#f1rstprince

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince

"We'll start small", Catherine had said. "We'll start with Henry, and work our way up to Bea and Pip. You'll see - they'll understand, darling." Arthur wasn't so sure, but he wanted to believe. The cancer had been supposed to be fatal. Irrevocable, the hospital had said. They'd advised bedrest, somewhere warm, and between Catherine and Mary, which looking back was never a good thing), they'd decided it was best for Arthur to disappear until they knew, one way or another. He hadn't, however, realised that disappear meant dead. That his children had been mourning him all this time, and that Catherine had been pretending to go on charity excursions. "It was as good as charity," she'd joked, and he'd frowned at her. He was angry and horrified. Insisted that he be reintroduced to their lives, demanded it, in fact, or he'd find a way to damn well get back. "It won't be easy," he'd been told, but he didn't care. So they'd started with Henry. The youngest, the softest, Catherine said (though Arthur privately disagreed), the one least likely to snap after realising that he'd been lied to half his life. Once more, Arthur wasn't certain he agreed, but they had to start somewhere. It took some planning, and he wasn't sure how Catherine was even going to tell Henry (surprise, your dad has been alive this whole time!) or the others, but he had to trust her. He didn't have much choice. Catherine had flown Henry and his partner in from America, and on the flight over she'd decided spur of the moment, it'd be better just to... wait. Henry wouldn't believe her if she told him, and their relationship was not great. It was better, she thought, if Henry saw, if he and Arthur had that wonderful moment she could almost imagine in her head, the two of them running toward each other, that beautiful family moment., then everything would make sense and be forgiven. It would be perfect.

Since his father had died, Henry felt like the colours of the world around him and the gilded cage he was trapped in had faded to a dull grey. He'd lost most of his family in one fell swoop; Dad was dead and buried, Mum was absent both physically and emotionally, Philip had apparently decided to follow Gran's views on pretty much everything, and Bea had gone completely off the rails as she searched for her next high.

In short, life had been pretty shit - would've been unbearable if it wasn't for David, Pez and now Alex.

He'd been curled up in bed with Alex and David when Mum had called out of the blue, asked them to come back to England as soon as they could. Of course he'd agreed; Mum had called to ask, and that in itself was something to sit up and take notice of. She wouldn't say what was happening, though, and neither Bea nor Philip knew what was going on - they hadn't received a call, though Bea was threatening to just show up anyway ( for moral support, she'd said, though Henry thinks that she might just be nosy ).

That's how he'd ended up here, stood in the gardens of Kensington Palace with Alex's hand clasped tightly in his own as they waited for Catherine to meet them, politely admiring the rose bushes with quiet murmurs.

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( HENRY ) #WITH; ( CATHERINE ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[goldenboybarracuda-arch]

@f1rst-prince sent in from henry: [text: alex] can i ask you a deeply personal and potentially strange question?

[text: hrh prince dickhead]: oh, now i’m really curious to know what that is.

text: hrh prince dickhead]: what’s up, h? what do you need to ask?

#f1rst prince #f1rstprince

[fatedtruths]

henry && arthur

henry knew , with a settled kind of certainty that he had always known things about himself , that no one understood him as well as his dad . his dad who was his hero . who snuck him out of school and took him the rugby matches and planetariums . who used to sit him in the directors chairs on movie sets and taught him to sail .

but he was still his dad and , with his head poking out of his office as henry came back from school ; a rare weekend away from eton hoping that all five of them might be in once place at one time       ( even though it was harder now , with bea at uni and pip in the raf )   ; henry quickly fears that he might be in trouble .

" Hen, love, come in. I think we need to have a father and son chat... "

" uh . . . okay. "   he hesitated , bag dropping off his shoulder and onto the floor . leaving it against the wall as he took half a step towards @f1rst-prince and his office . " if i'm in trouble , it was pip . "

#f1rstprince #f1rst-prince #f1rstprince | arthur fox #[ HENRY — answered questions ] #[ ANSWERED QUESTIONS. ] #dad is henry's favourite person Always

[immortalmuses]

For @f1rst-prince , continued from here

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Alex laughs, giving Henry’s gloved hands a squeeze as he kisses him in return. He rolls his eyes at the other man’s disbelief, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m a Southern Boy, through’n through. I think I spent the whole time we lived in the White House just bundling myself up to avoid the cold.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Alex’s grin turns sly, stepping closer into Hen’s space and lowering his voice, “… but I think by now you know I’m willing to learn anything you want to teach me, baby.” The American winks, before stepping backwards towards the entry of the ice rink. He has perhaps too much bravado when he says, “— So it’s basically just like Rollerblading, right?”

#mobile post #Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue #c: Alex Claremont Diaz #Alex: threads #ic #Alex :: verse :: tbd #f1rstprince #thread: f1rst prince?? (Henry)

[goldenboybarracuda]

@f1rst-prince cont. from here

Alex can’t help but smile as Henry agrees to the dance. He also does a little victory dance in place because he’s that happy. And to think that a year ago they couldn’t do this. He rolls his eyes, grabbing Henry’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor. “If you tell him that, he’ll probably have a heart attack and die and you’ll be the next in line to take throne. I’m all for taking down the monarchy but in order of well, order.” And soon enough he’s pulling Henry closer to him. “Also, I may have bribed the DJ to play two slow songs, not just one.”

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[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince is leaving soon! -

Henry hasn't quite managed to stop crying fully since Dad had died. He'd been driven to and left at the school a couple of days previously --- he's already decided he hates it here, wants to go home, and Pip was the first person he could think to call who might come and get him. "I don't want to stay here," he cries into Pip's shoulder as his big brother hugs him, hanging on as tight as he can manage. "I want to go home." It might only be two years, but Henry knows it's going to be the loneliest two years of his life. "Please, Pip? Please don't leave me here."

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( HENRY ) #WITH; ( PHILIP ) #VERSE; ( PRE CANON )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince is doing breathing exercises! -

Henry's tense with anxiety and anger, defiant and utterly unreasonable. "You're still giving them," he points out, chin jutting out in something like a challenge as Philip very noticeably grits his teeth. If he was younger, thought he might get away with it, he'd hold his hands over his ears and yell can't hear you! but unfortunately, he's too old and Pip's probably not above grabbing his shoulders and shaking some sense into him. "The crown should learn to do her own dirty work," he says instead, tone pointed, "and you're not speaking with me, Pip, you're speaking at me. There's a difference."

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( HENRY ) #WITH; ( PHILIP ) #VERSE; ( TBD ) #'henry ins't a brat' i tell myself #even as henry is a brat

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince taught us better! -

Alex refuses to be distracted, refuses to be coddled and fobbed off with sweet words and nicknames he's been hearing his whole life. So no, he doesn't sit his butt down despite the threat of a talk. Instead, he stays where he is, fingers curling and uncurling and stretching and recurling over and over in a comforting pattern as he tries to organise his thoughts, staring at his mother the whole time as if he doesn't recognise her. "Ma, are you and dad splitting up? 'Cause there's some articles online, and I- I need to know."

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. ) #WITH; ( ELLEN ) #VERSE; ( PRE CANON )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince:

[text: bishop to knight] : Gran sent over uniforms and I'm freaking out. Pip, please. Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything, I'm begging you. /please/. I don't /want/ to serve.

[ text; henry ]; As discussed, serving in your country's military is tradition, Henry. You can't stay on an infinite gap year, and what could be more worthwhile than training to protect crown and country?

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( PHILIP ) #ANSWER; ( PHILIP ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince asked [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― shaan calms henry down from a panic attack in a loud place -

The palace was a hive of activity after the news of the email leak had broken. It felt like a lot of people were shouting all at once in the drawing room of Kensington Palace, some of his grandmother's advisors and communications staff having come over to consult ( or berate ) Henry's staff. Every so often, one of his grandmother's staff would throw him a look, a sharp comment that made him feel about an inch tall as he curled into Bea, clutching her hand and feeling his breath coming quicker and quicker as his heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( HENRY ) #ANSWER; ( HENRY ) #WITH; ( SHAAN ) #VERSE; ( MAIN )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince;

[text: Pez] at which point in a relationship is it considered acceptable to be... worried ?

[ text; hez 👑 ✨️ ❤️]: worried about what?

[ text; hez 👑 ✨️ ❤️]: if alex is wearing those orange 'shorts' in public again, i'd say it's never too early. those things are a monstrosity.

#f1rstprince #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD ) #THREAD; ( PERCY )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince;

[text: alex ] question - if i move to america, without prior warning, would that cause friction between our two nations, do you think? - H x

[ ✉ → Prince Dickhead 💩]; the prince of wales defecting? definite uproar in the making, baby

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince;

[text: alex] on a scale of one to ten, how sexy would you find a man in uniform? - H x

[ ✉ → Prince Dickhead 💩]; depends what uniform [ ✉ → Prince Dickhead 💩]; your eton uniform? absolutely not [ ✉ → Prince Dickhead 💩]; sailor suit? absolutely

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince;

[text : june] apologies for the random am text, I think its about 4am there but - are you awake? [text: june] i heard you're really good at speech writing [text: june] I need your help.

[ text; henry ]; it IS 4am but i'm awake. don't ask why. [ text; henry ]; i can send you a speech portfolio to confirm, if you'd like to see for yourself. [ text; henry ]; i'm not writing a proposal or a break-up speech. anything else is fair game.

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( JUNE ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince asked [text: Alex 💖] are you awake?

[ text; hrh prince dickhead 💩 ]; baby it's 4am [ text; hrh prince dickhead 💩 ]; of course i'm awake [ text; hrh prince dickhead 💩 ]; i'm actually on a run rn [ text; hrh prince dickhead 💩 ]; what's up?

#f1rstprince #THREAD; ( ALEX C. D. ) #ANSWER; ( ALEX C. D. ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( TBD )

[immortalmuses]

thread with @f1rst-prince, continued from here:

Bea tries to keep her own voice as steady and soothing as possible, lacing her fingers with Henry's and squeezing to let him know that he's not alone in this. "Mum hasn't exactly shown much interest in things for a long time," she says softly, meeting his eyes. "I know she's... struggled, but its true. And Philip still defers to the old guard - they'd much prefer him on the throne than her."

A soft sigh leaves her lips, as she glances around Henry's room, then back at her brother. "If you want me to be completely blunt," she hesitates, "I think it might be a good idea if we both think about.... about leaving while we can. England, that is." Maybe its her own worries talking, maybe Philip wouldn't really do this, but Beatrice didn't think their father would really die, and he has. "Maybe I'm thinking too much," she says carefully, "but... I don't know," she hates worrying Henry. He already worries too much, about everything and everyone, but lying to him is equally impossible. .

ㅤㅤㅤHenry curls his fingers between Bea's own, holding onto her smaller hand like one might clasp a precious gift, cherished and breakable. None of this has been easy for his sister, the Prince knows that better than anyone. And yet he can sense how she tries to shield him, shouldering his burdens in addition to her own.

ㅤㅤㅤWe're like two trees splintered in the storm, propping each other up to keep from falling... Henry thinks. He hates it.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Bea..." He says helplessly. The Prince's expression flickers, fracturing into something lost, an echo of how he'd looked in the months following their father's death. "...This is our home. Where would we go?"

ㅤㅤㅤThere are properties, of course. Land titles held by the Crown all over the world, whether via colonization or through legitimate purchase. Henry and Bea can certainly absent themselves from the country.

ㅤㅤㅤBut it's not so simple as departing England itself, is it? No matter where the siblings go, they will still be under the purview of the Firm. They will still be a Prince and a Princess... and all that it entails.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Is it wise, to distance ourselves while Philip makes decisions that affect our lives?" Hen asks finally, his eyes lowered to the bedding in thought, "... Or Mum's life?" He hesitates before adding, almost too quietly to hear, "...Dad wouldn't have wanted this."

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