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Thank you @anincompletelist for tagging me in this game! I loved devouring each of your snippets from the works you’re proud of!

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

I haven’t even started and I’m about to break the only rule 😂 because I still only have fics posted from holiday challenges, which I am not blown away by. I thoight I'd have other fics posted by now but it’s been a year so far, to say the least. So, I’m also going to share from Outlaw Alex because he’s coming very soon and I’m honestly the most proud of the way the words are fitting together for that one!

Leaving this tag as open and will be catching up with my following list soon! I can't wait to read what you're proud of and show you some extra and well deserved love!

Here we go...

From "Take This House and Make it a Home"

They admire their choice together from the couch later on that evening with David curled up underneath the blanket. Alex rests his head on Henry’s shoulder and thinks about how he can’t wait to decorate the tree the next day and debate if the tree will have colored lights or white lights – he’s guessing the white ones won’t be a choice once there are children also making the decisions. He can’t wait for the time where both he and Henry each have a child on their shoulders wanting to put ornaments on the tree higher than the other while having Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer on the television in the background. Then, once the children are put to bed for the night, it’ll be the two of them again having their private moment admiring everything they’ve created together, just like this with David snoring and the fireplace crackling, with Henry’s legs tangled with his as the peace settles over them; that the house they’ve settled down in is finally a home. Whether it’s tonight, two or three Christmases from now, or when they’re in their eighties, Alex will always look over at Henry and know the magic that they have together is forever.

From "Here We Stand Worlds Apart" (ongoing)

The side of his hand skims the material of the bodysuit as he searches for the chin strap, popping off the buckle. Then he takes both of his hands and carefully begins the removal of the helmet. As more of the face starts to be revealed, a strong chin and jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, dark and soft curls styled with a short cut, Henry finds out it’s a man who’s crashed into the woods. He can’t help but stare at the face of the attractive man. Attractive isn’t even the correct word in his vocabulary to describe him. His eyes are closed, which makes Henry wonder what color they are. He hopes they aren’t green like Ralph’s because he doesn’t want to be reminded of a pair of eyes that will never look at him in the adoringly hungry way they do when he looks at Alice Rodgers. Long dark lashes fan out and almost look as if they’re touching the top curve of his cheekbones. He looks angelic even in a setting that looks like he’s met his death. His appreciative gaze travels to his hair next. Curls draping over one another in an unlikely symphony of wildness and precise placing, even after being smashed flat against his head from wearing the helmet. Henry can’t help but want to feel what the curls would feel like moving through the spaces between his fingers, even though it’s a bizarre thing to do to someone who’s just been in a crash, someone who’s a stranger to him.

From "The Wind Whispered Something That the Devil's to Blame" (coming soon)

Months after his father’s funeral, his mother had told him the opposite. It had actually been Henry who’d given his father the enlightenment to embrace all new discoveries and to always keep chasing them because they’re remarkably never-ending. Always live as though the world keeps creating things to stumble upon on purpose. Accidents may happen along the way, but those are also little surprises that will lead to something far grander. As a child Henry had been more animated and curious than his two siblings, but he’d also been overly cautious and kept to himself when necessary. It had been his father who would tell Henry that he shouldn’t be afraid of unknown things, so why would his mother tell him otherwise? What would Henry have given someone with more life experiences than he had? Their relationship had always been different than his ones with Phillip and Beatrice. Though Arthur always made sure to give each of his children their own moments just between the two of them, Catherine had let the secret out to Henry that his favorite discovery had been witnessing Henry experience the world around him. After the confession, Henry made the promise to his father after his passing that he’d take his father on every new adventure with him to make sure he’d never miss out, and in those adventures, he’d find out who he truly is and embrace himself as the wonderment his father believes he is. He places the last and only photograph he has of him and his father, back down on his desk, his pointer finger skimming his greyed blurry face that doesn’t resemble the fact his father’s memory will never become dull or unclear.

#fic pride friday #my fics #kia's writing #firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #wip #red white and royal blue #firstprince fanfic #firstprince au #current wip #tag games

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firstsprinces · 6 days

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fic pride friday! :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes for the tag! this is by far my favorite tag game, not only to get to see everyone else's bits that they're most proud of but also to check in with my own writing versus the LAST time I did this challenge and what's changed. thank you thank you! it's always a pleasure to read your words <3

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

Tags: I CANNOT STRESS HOW !OPEN TAG! THIS IS BUT ALSO: @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @msmarvelouswinchester @nocoastposts

@firenati0n @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @magicandarchery

@affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @heysweetheart-writes

@littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @getmehighonmagic @firstsprinces

@priincebutt @cricketnationrise @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead

@whimsymanaged @anchoredarchangel @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england

from How To Get Blood Stains Out of Your Linen (And Other Ways To Fall in Love):

Henry doesn’t wonder. He mourns. He grieves for things that haven’t even happened yet, for the happiness that he assumes he might’ve had if he’d been brave enough to reach out and grab it with his shaking, stained hands.

from somehow I'd get by:

They start with dinner. Watching Alex cook for him has always been somewhat of a spiritual experience but tonight, perched on the countertop with Alex between his legs, feeding him a taste of each and every ingredient, like he’s hardwired to want Henry to be a part of his routines and his hobbies and his life, it feels like even more. The first few buttons of Henry’s shirt have been undone, the heat from the stove beside them making his skin pleasantly warm. Alex’s own sleeves have been rolled up to his forearms, his tie long gone somewhere by the front door, both of their shoes with it. Henry tucks a socked foot around his calf and draws him in even closer, stealing a kiss that tastes like Saffron and the wine from the Spanish market downtown, the wooden spoon forgotten between them. It’s curious how the day just seems to tumble on, the eve ning elongated as if the minutes have doubled themselves. Somehow it still isn’t enough time with Alex, and Henry finds himself surprised once more at how he physically misses him, even when he’s close enough to reach out and touch. He’s oddly aware of the space between his rib cage, the gaps and vessels surrounding the marrow, an emptiness he’d never cared to notice before. Behind them though, his heart is wonderfully full. As if he knows the feeling, Alex never strays too far from him. Not when they finish up the food and move to the dining table to eat, not when he tugs Henry so close he’s practically on his lap, feeding him by hand and then with his own set of cutlery, sharing the same plate. The vacancies fill up with the food, wine, and Alex’s sweet words, piece by piece, a lifetime of inadequacy replaced with love instead.

from Something Borrowed, Something Blue:

(I had to try to find a non-spoilery one jsdhkjhfk)

“It’s the southern charm,” Alex argues, still a bit in shock. “It’s irresistible.” “It’s you,” Henry corrects him softly. “And I wouldn’t trade out a single thing about you. Your honesty or your energy or your words.” “But your words are important. You always think through everything you say before you say it. And mine just— just come out like David’s vomit.” Henry laughs quietly beside him. “And sometimes I can tell that I should stop but I just keep going.” “That doesn’t make your words any less important,” Henry says. “You know how to speak your mind. There’s a lot of people that don’t. It doesn’t make you too much or annoying. If anything, it means that you’re brave.” Alex snorts lightly. “If I’m brave, then what are you?” He glances sideways at Henry. “Untouchable?” “Terrified.” The breath Alex had been halfway through taking halts in his lungs. Henry’s eyes are wide and so blue underneath the moonlight, a shade Alex hasn’t seen them yet before. He rushes to take it all in, committing the look to memory— Henry here, in his space, trying to speak a language Alex understands.

from treading water in the deep, just waiting for the tides to meet:

Alex writes about forgiveness a lot, especially on the days when he mourns for the once clean, normal mark he used to have. Sometimes he thinks about how simple things could have been. The fairytale story that he’d wanted so badly as a kid, had prayed for beside his bed at night and wished for with every shooting star that passed overhead. But with every stroke of the pencil on the page his eyes fall to the skin just above where he’s holding it, the intricate pattern of the scarring tha t Alex knows he could draw accurately even in his sleep. He’s memorized it with his fingertips, with his eyes, with his lips. It’s a part of his person, so it’s a part of him, too. And Alex has never been particularly good at self love, always moving too quickly and trying to make his family and friends proud, thoughtlessly making sacrifices at his own expense if it meant that some of the burden was taken off of someone else. By the same token, he’s always given love freely. It comes as no surprise to him when he first says it, whispered against the gap in the line, right next to the jagged edge of where one end of the line has broken through his skin. He writes it in the notebooks, thinks it in his head: I love you. Two years passes and with every day, Alex realizes he loves himself a little more too.

from there were pages turned with the bridges burned (everything you lose is a step you take):

Back in his room, he locks the door behind him and walks over to his desk, everything mostly left untouched from before he’d gone to the hospital. He hasn’t been able to go through it yet, to see the evidence that he was healthy and capable of excelling at things that, at least right now, he couldn’t dream of doing. Not at the same level, anyway. Blinking harshly, he takes his lower lip into his mouth and finds the list of resolutions he’d pinned to his corkboard above it, not one of them marked off yet. There’s no way he could have predicted what this year would have brought. Gently, he takes the thumbtacks out of their spots at the corners and folds up the paper, slipping it into a drawer. Then he retrieves the packet of skittles and pins them up in its place. One day at a time, Alex thinks.

from I want you to have me like I've never been had, you get all my wild parts:

Gently, Henry presses forward into him again, lets himself appreciate the way it feels when he’s not busy chasing his own release. Alex sighs sweetly and widens his legs a bit, his fingers still achingly soft, dancing across Henry’s shoulder blade. It really, really shouldn’t be this easy. Not the dynamic, but— Alex. Henry stares at him, most likely cross-eyed for how close he is but uncaring at the moment, tracing a fingertip through Alex’s drying curls, down the slope of his nose, his top lip, the smile line carved into his cheek. Marvels at the way Alex lets him. He wants to bathe in it. Wants to keep it locked up just as much as he wants to show it off. Wants to care for it—care for him, wants to round up anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of seeing Alex this way and rip the memory from their greedy, ungrateful, undeserving hands. Keep it for himself instead, where it’s beginning to feel like it belongs.

from avalanche:

“Love is patient, love is kind,” Alex murmurs, the scripture replaying clearly in his head— el amor es paciente, es bondadoso. His grandmother's words, then his father’s, now his own, translating them from the way he learned them so that Henry can understand. He presses his lips to Henry’s jaw, solidifies them there. “It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” El amor no es envidioso ni presumido ni orgulloso. He slides a hand over the little scar on Henry’s shoulder, touches it tenderly with his fingertips, only a fraction of the pain he’s endured. “It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.” Henry’s tears wet his cheek when he emphasizes them here; no se comporta con rudeza, no es egoísta, no se enoja fácilmente, no guarda rencor. “Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.” El amor no se deleita en la maldad, sino que se regocija con la verdad. “It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” Todo lo disculpa, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo soporta. Reaching down to fill in the gaps between Henry’s fingers with his own, Alex pulls back enough to look at him properly. Henry’s always kind of taken his breath away, but Alex can see the shift happening in real time— how every word, each passing minute that he spends here, finally where he wants to be, is recharging him. And how much of a marvel is it that where he wants to be is with Alex? Henry leaving had felt like an ending at first. The conclusion of a year long fever dream in which all of his own fears and desires had been finally recognized and tested to their limits. No matter what Henry had chosen to do in the end, he’d changed Alex for the better. The proof was all there, written in fine print for the world to see. Alex would have been okay, eventually, just knowing that. But now he can see that it hadn’t been an ending at all. All of the cracks in Henry’s shiny, practiced, impenetrable exterior are crumbling; shattered first with Henry’s valiant initial swing, the excess gently peeled away with Alex’s fingertips. It’s visible now, everywhere that he’d left his mark on Henry. Everywhere that he’d poured just as much into him as Henry had into Alex. He’s always been capable. But Alex knows, just as much as Henry hopefully does now, that sometimes it’s difficult to get past the litany of weaknesses until someone finally comes along and recognizes them for strengths instead. “El amor jamás se extingue,” he whispers against Henry’s knuckles, his own eyes blurry. “I forgave you a long time ago, amor.”

from it's so hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands:

Henry leans forward to set it aside before he seals himself further into George’s side, an arm propped behind his back as he strokes his knuckles over Alex’s cheek. George turns away to allow them a moment to themselves, but it doesn’t rid him of the intimacy of it all from his position right in the center of it, especially as Alex moves closer, his own fingers dropping to move some of the hair from George’s forehead where it’d fallen haphazardly into his eyes. It takes George even longer to find his voice again, nothing but a rasp when he summons the courage to insert himself into their familiar back and forth. “Why are you doing this?” Henry halts whatever he’d been about to say, dropping his gaze down to George in between them. “We take care of each other,” he says. “Hen has a lot of days like this too,” Alex adds from his other side, his thumb stroking soothingly over George’s brow. “We’re glad you came, George.” His mother would have a fit if she could see him now, taking comfort he isn’t owed from men he shouldn’t want it from. But Henry wipes his tears with the back of his hand and Alex begins singing the dulcet tune of a Spanish lullaby and George feels, perhaps for the first time in his life, like he belongs.

#firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #red white and royal blue #fic pride friday #tag games #YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF EVERYTHING YOU WRITE BECAUSE IT’S NEVER SHORT OF INCREDIBLE #FOR EXAMPLE THE READING OF THAT BIBLE VERSE!!!!

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firstsprinces · 16 days

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happy wednesday :D

thank you @suseagull04 @firenati0n @onthewaytosomewhere @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @henryspearl @getmehighonmagic @kiwiana-writes @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway @captainjunglegym @sunnysideprince @theprinceandagcd @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @heysweetheart-writes @zwiazdziarka @rmd-writes for the tags friends!!! <33

have the first debut of single dad alex:

“I’ve got to tell him,” Henry mumbles into his folded arms on top of the table.

Percy stops attempting to suck up the last of his milkshake through his straw only to ask, “Why, exactly?”

“Because he thinks— I’m not—” Henry sits up against the booth, fumbling for words. “I’m not even good with children, Pez. I thought it was pet sitting, not babysitting.”

Swiping at his mouth with the napkin, Percy nods toward the small paper Henry keeps picking up to fiddle with and then putting down again, the sticker perfectly preserved since Lilli had given it to him the night prior.

“Well, apparently you’ve already received a gold star on your very first day. I’d say you’re doing better than you think you are.”

He drops it again and sighs. “Percy.”

“Alright, alright. But. Seriously, H. You wanted something that would keep you motivated and get you out of the house,” he shrugs. “I think, by every definition, a child is enough to keep you on your toes.”

open tag as always of course, but I'll nab @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged @affectionatelyrs @read-and-write- @cha-melodius @anchoredarchangel @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie as well if any of you feel inclined to share!!!

#OMG SINGLE DAD ALEX #I AM LOULDY HERE FOR IT #firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #wips #red white and royal blue #firstprince au #wip wednesday

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firstsprinces · 16 days

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I'm coming out of the shadows after another couple weeks of being MIA, and I really appreciate the continuous tags from both @onthewaytosomewhere and @priincebutt! Thank you for keeping me in the loop on some of the upcoming fics in our fandom!

I can happily say (hopefully without jinxing it) that I've been back to having more normal days health wise than I have in these past three months, so I am going to try to integrating my way back into the firstprince society!

With that, will finally come the outlaw! Alex AU. I've starting working on it again in bits and pieces. The first chapter should be done on Sunday at the earliest!

He refolds the image of the “Boxcar Bandit” and tucks it into the back of his leather-bound book, flipping over to his latest entry as he does his best to keep his attention to what’s being discussed over the radio. Not only is Henry currently tracking the pathways of the bandit, but he’s also writing a slightly different version of the exploratory events by creating a tale around it that includes him. His gateway to any sort of exciting experiences is to put himself in the criminal’s place, without the characteristics of being involved in any crimes. Instead of being the “Boxcar Bandit”, Henry sees himself as a lone traveler who’s seeking the wonders and riches of the never-ending lands of the world. He’s not running away from anybody. He’s running to every opportunity that only exist in his wildest dreams. He dips the nib of his pen back into the inkwell before he begins to recreate the truth as another chapter of an epic fable that he knows his father would have loved to read if he was still here. After losing himself in his own words, Henry exhales a long stream of breath from his mouth before dragging his hands over his face. He knows he should start making his way to his cot to attempt to get some sleep. There’s so much racing through his thoughts right now like can he even afford another round trip on the train for the church fundraiser, or what would happen if he falls asleep too late and misses the entire event?

Leaving this tag open as I catch up on posts!

#firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #wip #red white and royal blue #wip wednesday #firstprince au #outlaw alex

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firstsprinces · 16 days

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Happy Wednesday folks! Thank you to @duchessdepolignaca03 and @getmehighonmagic for the early tags! Coming at you all again with more from my fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb because it's about all I can work on right now. Sorry if yall are sick of it, but I haven't really had the bandwidth for anything else and I'm very proud of how well my writing is going for this one!

But something about a soulmate mark felt like it was taking away his ability to choose. Why should the universe dictate who he would love? At the end of the day, though, isn’t the universe always going to choose? Aren’t those old crones with their strings of fate always going to weave out the tapestry of his life anyway? Now that Henry’s sitting here, in front of him, vulnerable, soft, pliant… Alex isn’t so mad anymore. How could he be mad that the universe brought him Henry? Sweet Henry who talks about yesteryears like they were yesterday? Wonderful Henry, who blushes at compliments and diverts conversation back to Alex, like he’s an open book Henry is eager to devour. Henry, who has the quiet confidence of a man who knows exactly who he is, and what he stands for, and won’t be swayed from that. It’s easy to see why the universe had brought him Henry. Now that Henry’s here in front of him, now that Henry’s chosen him and he’s chosen Henry, Alex only feels elation to finally be seen.

Time for tags! Open tag to anyone who wants it, as always, and also tagging @zwiazdziarka , @sparklepocalypse , @anincompletelist , @firenati0n , @heysweetheart-writes , @firstsprinces , @piratefalls , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @sunnysideprince , @forever-fixating , @wordsofhoneydew , @itsmaybitheway , @taste-thewaste , @onthewaytosomewhere , @theprinceandagcd , @nocoastposts , @indestructibleheart , @magicandarchery

#wip wednesday #red white and royal blue fan fiction #firstprince #I ADORE THIS #all soulmates fic are welcomed by me

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firstsprinces · 16 days

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it's a Wednesday of the WIP variety

so it's an insmonia-fied post once again - but if i make it now i don't hafta worry about forgetting later

so thanks ever so much @suseagull04 @stellarm @duchessdepolignaca03 @typicalopposite for the early tags

so i'm back to getting this tswift fairytale done for the Eras event and i had a breakthrough and figured how to write the bit with turning kitten!henry back to the usual 'lil alex's bff henry - yay!!!!

so some (not yet edited and well i should be sleeping anyway) words

“That was very quick thinking, Alex. I’m sure Henry will appreciate you keeping the two of you out of trouble, since I know you are quite often the one getting the two of you into it.” The young prince let out a huff that shook his entire body, “Let me tell you he is more than making up for it in kitten form, it’s like he knows he’s too adorable to be mad at so he’s trying to get back at me for everything ever!” Prince Alex flings himself back onto the sofa with a pout that rivals the adorableness of the kitten he was just talking about. Said kitten lets out a howl from the table where he is with their fathers and is across the room pouncing into the lap of the young prince. Alex lets out an “oof” at the impact of the kitten on him, only half exaggerated. The duke laughs at the indignant look the young prince gives his kitten friend, choosing the moment to confirm some things about what went wrong to leave the young Prince Henry a kitten. “Alex can you tell me, if you remember, when you and Henry were practicing your magic were either of you distracted or did something happen around you that was out of the ordinary? Well, before your friend turned into a kitten at least.” “Well,” the young prince runs his fingers over the kitten resting in his lap, appearing nervous, “I think, well, I may have gotten distracted by the blue of Henry’s eyes for a moment. See, they reminded me of a kitten I had seen a few days before. But then – I made sure to bring my mind right back, you’ve told me quite often that not paying attention during the magic is dangerous.” The young prince looks down at his friend who has fallen asleep in his lap, then back up to the man in front of him, the man who has taught him the bulk of the magic he has learned, with a crestfallen expression on his face, whispering, “Raf, did I turn Henry into a kitten because I was distracted?”

so how about a slew of no-pressure tags beneath the cut and an open tag if ur seeing this and want to post as well ❤️

@adreamareads @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @henryspearl @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jellibuns @jmagnabo92 @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @msmarvelouswinchester @nocoastposts @piratefalls @sophie1973 @sunnysideprince @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @thesleepyskipper @wordsofhoneydew @yrsacdfox @thinkof-england @getmehighonmagic @captainjunglegym @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @orchidscript @oxfordslutphase @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @cricketnationrise

#wip wednesday #firstprince #kitten!henry #rwrb wip #firstprince fic #how does one make henry more adorable?? you create kitten!henry!

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sunday sentences :D

HELLO HELLO @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @getmehighonmagic @priincebutt @onthewaytosomewhere @magicandarchery @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @saturntheday @captainjunglegym @oxfordslutphase some of yall were EARLY this week I respect your hustle 🫡

bouncing between several wips right now but since we have established that my official brand is Angsty & Emotional Smut™, here! have some more! sjdhksjhdksh

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“Thank you,” Henry gasps as Alex shifts forward between his legs, reclaiming a space inside of Henry that only Alex has traversed before. “Thank you. Thank you—”

“Stop it,” Alex grits, dropping to his forearms to press his temple to Henry’s. “Stop fucking thanking me for something that I was fucking made to do.” He swallows back his own tears and holds his breath until he’s fully seated, the both of them sharing a wordless exhale.

Alex hates how much it still feels like home. Wants to take a sledgehammer to the walls and board up the windows all at once. Get out with Henry in tow; never leave.

“Just— just—” Alex huffs, his fingers curling into the sheets beside Henry’s head. The familiar words come too easily, a language millions have now read and picked apart but only he and Henry understand. “Take what you need and know you deserve to have it, yeah?”

NO PRESSURE AND OPEN TAG OFC BUT ALSO @firstsprinces @affectionatelyrs @firenati0n @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @read-and-write- @heysweetheart-writes @rockyroadkylers @iboatedhere @rmd-writes @zwiazdziarka @cricketnationrise @anchoredarchangel @lfg1986-2 @futureseaempress @user-anakin @leojfitz @duchessdepolignaca03 @sunnysideprince @ladyknightellen @raysletters @whimsymanaged <3333

#OKAY OKAY I AM TORN OVER #SOMETHING I WAS MADE TO DO #TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND KNOW THAT YOU DESERVE TO HAVE IT YEAH #seven sentence sunday #rwrb #red white and royal blue fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #firstprince au

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Thank you to @priincebutt , @onthewaytosomewhere , and @anincompletelist for tagging me! I've missed reading from you so much while I've been gone! It’s all SO GOOD.

It’s been a while since I’ve written or shared anything, as I sort of explained in my post yesterday, so this Sunday’s share comes from an AU that came to me before I've started feeling like crap every single day. It's in its extremely rough draft stages/or it won’t exist at all if I feel like it’s going nowhere.

Here’s snippet from my phone notes of an angel Henry/hellion Alex AU!

“You have somewhere to be now, don’t you?” Phillip states, knowing exactly where Henry should be instead of having this pointless conversation with him. He doesn’t even understand why Philip had felt the need to pull him from his responsibilities of being part of the Angel Guard as a Guardian of Souls because without him they’re outnumbered and temptations from the Hellions becomes that much stronger for all of the souls in line for entry and awaiting The Blessing ceremony. Hundreds of thousands of souls gather by the gates every wakening, waiting for a safe entry into Heaven from the In Between; the holding area between Earth and Heaven. Once a soul separates itself from its human body to exist in the afterlife, it’s either sent to the In Between for one final judgement call to see if it’s either capable to ignore or be persuaded by temptations to determine the next step of its fate. In some cases souls have gone directly to Hell, skipping the purgatory step due to the severity of evilness of their use of a physical human body in the duration of their life on Earth. Henry’s honorable duty in the Angel Guard is to protect the awaiting souls from the Hellions, or the archangels who come from the shadows below in hopes of sinfully taunting impressionable souls to join them in Hell with promises of rebelliousness without the consequences they’d have to face on Earth, or in some cases Heaven as well.

I have so many open ideas of where I could possibly take this fic, so it might just be a chaotic mess that I write and never share. We'll see what happens once I clear out some of my older WIPs first!

Leaving this tag open! I will check in again once I feel up to it!

#firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince fanfic #firstprince au #seven sentence sunday #six sentence sunday #Angels au #angel Henry #hellion Alex

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Sunday Sentences

Okey dokey artichokeys let's do this - it's Sunday now and well i'm still up (of course world-class insomniac after all) and i've got a couple tags from the lovely @hgejfmw-hgejhsf & @priincebutt so i don't even hafta start us off ❤️

I think I typed the last word of my 'lil ACD signs all the books fic - gotta sign 'em all - unless I find I missed something when I go do the edits - well other than whatever I come up with for a dedication since I was a dummy and have Alex read it lol - so any thoughts on a good dedication to Alex for Henry's first book let me know ❤️

so here we go -

“I am truly sorry for her. Every time I think she can’t get worse, she proves me wrong, but I love her more than my own sister, so I’m stuck with her.” Athena shakes her head in faux disgust at her friend. “It’s all good, and she is right. I’m more than happy to sign the book,” Alex extends his hand for it before continuing, “After all, I hear it’s quite the distinction to have both mine and Henry’s autographs.” He turns to the dedication page that he has turned to so many times and sees something he hasn’t seen before. There on the page is Henry’s signature, usurping some of the space he usually fills. He grabs the pen from his bag while laughing at the fact that, apparently, they are starting something new in this little book signing adventure. He reads Henry’s ‘Athena, hope this continues to bring you joy, and you get that other signature here you want’ with that ever-so-neat signature of his. Alex looks up and sees both of them smile before Athena says, “Yeah, I know you generally like to fill the page on your own, or at least that’s what I hear, but I wanted something to distinguish mine. I hope you're okay with sharing the page with Henry.” Alex thinks he’s more than okay sharing everything with Henry, so he’s more than happy to share this little thing, even though he knows it is something he won’t say to a stranger. Instead, he replies, “Of course, but you know that as soon as others find out this has happened, they’re all gonna want the same thing. But, you can be the one who starts the trend,” with a smile. He signs the book with a quip about sharing his space and his signature in a large flourish. The girls giggle when they read it, and he remembers why he is still doing this a couple of years after the book first came out. He’s prepared to spend at least a bit of time talking with them as he’s come to find that he doesn’t mind some of these moments and has plenty of time to spare before his flight leaves. That is not what happens as they stop giggling, and Athena speaks up, “Thanks so much for signing this; I am so happy right now. We’ll leave you to what you were doing. Thanks again.” He’s ready to tell them they don’t have to rush off when Marcy pipes in, “What Athena means is we need to sit in a corner and squee like silly schoolgirls as we re-read those bits you boys have written there. You really do not need to be subjected to that – it’s just embarrassing, trust me.”

some no pressure tags❤️

@adreamareads @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @heysweetheart-writes @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @piratefalls @sophie1973 @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @typicalopposite & @oxfordslutphase

#JOINING IN ON THE SQUEEING #sunday sentences #red white and royal blue #firstprince

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firstsprinces · 1 month

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So, between starting a new job and a magazine deadline and trying to be the social extrovert I am, I have found myself writing very little this week. But happy some sentences sunday yall!! Thank you to @getmehighonmagic for an early tag, I'm going to jump on this and schedule a midnight posting and hope for the best! Y'all get a big chunk of soulmate au this go around!

By his third or fourth lifetime, he’s a cynic who’s given up hope of his soul ever being complete. Henry’s been written about through lauded poetry, his body has been immortalized on canvas and in stone, and yet no one has come to claim him, no one is there to love him, and he’s lonely. Of course he makes friends everywhere he goes, and he’s taken to settling in places for years before moving on, allowing him to establish shallow roots before forcing himself to pull them up, stunt their growth, and start fresh. And so that’s how he continues on down his rambling road of life – lonely, empty, hollowed out and desolate. He wonders if he might live as long as the statue of himself – cold and unfeeling save for the mark on his arm, proof that maybe there could be more to this life. But even that he’s starting to doubt. He befriends a satyr around the 15th century, a man by the name of Percy who seems to read Henry like a book and takes him under his wing. It’s the first time Henry has vocalized his ailment – that the years slide on, slipping like sand between his open fingers, but he’s stuck like a rock in a current, shaped by time but showing no visible wear. They become friends over glasses of wine and late nights of conversation, sharing all they’ve seen and all they’ve known, and Henry opens up to him about the mark on his arm, earning Apollo’s scorn, and his surety now that no one exists for him, it’s all just the cruel trick of a jilted god.

Now for tags!! @duchessdepolignaca03 , @zwiazdziarka , @sparklepocalypse , @anincompletelist , @firenati0n , @heysweetheart-writes , @firstsprinces , @piratefalls , @magicandarchery , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @sunnysideprince , @forever-fixating , @wordsofhoneydew , @piratefalls , @itsmaybitheway , @taste-thewaste , @gayrootvegetable , @onthewaytosomewhere and an open tag for anyone who may want to participate!!

#firstprince #rwrb #six sentence sunday #firstprince fanfic #firstprince au #YAY MORE SOULMATES AU #LOVING THE CHARACTERIZATIONS AND THE SETTING I NEED THIS

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firstsprinces · 1 month

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just popping in real quick to let you know where i’ve been, not that i think anyone really is wondering.

i’m currently trying to figure out why i’ve had the same headache for the past 40 days, so i’ve been trying out all sorts of things to try and relax the tension, which can be caused overuse of cell phones and computers. not sure if it’s working and my doctor has been extremely unhelpful so i’m figuring it out on my own for now.

i’m reading everything i’ve been tagged in from the past two weeks and loving what’s even shared! i’m so behind but i’ll hopefully catch up soon?

i haven’t been writing at all but i might try a paragraph or two until sitting upright becomes unbearable.

i hope you’re all doing well! i miss it around here

🤍 Kia

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firstsprinces · 2 months

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Happy Wednesday, pals! A big thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere, @priincebutt, and @anincompletelist for the tags! All three of your shares are PURE GOLD and I'm so excited that they were what I've read so far tonight!

If you were here in my "early days" then you'll know my beloved was Alex dressed up as a strawberry. Well, Strawberry Boy Alex makes an appearance in my five times/strawberry berry farm fic that's coming soon! Henry loves boys and berries (separately...and together)

"Why don't you just go introduce yourself?" Bea inquires, giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow. Henry looks down at his feet and shakes his head. There's no way he's going to just break through the group of happy children that are currently being entertained by his crush, who is dressed up as a strawberry, because it'll all just make him feel even more embarrassed. "What's the worst that can happen?" She adds as she tosses a small round strawberry into the green basket Henry practically has death grip on. "All sorts of disastrous things." Henry replies with a groan as the list of awkward things grows and then ends with rejection in front of one of the most unfiltered groups of people ever. "I think you're being far too hard on yourself. You never know, he may feel the same way and he's just waiting for you to grow a pair." "Grow a pair?" He scoffs. "Thanks, Bea." "Anytime." She beams up at him as she takes a bite of the next strawberry she picks. Then she snatches the basket from him and walks further down the row of strawberries. Henry turns his head to look towards his direction again, the laughter coming from the children louder this time as he starts using the fruit he's holding as puppets and smashing them together. Once he's finished with his gimmick he takes a bow, even though it's difficult to bend in the strawberry costume.

Leaving this tag open and will catch up with everyone soon!

#wip wednesday #firstprince #rwrb #firstprince fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince fanfic #firstprince au #strawberry farmer alex #strawberry alex

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firstsprinces · 2 months

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wip wednesday! :D

HAPPY MIDDLE OF THE WEEK YALL! many thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere @kiwiana-writes @junebugclaremontdiaz @sophie1973 @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @sunnysideprince @captainjunglegym @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @wordsofhoneydew @priincebutt @ships-to-sail @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags, I so enjoyed actually reading all of your lovely words on TIME today skjhskjhdkhsf <33333

been seeing a lot of age gap fics lately (which I love) but not many with older alex, sooooooooooo here is that? enjoy!

“Can I, uh, help you with something?” Alex coughs awkwardly into his fist, tapping his fingers on the wood of the bar from the adjacent row of seats.

Alex has never in his life seen someone so blatant in their appraisal, even after years of being in the media circus. The guy tilts his head thoughtfully, running his eyes from the brim of Alex’s hat down to where his torso disappears behind the bartop.

“Maybe,” he decides. “What’s your name?”

A splintered laugh catches in the back of Alex’s throat. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?”

Pursing his lips to hide the burgeoning smile, Alex ducks his head down to stare at his half-empty drink as he works out his options here.

“I’m Alex.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” he says, closing his journal and leaning forward onto it with an elbow. He nods toward his own drink, still mostly full, and back to Alex. “Would you mind ordering me a refill? I’m fresh out.”

Alex chuckles. “Smooth.”

“Neat, actually.”

Hiding his grin in his chest, Alex shakes his head, the barely-there curl of the guy’s lips imprinted behind his eyelids. He really shouldn’t.

“Should I—?” he gestures to the open seat beside him.

“Be my guest.”

He slides off of his own stool and relocates to his spot a bit further down, a knit-covered elbow brushing his own when Alex settles in next to him. The scent of something clean, maybe laundry detergent, floods his senses, and he curls his fingernails into the skin on his palm to keep from reaching out to see if the man’s cheek is as soft as it looks.

“Do I get to know your name?”

“Would it be too presumptuous of me to say you could call me whatever you like?” A blonde brow quirks up, his mouth following the same trajectory when Alex huffs a laugh. “It’s Henry.”

“A pleasure, Henry,” Alex says, offering a hand.

His fingers are warm, calloused where the pencil had sat moments ago, when he shakes Alex’s hand slowly, holding his eye. “I’m hoping so.”

OPEN TAG of course, but also @firenati0n @eusuntgratie @ladyknightellen @firstsprinces @whimsymanaged @anchoredarchangel @cricketnationrise @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @getmehighonmagic @rockyroadkylers

#OLDER ALEX?!#STOP RIGHT NOW AND SIGN ME UP #their meeting already has me SCREAMING #wips #wip wednesday

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