He stood in front of the Privy Council and said, ‘Christ had John, and I have George.’’

“Jesus.”

“Precisely.” Henry’s still looking up at the statue, but Alex can’t stop looking at him and the sly smile on his face, lost in his own thoughts. “And James’s son, Charles I, is the reason we have dear Samson. It’s the only Giambologna that ever left Florence. He was a gift to Charles from the King of Spain, and Charles gave it, this massive, absolutely priceless masterpiece of a sculpture, to Villiers. And a few centuries later, here he is. One of the most beautiful pieces we own, and we didn’t even steal it. We only needed Villiers and his trolloping ways with the queer monarchs. To me, if there were a registry of national gay landmarks in Britain, Samson would be on it.”

Henry’s beaming like a proud parent, like Samson is his, and Alex is hit with a wave of pride in kind.

He takes his phone out and lines up a shot, Henry standing there all soft and rumpled and smiling next to one of the most exquisite works of art in the world.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark,” Alex tells him. “And also a statue.”

Like all white liberals, Casey McQuiston tends to romanticise the crime against humanity that is royalty and also that house built by bunch of slave owners that has since housed a progression of genocidal war criminals. There's very little to like about any British monarch. But the relationship between James and Villiers is a significant part of gay history and there's no need to smear it even more than it's already been smeared the last four hundred years, contrary to the actual known facts.

Idk man. I'm sensitive to this stuff Ig. Maybe I'd be a little more positive about it if I watched it, but the trailer gave me "tee hee they're gay" vibes so Idk if I want to.

Edit: so it seems the trailer is misleading and the story is more complex than a "tee hee gay" comedy. I might watch it after all, even if the starkly visible age difference makes me a bit queasy. How tf is Galitzine nearly thirty and a babyface with those razor cheekbones?? Perfect to show how uncomfortable it looks for a middle aged man to get with a kid of twenty.

#nicholas galitzine #mary and george spoilers #mary and george #british history #the stuarts #king james vi and i #george villers #king charles i #period drama #julianne moore #lgbtqia #lgbt history #queer media #queer representation #queer history #queer drama #knee of huss

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rockingtheorange · 7 months

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Appreciation post for the credits

Cause the parallels are insane and we don't talk enough about it

Henry: An old coach with horses, slowly going to one place only, which is the Palace. All in light blue, the color for sadness.

Alex: A modern car quickly discovering new places, with a farm windmill for Texas and birds freely flying. All in red, the color of energy/vitality.

Henry: fancy places but there's only a servant and Shaan at his back. He's still blue

Alex: surrounded by people, smiling and at the center of the attention

Alex: playing the guitar watched lovingly by his parents and the paintings not being that relevant (aka his status)

Henry: playing the piano alone while it's the statue that takes the full attention (aka his history on his shoulders)

Henry: Church of England, a stagnant place he has to be in, with three people to his side but still on a different row. (Alone again)

Alex: at university, still surrounded by people but focused on his studies and future

Alex: on a plane, no responsibilities and Amy ready to protect him

Henry: the whole palace and guards looking at him and yet they're not protecting him. It's more like they're against him

Part 2 -> 🔴⚪🔵

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #parallels

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iboatedhere · 1 month

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Thank you @jmagnabo92 @suseagull04 @lemonlyman-dotcom @liminalmemories21 @fullsunsets @cha-melodius for the tags ♥️

A little bit from my neighbor AU.

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“I should’ve known you’ve been here before. Why would I think you haven’t been?”

“It’s all right,” Henry says as he pulls another book off the shelf. “I always enjoy stopping by.” He turns to Alex with a smile that Alex is slow to look away from.

They’ve hung out a few times since they finally introduced themselves.

Alex came home late from work a few weeks afterwards with take out and saw Henry’s light on. They shared a meal together, sitting on Henry’s living room floor in front of the TV, watching The Food Network.

It was nice to focus on something other than CNN or MSNBC and poll numbers or some bullshit manufactured controversy about Rafael Luna smoking pot in college.

A few weeks after that, the power went out during a wind storm and Henry knocked on his door with a box of Cornettos, sent from a friend in London. He said he’d rather die than let them melt so he and Alex split the box before Alex sent him into a defensive frenzy when he said that Drumsticks are basically the same thing.

This is the first time they’re hanging out on purpose, where Alex set aside a block of time in his jam-packed schedule to walk around the National Mall with Henry and David.

They saw the cherry blossoms in bloom around the Tidal Basin and toured the monuments, where Henry stopped to read every inscription and Alex stopped to admire Henry.

“I’m sorry,” Henry apologized in front of the statues of Fala and FDR. “I know I’m slow.”

“I like it,” Alex had said and Henry had raised his brows. “I mean I like that you want to know more about this stuff. Our history definitely isn’t pretty but I think it’s still important.”

“Important enough to be cast in bronze,” Henry said as he nodded toward the statue of Roosevelt’s Scottish Terrier.

“You know Fala is the only presidential pet to be honored like this. He loved Roosevelt and Roosevelt loved him. They’re practically buried right next to each other.”

“That’s nice,” Henry said softly, “and I’m afraid if I think too long about it I’ll start to cry so perhaps we should keep moving.”

Alex was charmed and he thought the best place to end their day was at The Lantern, a rare and used bookshop just down the street from their place.

He thought it was his chance to charm Henry by appealing to his interests as both a writer and a reader. That he’d be taken by the shop's homey atmosphere. He thought he could show Henry something new.

But now David is being held like a baby by one of the clerks up front and Henry is picking through the shelves with a familiarity that makes it seem like he stocked them himself.

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I did have a little cry over Fala while I was at work today.

Tagging: Tagging: @cricketnationrise @magicandarchery @porcelainmortal @inexplicablymine @accol-fics @oxfordslutphase @anincompletelist @youcancallmekathyp @sunshinestrand

#rwrb #rwrb fic #FirstPrince #FirstPrince fic #wip wednesday #neighbor AU

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cricketnationrise · 4 months

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For the ficlet fest: 12:00 a.m. the V & A, Alex Claremont-Diaz

Wrote this on my phone at work so please forgive any mistakes! Yes we are working on a Saturday. yes I hate it thanks. but at least I can disappear into ficlet prompts for a bit over lunch :) hope you like it, I went so sappy I might as well have been a forest for this one

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

12:00am, v&a

“Thanks so much for your help, Gavin.”

“Of course, Mr. Claremont Diaz. Anything for you or His Highness, you know that.”

“I thought I said you could call me Alex,” he teases. “And I’m very sure he’s told you to call him Henry.”

“Force of habit I’m afraid,” Gavin says ruefully. “I’ll let you do the finishing touches and send him right along when Her Royal Highness drops him off.”

Alex sends Gavin off with a decidedly sloppy salute before turning back to the space with a proud grin, overwhelmed with what they accomplished over the last few hours.

Renaissance City is always beautiful, always takes his breath away each time Henry brings him here. There’s something special about the statues and the history represented in this room. But mostly, Alex loves that Henry loves it. Admittedly, Alex usually gets distracted by Henry’s beauty, so it’s nice to stand here alone for a moment and soak in both the exhibit and his additions.

The little battery candles he and Gavin scattered around make the whole place glow, the automated flickering lending a sense of magic to the scene. The flowers Pez had convinced the museum to allow are spilling over every surface, their light fragrance perfuming the air. And woven through the petals, illuminated by the candles, hanging from the ceiling, some decoratively framed, are strips of paper, in a rainbow of colors and a variety of weights — each with a quote that Alex painstakingly copied by hand. Quotes from their now-famous emails, from his and Henry’s speeches over the years. Quotes solicited from family members — and friends so close they might as well be blood. Quotes from Henry himself, whispered and crooned and sometimes yelled at Alex, etched into Alex’s memory. Quotes pulled from history and movies and books — Henry’s favorites.

The only words not displayed, in fact, are the ones Alex has been painstakingly crafting, agonizing over, starting and restarting, practicing every spare minute he’s alone, hoarding them for the perfect moment — for tonight.

Historically, Henry’s been the wordier half of their relationship, even his scattered post it notes are more eloquent than Alex without even trying. Alex can write with feeling and sincerity, but it doesn’t come naturally — he’s always been better out loud, or with actions. Henry’s never complained, never even intimated that he wants more written words from Alex, but—

Alex wants to give him all the words in his head, in his heart, in his very soul. He wants Henry to be able to have that written record. He wants future students and historians and random people on the internet to be able to look back after he’s gone and say holy shit Alex Claremont Diaz loved Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor with awe — wants to carve out a piece of history with his love for Henry as the chisel.

And then Alex can hear footsteps — slow, deliberate heels against the shiny marble floors — echoing softly as they approach the entrance. Alex recites the opening of his speech in his head, feels for the ring in his pocket, and faces the entrance.

His heart, which had been racing with each step, suddenly slows with sure contentment at the sight of blonde hair and sky blue eyes that go wide when they see Alex inside the bedecked splendor of Renaissance City.

“Alex…”

Alex beams as Henry looks around in awe, takes a deep breath, and gives Henry his words.

#cricket writes #suseagull04 #ficlet fest 500 #I’m a simple lady #I see a v&a prompt and write a proposal fic #I’ve written it before #and I’ll write them again

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hrh-henrywales · 3 months

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Oh, S**t || Henlex (December 2nd)

Usually, whenever Henry had to attend to an event, he would already be calculating the hour in which he would have Shaan picking him up to take him home, that's how much he would always look forward to those things. But this time, on this night, he was actually excited about this particular fundraiser, the one when not only he was determined to get enough money from the people attending the party for the Children's Hospital, but because Alex would be attending to the party, or at least he was hoping he would. And that was giving him huge butterflies in the stomach.

He was still surprised about how well things were going with the American man. They weren't 'besties' by any means, but things had developed into a good, nice status where they could be friendly, even playful with one another, all of aimed by an almost constant texting and phone calls at any time of night, and day. Not to mention it had made their own study environment much more calm, which in return made their assignment to move forward much more easily.

And tonight, they had a chance to hang out at a much more relaxed place than school, even if it wasn't the wildest of parties, they could still have fun, right? His train of thoughts came to a stop when the limo stopped and his door was opened for him to step out. Flashes came at it from every angle, and he waved a little at them before he turned around and headed inside, the yelling of 'Your Highness' being thrown at his back.

@acd-at-oxford

#henlex rp #1x1 rp #p:oh s**t #para

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sky-neverending · 4 months

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There’s a brownstone in Brooklyn, unsuspecting and bland from an outside view. It’s lined up in a row, with all the others, and you probably wouldn’t spare it a second look if you happened to be walking by.

In that brownstone, in a cluttered bedroom at the end of a hall, was Alex Claremont-Diaz, wrapped in blankets and staring at the dark ceiling above him. He exhaled quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping man beside him.

It had been almost two years since the emails got leaked. Almost two years since his whole world fell apart and then came back together brand new.

It had been almost two years, and nothing had changed.

That wasn’t true. A lot had changed. Alex and Henry had moved in together. His mom got reelected. He started law school to get his degree. He didn’t have to hide who he was anymore. So much had changed.

But his fears stayed the same.

That low lying sense of dread had persisted on, sitting in his gut and waiting to be pushed overboard. It simmered, slowly, slowly, slowly building with each person approaching them in public, each photo spread across the internet in waves.

He didn’t know why. Him and Henry's relationship wasn’t a threat, not anymore. Not now that they were out and proud, and the whole world knew. It wasn’t like before, when they had to hide away and speak the truth only through messages sent over screen from two different parts of the world.

Yet every morning, before Henry woke, he would check Twitter, scrolling through mentions of his name. And every evening, he would lie awake, wondering what would happen if his whole world somehow fell apart again. Theorizing every little thing that could go wrong.

It was irrational. Alex knew that. He knew that with his mothers position, as well as his boyfriend's status, he was going to be in the public eye no matter what. He didn’t have a problem with that. He liked it; basking in the fame and glory on occasion.

But it still scared him.

Beside him, Henry shifted. “I can hear you thinking,” he said, his accent brought out by his tiredness. “What’s the matter, love?”

“Nothing,” Alex lied, heart thumping. Surely Henry wouldn’t know.

Henry snorted. “I can tell when you’re lying.”

Fuck.

#sky writes #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #wip

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blairwaldcrf · 2 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

using @kiwiana-writes open tag <3

cheating because currently all of my wip's are only in script dialogue status, so I'm posting a snippet of the new chapter I just uploaded seconds ago

Chapter 2 of Nocturno (bridgerton/kanthony! firstprince au)

(sidenote for context: Henry did give Bea permission for this)

He tries not to show the misstep on his face, but he's unsuccessful and is treated to laughter. "You meant Henry? God no, he's a proper gentleman and utterly softhearted with my mother and I."

Alex nods, trying to be cordial as he smiles. "Good", he acknowledges, trying to force kind thoughts into the word and not the truth of how irritated the man makes him.

Beatrice eyes him in a way that makes him worry she's about to call him out after she checks that no others are in earshot, but instead her next words are both the last thing he could have ever predicted and the first thing he thinks some part of him was waiting to hear. "I think he's trying to work out what men he'll settle for as well."

Almost straining his neck with how fast he fully looks to her at his side, the question escapes his lips before he can even begin to stop it. "Men?"

"Yes," she says with a smile that has some hidden weight to it that he can't parse while his mind is still reeling. "He's quite gay."

"...Oh." Alex doesn't think he's ever been at such a complete lack of words in such an ordinary circumstance.

Interpreting his one word for something critical, Beatrice raises an eyebrow, and he rushes to fill in the blanks, halfway stuttering as he blunders, "No, not—I don't care that he's gay."

"You don't?" she asks carefully, her eyes almost narrowed at him with how detailed she's watching his every single micro expression. He thinks there's something she's not saying, something he's missing, but he can't even pretend he can guess what that might be while he's trying to understand why on earth she thinks he would mind. "Of course not."

"It makes no difference at all?"

Alex tries not to be hurt at the implied accusation and there's some injury in the way he defends himself. "No, it doesn't, and I'm not sure why you think I would, considering I love my sisters dearly."

"I had no mistrust of that, I promise," she assures all too quickly, her expression smoothing over into an attempt at comfort instead of analysis. With a very small pause, she explains, "I only thought you found it curious based on your expression."

He thinks it's definitely warmer outside today than he had expected, the California heat affecting his cheeks and neck even at dusk. He doesn't meet her eye when he airily replies, "Forgive me, but I'm more curious how you are related to someone so firmly annoying."

tagging @terrainofheartfelt @strideofpride @takaraphoenix @nontoxic-writes @hydesjackiespuddinpop @mysteriesofloves @missbrunettebarbie @purgeshubble and an open tag for everyone else to tag me as well!

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firstsprinces · 4 months

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Hello! I am currently losing my mind over "The Tortured Poets Department (hello fellow swifties! I have zero swiftie friends in my life to ever talk to so I'm glad I can celebrate with y'all) like my thoughts are so jumbled between THAT AESTHETIC, all the new fic titles we're going to get from it, ALL POET HENRY CONTENT CREATED BY MY FELLOW WRITERS! And Taylor Swift just made history with her fourth AOTY Grammy!! (I'm also running on exhaustion so hopefully it'll rein my chaos in)

I almost forgot to thank @anincompletelist and @priincebutt for tagging me! LOVED your snippets this week and I hope I'll be able to fit in some much needed reading time to catch up!

This is more than six sentences because at this point you deserve all of the sentences for the Outlaw Alex/Aspiring Journalist Henry fic! Work will be slow this week so I will most likely have time off this week to keep writing. The first chapter is currently at 12K (this is the cut down version) and it's still not quite finished.

“And don’t forget to mention the bake sale. All the women from the church have been working their fingers to the bone for this upcoming weekend.” An elderly woman wearing a navy cloche hat with a matching fabric rose with a silver brooch in its center and a firm knot beside it to indicate her marital status, though this highly valued socialite seems to forget about her husband because she’s quite flirtatious. “You’ll be stopping by, dear boy, won’t you? I’m sure the all the single ladies from the church would love to see a strapping young man such as yourself supporting our community in times like these.” Henry Fox pauses his typing and curls his fingers in and then stretches them back out underneath his desk as he’s itching to crack his knuckles, but he doesn’t because he feels it’ll be rude to do while Mrs. Annette Bellshire is speaking to him. “I wouldn’t dare to miss it, Ma’am,” Henry replies to her, adding in a reassuring smile for extra measure while his eyes fight to check the clock that’s hanging in the upper corner of the behind her head. “You can call me, Annette,” she tells him with a quick wink as she brings her hand forward and reaches across the desk, her delicate and shaky fingers landing on his wrist, her touch cold through the sleeve of his shirt. Her large opal ring reflects what’s left of the dimming daylight, indicating that he most likely should be packing up his belongings and putting on his long coat and cap so he can leave for the night. Henry doesn’t answer, and not just because he’s starting to feel uncomfortable but out of respect for her husband and her marriage. He also doesn’t pull his hand away even though he probably should because an innocent passerby may see it as something far less from innocent. He’s sure it’d be quite the scandal for a married woman her age courting someone who’s young enough to be her son, and possibly even her grandson because Henry’s not exactly sure of her age and is basing his assumption off her wrinkly skin and veined hands. At the sound of a car horn, Mrs. Bellshire leans her body over to look out the window, her hand still touching Henry until she speaks again, “well, that would be Mr. Bellshire. Mustn’t keep him waiting.” She places her purse onto Henry’s desk before she stands up, smoothing her hands down the front of the skirt of her dress. Then she waves her hand at the window to let her husband know that she’ll be out shortly. “Do you mind escorting me out? I swear, the stones are starting to become uneven. I wouldn’t want to sprain my ankle before such an eventful weekend.” She says as she pulls her shawl tighter around her shoulders even though the cobblestones have nothing to do with her body temperature. He can’t help but turn his entire body around to look out the window, Mr. Bellshire is already standing beside the passenger’s side as he waits for his wife. Surely, Mrs. Bellshire doesn’t need Henry to walk her out and she’s only playing with the idea that it’ll look a certain way to her husband. It’s a game he doesn’t want to be part of, but he’s been raised to be polite, especially towards women.

I won't be tagging anyone as it's very late and there's no space in my brain right now to try and think of anything besides AH NEW TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM and I NEED TO GO TO BED RIGHT AFTER HITTING POST.

#firstprince #wip #rwrb #six sentence sunday #seven sentence sunday

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beautifulhigh · 9 months

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Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness.

"And that's when Henry knows: He doesn't ever want to go back."

In which Henry does go home with a request for his grandmother - and for Parliament.

Teen, 12k, book canon compliant.

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Yes, Jen is finally embracing her Firstprince era and writing fic for them. Much love to @wtfuckevenknows for her comments and @capseycartwright for basically demanding I write this. Like I needed convincing.

This is just something sweet and fluffy and hopefully a little funny and a bit sexy with a tinge of canon-compliant angst (Henry misses his dad. A lot). Mostly it's about two boys in love and working towards their forever.

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Henry flies back alone, overnight on Monday. He kisses Alex a goodnight goodbye, petting David gently as he walks down the stairs, heading out of the front door before climbing into the back of the waiting car to take him to JFK. He tries to sleep on the plane but very little sleep will come; his mind is racing with what he's about to do.

He'd sent word the previous week, asking for an audience with the queen, with his family. He'd only told them that he had something to ask, something he needed to do in person.

He's met at Heathrow, standards and protocols in place. Bea had insisted Shaan be kept on after Henry left for New York and so it's his familiar face greeting Henry which provides the smallest amount of comfort for him. It's his final week in service to the Royal Family: with Ellen's second term almost over and Zahra no longer working 26-hour days, they're finally taking the plunge.

Shaan and Henry had managed a fair few conversations over the last year or so regarding the immigration system of the United States and how shagging someone with status in the American political system both helps and hinders applications for Green Cards. The engagement ring that has been in place on Zahra's hand for the last few years certainly helped with his and now there is a fixed date for his one-way ticket heading west.

(No one really knows yet, but they've set a date for two weeks' time. The plan is to get married and throw a party and make the announcement then. Zahra hasn't told anyone, but Shaan isn't as good as his fiancée at keeping things secret, especially when it comes to his relationship with Henry. Aside from Alex, before Alex, Shaan was the only person Henry could trust and that was rewarded with a private 'Save The Date And Don't Tell Anyone Not Even Alex' message.)

Henry knows there is no one better placed to support Zahra as she forges her career post-White House. Someone who will make sure she eats, has fresh coffee, and a neatly pressed suit. There were times when Shaan was literally the only reason Henry didn't outwardly reveal to the world that he was actually falling apart at the seams. It's going to be nice having him a little bit closer, even if he won't be working for him anymore.

As Henry disembarks the plane, Shaan looks him up and down but says nothing. Henry knows he looks tired; he knows the jet lag is going to catch up with him, and he feels like his internal organs are going to vibrate their way out of his body with how nervous he feels.

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#writing jen is writing #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry of wales #red white and royal blue #rwrb #fic: Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness #rwrb movie #otp: history huh

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firstprince-ao3feed · 2 days

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pull me out of the fire from my lowest take me higher

by anincompletelist (soldouthaz) Henry can’t bring himself to feel shameful about staring when Alex heaves himself up off of the ground, muscles taut and chest heaving as the crowd goes wild around him, chanting Alex’s name and cheering. He shrinks against the noise and the movement but it does him no use to try to hide, every inch of his body prickling with anticipation. And Alex looks obscene, a filthy grin stretching his lips with his chin jutted into the air and his fist held high in the middle of the ring above his motionless opponent, the blood from his nose staining his flushed skin and a bit of his teeth, his half-lidded eyes locked in on Henry like a fixation: the predator and his prey. + Henry finds unexpected solace in the thrill of an underground haven, where status—and who he shares a bed with—doesn't really seem to matter. But the deeper he goes, the harder it is to pull away, and Henry's shocked to discover so much of himself where he'd least expected to find it. He's not the one inside the ring, but he's only just finding out what it truly means to fight. Words: 44592, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Shaan Srivastava, Zahra Bankston, Cash (Red White & Royal Blue), Rafael Luna, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Queen Mary (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sort Of, Henry is still the prince, and Alex's family is still in politics but Ellen is not the president, So Kind Of, famous/non-famous, PWAP (Porn with Accidental Plot), Piercings, Alex has a Prince Albert piercing, let's be real though it's more like a prince henry, that was so bad I'm sorry, anyway, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Barebacking, Spanking, a bit of a, Spit Kink, Come Eating, Light Feminization, light degradation, Possessive Alex, Phone Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, (names used will be listed in the note), one very tiny instance of face slapping, Implied subspace, Minor Dacryphilia, Dom/sub Undertones, for sure, Rimming, one instance of, Lingerie, friends with benefits (kind of), injuries and hospitals but not detailed, Alex is a boxer, mentions of the UFC, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Tension, Some angst, Character Development, Henry introspection, absolute filth but it ends surprisingly sweet????, Check notes for more, Protective Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor via https://ift.tt/JmyE9Ps

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #anincompletelist (soldouthaz)

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inexplicablymine · 4 months

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WAIT YOU'VE JOINED THE SLEEPOVER??? Super six as orchestral instruments GO. xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

I ARRIVED LATE TO THE SLEEPOVER I WAS AT AN EXTRA CURRICULAR AND MY MOM JUST DROPPED ME OFF

Alex: Viola (the viola complex + the not feeling good enough + the heart of the orchestra to play the countermelody)

Henry: Cello (regal and upright instrument matches his royal status + it is soft and mello but can also be incredibly powerful just like Henry usually keeps it all inside but the few rare bursts of raw intensity are still there)

Pez: Tuba (it’s in your face pizzaz and can really build out the roundness and fullness of a full orchestras sound in large symphony performances ~ thinking Mahler’s 5th symphony for this one -> but Pez is in your face pizzaz and he is always adding to the group and he helps take away the attention from Henry + usually there is only ever one tuba at a time in a piece because Pez is one of a kind)

Nora: Double Bass (keeps the rhythm and the tone and is the steady presence + Nora and her numbers + being the friend for both June and Alex which gives her that permanent steady rhythm of the group)

June: Bassoon (okay hear me out ~ double reed instrument with 25 keys considered one of the hardest interments to master, helps provide balance to pieces and is usually looked over by it’s other woodwind peers like the oboe or the flute or clarinet or French horn etc -> June while INTEGRAL and so very much core big sister, is overlooked often as a character, is seen as important but not vital ignoring her necessity)

Bea: violin (the rockstar of the orchestra, the diva, the melody the counter melody all wrapped in one, the spotlight -> bea is a rockstar, she has her past, she is in the limelight and she takes it with stride she is strong and powerful and she dances to her own beat and writes her own melody hence she is the violin)

[sleepover ask game]

#sleepover weekend #inexplicablymine answers #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #THIS ONE WAS FUN BECAUSE I THINK ALL OF THE INSTEUMENTS REALLY MATCH THEM

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bigassbowlingballhead · 10 months

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Started 911 over the weekend and have already watched all of season 1 and half of season 2.

I started this show because I've seen so many edits of Buddie along side firstprince and wanted to see what the connection is. Beyond the obvious surface level, a half Mexican man, and a white blonde man. It does run deeper.

I ramble a lot mostly about season 2

I was speaking with a friend about Buck and Alex, they're the same. They just are. Same character, different fonts. Headstrong, yet sensitive. Impulsive, yet caring. Arrogant and charming, yet sweet and endearing. Protective surrogate parent older sister who knows about their big gay crush way before they even do.

And then Eddie enters the picture. He instantly put Buck on guard, due to his attractiveness and heroic past, he's deemed a threat to Buck. A threat to his position in the station, and his sex status symbol as a firefighter. That is, until, Buck finds out about Christopher and just completely softens on Eddie, and dare I say, falls in love with him. (that look in the truck after Eddie tells Buck about Christopher for the first time after the earthquake and Buck is just a big pair of gay heart eyes) you could argue, this is akin to Alex and Henry at the children's hospital and Alex watches Henry Claudette. And then get stuck together. Which brings us back to Buddie, running into a sideways hotel, almost getting smashed by an elevator in the shaft, and after the two idiots with a single shared braincell save everyone, Buck volunteers to take Eddie to get Christopher. And get's even bigger gayer heart eyes watching them reunite. (I'm never recovering from that)

Then there's the sister connection. Maddie and June both clearly know their brother's crush early. June and her magazine, Maddie just listening to Buck talk about Eddie.

Eddie makes Buck soften. He becomes a better version of himself. Much like, Alex does with Henry.

Only after 8 episodes of them, I really really get the link here. and I'm in trouble.

#i just have SO many feelings on this #911 #red white and royal blue #buddie #firstprince #watching 911

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