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mulderscully · 3 days
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ALEX + looking at Henry [companion to this]
Because you're it, okay? I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.
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marz-rm · 2 days
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summer vibes with the boys ☀️
no watermark and nsfw drawings only on patreon
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tawaifeddiediaz · 2 days
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narrator: that's when everything changed
(or, if i had a nickel for every time disaster gays told each other nothing would change when everything did, i'd have two nickels.)
[ID: two color gifs from 911 7.05 and two black and white gifs from Red, White and Royal Blue, alternating.
GIF 1: Eddie leaning towards Buck, his expression open and earnest as he reassures him, "This doesn't change a thing between us, okay?"
GIF 2: Henry holding Alex against the back of the cough as they kiss, his hands moving to Alex's buttons as he says, "To be clear, this changes nothing between us."
GIF 3: Buck watching Eddie expectantly, his expression looking lost as he nods, looking down as he says, "Good, that's a relief." His tone is flat, as if he was waiting for something else.
GIF 4: Henry continuing to unbutton Alex's shirt as their noses bump together. Alex holds on to Henry's waist as he says, "I was about to say the same thing." Henry laughs as his hands move to Alex's chest, saying, "No you weren't."
/end ID]
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ninzied · 3 days
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they fight. brownstone era. for @dreamsinthewitchouse. ~1k.
It starts out so small that Henry hardly realizes what it’s become until it’s too late. He doesn’t mean to sigh when Alex gets home and sets his things down at the table, next to the dinner Henry’s spent hours making only to then watch grow cold. But then Alex’s apology—which Henry is certain he means but rather wishes hadn’t been needed to start with—feels just sharp enough that Henry is hurt by it, and the hurt comes out all wrong.
It comes out angry, and maybe a little bit selfish, and Alex is stretched thin as it is, Henry knows this, yet once he’s made it about himself it’s like a disease and he can’t seem to stop it from spreading.
And then he hears Alex say that he can take the couch, and Henry goes so still it’s as if Alex just dealt him a physical blow. They’re fighting, he realizes. It’s one dinner, which Alex hadn’t even known he was missing, and now it’s come to them sleeping apart because Henry’s little feelings got wounded?
“No,” says Henry. “Absolutely not.”
Alex rubs tiredly at his eyes. “Are we really going to fight about this, too?”
“No,” says Henry hotly, “because this part is not up for discussion. You’re the one with exams tomorrow, so I’ll be taking the couch tonight, thanks.”
“Hen,” Alex starts, but Henry walks past him into the kitchen. He’s hanging on by a death grip to his very last shred of dignity when all he wants to do is let go.
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His cloudy mood dissipates halfway through doing the dishes. Still, it takes with it more than just anger, draining him totally, leaving him not so much clear-headed as feeling like he’s all hollowed out.
Henry knows he’ll get no sleep tonight.
It’s not the couch itself, of course; it’s that even after all this time, sleep still doesn’t come easily without Alex there beside him. It’s David worrying at Henry’s feet, making distressed little snuffling sounds. It’s that no matter how small the fight, or how infrequently they do it, each time it never fails to awaken in Henry all the old fears that Alex will leave him. That Alex will finally decide he’s had enough of—well, all of this. All of Henry.
He tries not to think it too often. It’s not fair to Alex, and to the beautiful life that they’ve built together, but when 3AM comes and the semi-delirium of no sleep sets in, those fears are harder to write off as not real.
He wants nothing more than to go to Alex. To hold him and tell him how sorry he is, that he’s asked for more than he has any right to. That loving someone like Henry is neither simple nor easy, he knows, and he wants to be better, he will be better, for Alex. But that would be letting his fears speak for him, saying he’s less than, that the broken things in him are simply not meant to be loved.
Henry can do better than that. Alex would never stand for such talk, and perhaps more importantly, Henry will not stand for it either.
He tosses and turns, and lets the fears have their moment, looming large there in the dark. And then he gathers a blanket around his shoulders and heads up the stairs.
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The light is still on in their bedroom. Henry can hear the flip of a page, the faint scratch of a pen from behind the door. He closes his eyes and pictures Alex at their desk, a hand through his hair, his forehead creased in concentration. Henry’s soothed by the routine of it, the familiar touches of a life with a person he knows so well and loves more than it should be possible to love another person but isn’t.
And he owes it to Alex, to let Alex love him back the same way.
Henry tucks himself in right there in the hallway, content just to know that Alex is there, and to not demand anything more of him than that. The fears retreat to their shadows once more, back to a smaller haunting—always there, a part of Henry, but a part that he knows Alex loves, just as fiercely as the rest of him, always.
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He’s not certain how long he’s dozed for, but the next thing he knows is the feel of Alex’s lips on his brow. The soft way he murmurs, “Baby. Scoot over. David, you too. How long have you been here? Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Mm.” Henry cracks a bleary eye open as Alex drapes something heavy around them. His arms encircle Henry next, and it’s hard to think of a reason to move now that it feels like they’re both where they should be. David noses his way beneath the covers, shifting down to curl at their feet. “Love, are these our bed linens?”
“Yeah,” says Alex, nuzzling into Henry’s neck. That one simple touch is enough to make Henry’s entire chest ache with relief. “Was going to sneak onto the couch next to you. This works too though. Fuck, I missed you.”
“We shouldn’t stay on the floor,” Henry tells him, burrowing closer, breathing him in. His words are half-muffled against Alex’s chest. “You need rest, in an actual bed. You’ve worked hard and you deserve the world to show for it.”
“Don’t need any of that,” says Alex. “Just you. I will fight you on that part,” he adds when Henry opens his mouth. “I’m so pissed at myself that you thought for even a second any of those things could matter to me more than this.”
“No, I’ve been selfish,” frowns Henry. “I’ve been too focused on what I want, and what makes me happy, and—”
“Good,” says Alex. “It’s about fucking time.”
And then he leans in and kisses Henry like it’s everything Alex wants too, Henry defending himself, Henry fighting for what he wants and deserves. Henry, knowing he’s loved, and loved, for all that he is and never for a single thing less than that.
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zmoknus · 2 days
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another day, another drawing💕
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almightaylor · 2 days
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Every time nick and taylor breathes a new ship of their characters gets invented in the rwrb fandom:
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singer henry x actor alex
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mariott
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our fav himbos
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george x tzp as peter?
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patrochilles
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taylorswifts13 · 18 hours
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#protective husband mode activated
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maxbegone · 23 hours
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fshmgtn · 3 days
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mylucayathoughts · 1 day
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Wedding Henry: 🙂🤝😶
Wedding Alex: 😩😐😠
New years Party Henry: 😍🫠🤕
New years Party Alex: 🍺😁🕺
Under the Tree Henry: 😓😩💋
Under the Tree Alex: 🤨😳🫠
Red room Henry: 😟🙏😳
Red room Alex: 😍💋💋
Paris Cafe Henry: 🤭🍆🫣
Paris Cafe Alex: 🤔🤭🤭
Paris Hotel Henry: 😍😳🥰
Paris Hotel Alex: 😍😳🥰
DC morning Henry: 😴😶‍🌫️😶
DC morning Alex: 😴🫨😩
Karaoke night Henry: 🥃🎶🎤
Karaoke night Alex: 🤟😍🥰
Lake Henry: 😊😳💔
Lake Alex: ☺️🥰😥
Kensington palace Henry: 😶😖😢
Kensington Palace Alex: 🥺😫😭
V&A Henry: 💭😳☺️
V&A Alex: 😍🫂😌
Piano Scene Henry: 😊😄🥰
Piano Scene Alex: 😍🥰😍
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leaves-of-laurelin · 23 hours
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Binary Light
In the sci-fi smash-hit movie Binary Light, Dev Creehil (played by Alex Claremont-Diaz) and Qindeli (played by Henry Fox) go from enemies to reluctant allies to friends. While a legion of on-line fans believe that arc should have included a ‘to lovers’ at the end, the behind the scenes truth is that the lead actors stayed firmly enemies to enemies throughout filming.
Fresh off a brutal breakup, Alex is back for the sequel and back to dealing with Henry—the asshole Hollywood nepo baby who has failed to conceal his disdain for Alex ever since their first chemistry read. In the script the shippers will finally be getting what they’ve always wanted, but, as some of Henry’s ice begins to thaw, what Alex wants has become decidedly more confusing.
Read on AO3
Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
Pairing: firstprince (Alex x Henry)
Complete, Chapters: 12, Rating: E, Words: 63k+
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cha-melodius · 2 days
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Well well well, it's Wednesday again. I'm posting this fic tomorrow so have another teaser before I do so. Thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dumbpeachjuice, @eusuntgratie @welcometololaland
@cricketnationrise and @three-drink-amy for the tags! (wow this five tags per paragraph thing is dumb)
“You came back,” Henry says, his voice soft with something like wonder. “Of course I did,” Alex replies. “We didn’t finish our conversation.” Henry ducks his head, blond hair falling alluringly over his forehead as his cheeks turn pink. The way their bodies mimic human physiology is astounding sometimes. “I suppose we didn’t. Would you care to walk with me in the gardens? It’s a lovely day.” “Can we do that?” “Ironically, you’re allowed so long as you have one of us with you, and I’m allowed so long as I’m with a guest,” Henry explains. “Plus, you’re a foreign dignitary. No one will bother us.” “Sure you wanna be seen with me? My sister would say I’m the furthest thing from dignified,” Alex says, grinning probably a little too broadly. Henry’s smile slants mischievous as he steps close enough for Alex to get a noseful of linen and fresh grass again. “Maybe I like that about you.”
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henryfcx · 16 hours
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I want it to include you. And my love for you.
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nocoastposts · 2 days
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Thank you for the tags, @meraki-yao @itsmaybitheway @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @cha-melodius and @msmarvelouswinchester !
I'm sharing another snippet from my untitled Berlin missing scene WIP! Y'all seemed really excited about this one, and I am, too.
When Alex finally pulls back, he brushes his thumb across Henry’s swollen bottom lip, pink and shining with spit. Henry presses a soft kiss to the tip before sucking it into his mouth, and their eyes quickly lock together. Henry’s pupils are wide and his breath is already becoming labored.
This, Alex thinks, is the sight he’s been dying to see. Something about the sight of picture-perfect, poised and polished Prince Henry losing composure always does it for Alex. When he gets this version of Henry, it feels like he’s been trusted with a tremendous secret. 
Alex ducks his head forward and brings his lips to brush against Henry’s cheek. Maybe it’s a little bit too tender for what they are, but he doesn’t dwell on it, moving to press firm kisses along Henry’s chiseled jaw. Alex can’t help but smile against Henry’s skin when he hears a sharp intake of breath close to his ear. 
“Feeling okay?” Alex asks with sincerity. He knows that Henry is enjoying this but is mindful of the vulnerable dynamic at play tonight. This isn’t only about the two of them feeling good. Alex wants to make sure Henry feels safe, too.
No-pressure tagging some of y'all and offering an open tag as always! I won't be online much today but can't wait to catch up on your snippets ASAP.
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almightaylor · 2 days
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Alexander Gabriel 🤍 Henry George
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