#firstprince fluff

[ticklishraspberries]

Teeth (Alex/Henry)

Summary: Alex makes good on a promise he made via email, and discovers something interesting about Henry. (Somewhat based on an anonymous prompt, and on one of Alex’s canon messages to Henry in the book. Hope y’all enjoy!!)

Alex had just been teasing when he sent the email, but the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to follow through on those words: “I’ll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you’re in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you ‘baby.’ I’ll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.”

And so, the next time Henry is around, Alex decides to do just that. They’re making out in a hotel room, as they’ve done plenty of times before, but the time they’ve spent apart adds to the desperation of it all.

Kissing at Henry’s neck, Alex experimentally nips at the pale skin, resulting in a small gasp. He knows it’s a terrible idea, but he isn’t thinking about paparazzi or makeup artists or public appearances as he begins to worry a bruise on the side of Henry’s throat.

“Marking me up doesn’t seem very wise.”

Mind-reader. “I promised to take you apart with my teeth, though.”

Henry’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “Do it somewhere that I can hide, at least.”

Alex pouts but complies, pulling away from his neck and observing the red spot — it should fade quickly, but Henry is so pale, the mark sticks out. Oops!

“Where do you suggest I go, baby?” he asks, smirking as the pet name results in a shiver. “I believe I also promised to make you admit how much that gets to you…”

Henry covers his eyes with one hand, smiling like a fool and shaking his head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You know it turns me on when you use big words.”

They both laugh, easily switching between dirty talk and silly banter. Since Henry failed to answer his question, Alex takes it upon himself to gently sink his teeth into Henry’s right shoulder, resulting in a groan.

His mouth wanders, trailing kisses, nips, and licks along smooth skin. He even dares to dart his tongue out to tease one of Henry’s nipples, which causes a hilarious noise somewhere between a moan, a gasp, and a giggle.

It’s a ridiculous sound, so why does Alex find it so fucking hot? He trails kisses past Henry’s sternum and down his belly, pausing to nip the softness below his navel, just above where his pantline would be, if he were wearing any pants.

Henry squirms, and it's the first time he’s put up any sort of physical resistance so far, and it stops Alex in his tracks.

“Is this alright?” he asks.

Henry nods. “Yes, it’s perfect.”

“You just got a bit wriggly there, I wasn’t sure if you were trying to tell me to stop.”

“If I wanted you to stop, I’d tell you,” Henry assures him, reaching a hand out to stroke the side of his face. “It just feels…odd, in some places, I suppose.”

“Odd?” Alex quirks a brow. “Odd how?”

Even in the low lamplight, Alex observes Henry’s blush darken even further. 

“It’s just…sensitive.”

Alex is about to snark at how unspecific of an answer that is before an idea pops into his head. “Did that tickle?” he asks, unable to hide the mischievous smile that curls on his lips.

“No,” Henry replies, far too quickly to be believable, and Alex is clambering on top of him in an instant, trying to hold his hips and legs in place. He returns his mouth to Henry’s belly, barely ghosting the skin with his lips.

Perhaps it’s the light, playful mood, or the anticipation of the inevitable, but Henry starts to giggle after just a few moments. It’s completely and utterly adorable, and Alex just about melts.

“How did I not know about this?” he asks. “How dare you not share this important information with me, your best friend. How will the tabloids believe that we actually like each other if I don’t know everything about you, Your Highness?”

Henry’s hands do little to bat him away, twitching beneath each brush of skin. Alex can’t stop grinning like a dumbass.

“Cut it out,” Henry whines. “You’re killing the mood!”

“I disagree,” Alex replies. “I have the Prince of England helpless under my touch, breathless and blushing. I’m tickling a member of the monarchy! Is this some kind of crime?”

As he talks, his fingers join the game, spidering up Henry’s sides and keeping a steady stream of laughter pouring from his lips.

“Yes! This is punishable by death!” he cries.

“It’d be worth it,” Alex says without thinking, and then, since that feels too sincere, too vulnerable, he leans down to blow a small raspberry on Henry’s stomach, a stupid thing that June used to do to him when he was a kid, and it just seems like a natural way to distract from his words.

Henry didn’t react too strongly, but Alex could feel his muscles twitching under his lips. “Please—”

“Begging already?” Alex asks. “Tell you what: I’ll stop tickling you if you say you love being called ‘baby’. And, add that I’m awesome in there somewhere.”

Henry's laughter kicks up a notch as Alex’s fingers find the soft curve of his waist and squeeze. “Never!” he still manages to reply.

Alex takes his time exploring different spots, poking and pinching all over the torso before him. There’s a charming, almost boyish quality to Henry’s laughter, mainly when Alex focuses on his ribs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gives in, hands batting uselessly at the offending fingers. “I’ll say it!”

He could be really mean and make Henry spit his confession out between those sweet giggles, but he’s feeling generous this evening, and slows his touches to a stop. “I’m all ears.”

Henry refuses to look at him as he catches his breath before murmuring, “I like it when you call me ‘baby’…And, you’re awesome, I suppose.”

“A little cheeky, but I’ll accept it.”

Henry slumps back against the mattress, and Alex moves to lie down beside him.

“You are a menace to society,” Henry says.

“I got you to admit it though,” Alex replies, smug as ever.

“You used more than your teeth, though.” It almost sounds like a challenge.

“Maybe next time.”

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[firstprincewrites]

This Magnetic Force Of A Man

Henry is captivated by Alex Claremont-Diaz, there's no other way to describe the heat in his belly or the instant infatuation. For a long time, Henry is hopeless, dreaming a dream that seems so far away. When a media disaster strikes and things change for the better, Henry is left overwhelmed by the intensity of Alex - the man himself is a force to be reckoned with. In their heavier moments, Henry leans into the soft grip of dark curls, leans into the feeling of being grounded by another. Read to find out how Henry navigates all the big moments in their relationship, one hair pull at a time.

Caught Beneath the Landslide

What if Henry hadn't been emotionally unavailable leading to him being rude to Alex upon first meeting him in Melbourne? What if, instead of hating each other, their relationship starts right then and there? Come find out what happens when Henry and Alex find themselves growing up together, nursing a connection, and navigating hurdles in life without the fear of being alone in the fight. What could our boys possibly get up to now?

When Everything's Made To Be Broken

Henry is happy to be back at Etton College for his senior year but that's thrown off course by the president's son untimely arrival. A personal catastrophe brings Alex to England to rain on Henry's parade - at least, that's what the Prince thinks when the First Son arrives. Soon, Henry finds that there's a lot more to Alex and the relationship meant to exist between them.

Keep Breaking Me In

After a long night, Henry isn't expecting Shaan to knock on his door to bring bad news. Yet, his equerry stands there with a sheepish look on his face, nonetheless. Henry is quick to find out that Phillip got his hands on a damning video and plans to use it as a way to dishonorably discharge Henry from military service. Too bad Phillip doesn't recognize the other man in the video - Alex Claremont-Diaz is a high caliber Civil Rights lawyer just waiting to defend instances just like this.

Try To Document This Light

Buying the brownstone is both the start of Henry's path away from the crown and a concrete future for himself and Alex. It's a place he can call home with the man that he loves, a place where they can grow, change, and shift into the men they're going to be for the world to come. After a lifetime of not really belonging anywhere, Henry finds a space that's truly his. Read to catch little peaks into his life with Alex and what the future has in store for them between the walls of that simple little brownstone.

Just the Thought Of You (Gets Me So High)

"Amy helped me plan it."What went into Henry's ocean crossing surprise? What were his thoughts going to the DNC where he'd finally see Alex on the stage, doing what he loves & looking amazing while doing it? Read to find out Henry's side of things as the night of the DNC unfolds.

I Like That Thing You Do

Ever since the first polo match Alex attended, his obsession with Henry on a horse has only grew. Years into their relationship, Alex is still hanging onto the pitch's fence, watching with rapt fascination. Read to find out what happens when Phillip asks a question that creates a lust monster Alex can't control. No one ever said those white pants Henry wears aren't meant to be destroyed.

With the View In the Morning (You Won't Ever Go Back)

Despite being together just shy of a year, the night of the election is a first for both Alex and Henry. After sneaking away to linger in their victory, Henry is surprised by Alex's initiative. They're on his home court so Henry is expecting the usual but Alex has something different in mind. The shift is enough to knock Henry's world off kilter in the best of ways. Read to find out how Henry survives his first time topping.

Can We Dance In the Dark?

"Who would you be?""Be a writer. Live in Paris."Inspired by this beautiful quote, this fic follows Henry Fox, a writer who's famous for crafting stories about a fictional prince - The Royal Blue series follows James through the trials and tribulations of being young, royal, and gay as a maypole. He loves what he does but inspiration is dry. He can't find the words and is severely stuck in a bout of writer's block. To try and abate it, Henry takes David for a walk - fate, the dear she is, finds a way to intervene. After a collision, Henry comes face to face with Alex Claremont-Diaz, law student and first son of the United States. Read to find out how their relationship develops into something worth writing about.

This Happily Ever After

For such a natural, easy sort of relationship like Alex and Henry's, there is a lot of weight on their shoulders. Despite themselves, they're making history with each new step they take in their relationship. It's a good thing, then, that neither man is a stranger to the limelight. When Alex teases about them making history, Henry doesn't know how deep that comment will run or how true it actually is. Read to catch a few pieces of Alex & Henry's relationship where they make their own history. Sometimes, two people are meant to shape the world, no matter the circumstance.Or - 5 times Alex jokes about making history and 1 time Henry reciprocates.

I Get Lost, I Get Washed Away

Law school is stressful from the start but it reaches a fever pitch during Alex's last semester. He decides Henry's birthday is the perfect excuse to get away from it all so he hatches a plan to not only be there for Henry's birthday but surprise him with his presence, too. They're on the cusp of something in their relationship and Alex is ready to help whatever it is along. Everything works out perfectly, down to the moonlit car ride they take at the end of the night. Read to find out how an overstimulated Alex pampers the birthday boy - in the end, they both take care of each other.

I Got A Girl Crush

Alex Claremont-Diaz has been the object of Henry's affection for longer than the prince cares to admit. He's usually pretty sane about it but his brother's wedding has put everything on high alert. After reading a particularly upsetting gossip rag, Henry is distraught by the idea of seeing Alex with her - Nora Holleran - everything that Henry is not. He decides he wants what she has as the night goes on and her closeness with Alex becomes apparent. Though, Henry is quick to learn that not all things are what they appear. Sometimes, it takes a little frosting on the cheek to realize how wrong one can truly be.

Then Wiggle With It

What if, instead of balking at the request, Henry takes Alex up on his offer to dance during 'Get Low'? Alex has been wondering why he feels a little funny whenever Henry is around but an errant touch while their bodies are close causes him to reevaluate everything he's come to know about himself. Can the simple bump and grind of a raucous club song really change everything for Alex? And does their relationship shift now that Alex comes to a groundbreaking realization much quicker than ever imaginable? Read to find out!

The Perfect Genius Of Our Hands and Mouths

The first time they make love, that soft press of Henry's hand to the small of Alex's back is a guiding light. He's not a fumbling boy learning how to walk - he's a man with someone showing him the ropes. It's a wonderful thing that Alex never forgets. In fact, he comes to rely on that hand on the small of his back leading him through the ups and downs of life. Read to see a few slices of Alex and Henry's time together where making love and feeling that touch play starring roles in the biggest instances of their relationship.

A Solid Embrace

Despite the not so good nature of the holiday, Thanksgiving has always been special to Alex. Throughout the years, he learns things, eats good food, and grows into the man he is today. This year, Henry gets the freedom to spend the holiday with Alex and his family out at the lake house in Texas. Determined to make it the best yet, Alex goes through all the motions, perfecting them along the way. Somewhere throughout the day, his priority changes, however - Henry in a striped rugby shirt is suddenly the object of his fixation, food and tradition forgotten. Read to find out how a little football makes Alex realize his family is finally complete.

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[thebadgerclan]

Shots Fired

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: BREAKING NEWS: White House Reports That First Son, Alex Claremont-Diaz, Has Been Shot

CONTENT WARNING: This deals with/describes shootings/gunshot wounds. Nothing is explicitly described, but proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you

A/N: I'm writing part 2 to this as we speak

Insomnia was nothing new for Henry, though after having a few blissfully restful nights in Alex’s arms, sleep was more elusive.  The Prince sighed, rolling onto his side.  The alarm clock read 11:25 PM, and normally, Henry would drag himself to the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea, maybe crack open his book, try to distract himself from the sleep that wouldn’t come.  But something in him was telling him to turn the T.V. on.  So Henry did, and he nearly vomited when he processed what was on the screen.

BREAKING NEWS: ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ SHOT.  Henry barely managed to keep his late night snack of Jaffa Cakes down as he cranked the volume up, listening intently to the newscaster.  “We are just receiving confirmation from Washington that Alex Claremont-Diaz, son of President Ellen Claremont, has been shot amidst gunfire in Georgetown.  Information is still coming in, but we can confirm that Mr. Claremont-Diaz was life-flighted to Walter Reed Medical Center, and…”

Henry was no longer listening.  He was throwing clothes into a bag, not bothering to fold them, barely looking at what he was packing.  Then, his phone started buzzing.  Texts from Bea, June, Pez, and Nora, but none from the one person he desperately needed to hear from.  Henry pulled his charger from the wall and shoved it in his bag, zipped it shut, and threw it over his shoulder before he was running.

Shaan met him halfway down the hall.  “I need to get to–”  “I know, sir,” the equerry interrupted, turning on his heel, now jogging alongside the Prince.  “Ms. Bankston phoned.  There’s a car waiting to take you to Heathrow.”  Henry nodded, quickening his pace, nearly diving into the waiting car.  The ride to the airport was torturously long, and the flight was unbearable.  All Henry wanted was to see Alex, to touch Alex, to know that Alex was alive.  The headlines kept rolling in, none of them confirming anything, and the Prince was beginning to spiral.

Ellen’s number was in his contacts, but she hadn’t called.  Nor had June or Nora.  Henry didn’t blame them, of course, their attention was likely on Alex.  But he was going half mad with worry and speculation.  Eventually, Shaan pressed Henry’s emergency medication into his palm–pills he seldom had to take, pills he needed when anxiety and panic overwhelmed him–and he took them with no questions, dropping into a dreamless sleep soon after.

***

This wasn’t how today was supposed to go.  Alex had set out with the intention of scoping out a new bookstore for when Henry came to visit, grabbing some lunch, and heading back to the Residence.  Instead, he found himself lying on the pavement, a bullet wound on his lower abdomen, screams and pops filling his ears.  Alex was by no means a medical professional, but he knew when he lifted his head that that was far too much blood.

Amy was at his side immediately, her gun drawn.  Cash was there too, tearing open a package of what looked like gauze.  “Sorry kid,” he said.  “This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”  He then began packing the wound, and Alex screamed, stars popping before his eyes.  Then the tears came, both from pain and from fear.  Would he see his mom again?  June?  Henry?  Alex brought a shaky hand to his face, seeing Henry’s signet ring there, flecked with blood.  “Baby,” he whispered, kissing the ring.  “I love you.  Henry…”  Everything went black.

***

There was another car waiting when Henry landed at Ronald Reagan.  The Prince was barely sitting down, Shaan climbing into the other seat, when he barked an order, one he had no real business giving.  “Drive.”  As the car pulled out of the airport, it was flanked by five other vehicles, all black, red and blue lights flashing.  At Henry’s questioning look, Shaan spoke.  “Extra security, sir,” he said.  “We cannot take any risks.”

Henry was anxious for the entire drive.  At his request, Shaan had confiscated his phone, cutting him off from any and all communications.  He had texted Bea, though, telling her he was going to D.C. and that he would be in touch.  “Any word?” he asked, and the equerry shook his head.  “I know as much as you, sir.”  Finally, the motorcade pulled up to Walter Reed, and Henry almost fell in his haste to get out of the car.

Four Secret Service agents were waiting at the entrance, as was Zahra, who looked flighty and anxious and very unlike her usual self.  “Thank God you got here safely,” she said, offering Henry a soft smile before turning and entering the hospital.  She led him to an elevator, which after inputting a passcode, took them up to the President’s private wing.

Ellen was pacing back and forth, June was staring blankly out a window, Oscar was talking to someone on the phone, and Leo was watching his wife, looking helpless.  When Henry appeared, Ellen startled before pulling the Prince into her arms, holding him like her life depended on it.  “Oh darling,” she said, and Henry broke.  Choking, ugly sobs left his mouth, and his knees gave out. Ellen maintained her grip on him, sinking to the ground with him.

“I know, baby, I know,” the President soothed, and Henry burrowed into her arms.  After several minutes, Henry calmed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “Is he…”  “He’s in surgery, darlin’,” she responded.  “Has been for hours.  Doctors have been out a few times, so far he’s stable.”  Henry nodded, trying to process everything.  “W-what happened?”  Ellen shrugged.  “We don’t quite know.  They don’t think Alex was targeted, which is something…”

Henry almost laughed.  His boyfriend was lying on an operating table with a gunshot wound, he had nearly died.  What did it matter if he was the target or not?  But he only nodded.  “Have you eaten, Henry?”  The Prince shook his head.  “Do you want anything?”  Another shake of his head.  “Alright.”  They fell silent, and after several minutes, Henry extricated himself from Ellen’s embrace, moving to sit next to June.

She said nothing, but took Henry’s hand, squeezing hard.  Henry squeezed back, resting his head against the window.  Alex would be alright, he had to be alright.  He laid a hand on his chest, feeling the chain and key there, tears pricking at his eyes.  “My love,” he whispered.  “Alex…”  Maybe he dozed off, maybe he didn’t, but when a doctor walked in, Henry bolted upright, his heart in his throat.

“Madame President, I’m Dr. Lewis,” she said.  “I was the attending surgeon on Alex’s case.”  Ellen nodded, her arms crossed over her chest.  Dr. Lewis saw Henry, and her eyes widened slightly, but she pressed on.  “I am pleased to tell you that Alex is stable and out of surgery.”  Ellen let out a sob, and Henry let out a shuddering breath, gripping June’s hand even tighter.

“He lost a substantial amount of blood, but we have a transfusion running and we’ll be monitoring his numbers.”  “How bad was the injury?” Ellen asked, worrying her lip between her teeth.  “The bullet struck Alex’s right kidney.  Now, the kidneys are very vascular organs, which accounts for his blood loss.  We were able to remove the bullet and attempt to reconstruct the kidney, but there are no promises on that front.  The good news is that we all have two kidneys, and you only need one to survive.  Of course, we’ll be keeping a close eye on Alex’s renal functions and other things like his blood pressure, but in my professional opinion, he is out of the woods.”

Ellen surged forward and shook Dr. Lewis’ hand, tears in her eyes.  “Thank you, doctor,” she said.  “Thank you so much.”  “It’s my pleasure, Madame President.  He’s still asleep, but he should be awake soon, if you’d like to see him.”  Ellen nodded, looking back at Henry.  “You comin’, Sugar?”  It took a moment for Henry to realize she was talking to him, and he nodded, slowly getting to his feet.  Side by side, the President of the United States and the Prince of England made their way to Alex’s hospital room, equal parts nerves and excitement filling their minds.

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[its-ya-boi-kaz]

Good morning fandom I bring you food

Thank you to @momgothic for the idea!

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[simsim54]

Are we all on the same page about Alex calling Henry 'princess' in bed, or are there folks still fooling themselves?

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[clockwrkpendrxgon]

henry: do you think you can hold onto this for tonight?

alex, cockily flipping his hat on: this?

henry: you’re vile

quote from: three is the magic number! on ao3

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[england-would-fall]

Hitting the ground running for this WIP Wednesday with the opening to a new sweet and sexy alt meet FirstPrince fic. Alex doesn't have a secret crush on June's coworker Henry. Nora doesn't dare a drunk Alex to kiss him at the office party they've dragged him to. Henry doesn't complain to June about rent in New York, and June does not shove her annoying man-child brother into a sublet. Or maybe that does happen. You can't take my word for it, I'm a writer. Writers lie.

June’s laugh rose above the click-click-click of the gas burner lighting. “What, decaf?” “Abomination,” Alex muttered, turning back to the envelopes in his hand. Who sent paper mail anymore? He dropped the ones he’d flipped through already and stared down at the expensive cream stationery remaining. Careful handwriting addressed the piece to Ms. June Claremont-Diaz in an ink much more blue than blue ink tended to be. Alex flipped it over to find the same gently slanted script revealing the sender. Of course.

Tagging @taste-thewaste @luainthewild @onthewaytosomewhere @couldvebeenus and @typicalopposite -- and of course anyone else who wants to gift us with their words!

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[henryspearl]

this armour (just him and i) - ao3 link

Henry sees a closed pizza box sitting on the worktop with a yellow post it note stuck on the top of it. Alex obviously didn’t make time to cook for himself so he ordered takeout. He shakes his head fondly and strides over to the worktop and is met with Alex’s familiar squiggly handwriting that reads to him:-

“Welcome home Your Majesty!”

Henry rolls his eyes with a smirk. Such a menace, he thinks with endearment as he can hear the words read out to him in Alex’s enthusiastic and giddy American vowels.

“I stole a few of your Jaffa Cakes while taking a 5 minute study break BUTTTT I have saved you some pizza that I ordered earlier.

See you upstairs xxx”

—

or Henry comes home in the early hours after a trip to England and his heart melts at what he is greeted home to.

#so guess who finally wrote rwrb fic #don’t ask what this is…it’s just 6k words of fluff!! #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #alex x henry #firstprince #firstprince fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

[taste-thewaste]

Firstprince Ficlet: Cornettos

Title: Cornettos Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue Rating: E Pairing: Firstprince Alex x Henry Word count: 977 Tags: fluff, more fluff, all the fluff you could ever handle, hurt/comfort but it ends happy, Henry being pissed about ice cream but it's more than that Summary: Henry's angry that he can't get his favorite ice creams in the US, but it's about more than that. Alex makes him feel better. A/N: Wrote this in like 20 minutes because it popped in my head and I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy for once in my porny life!! This is so sweet and sappy pls don't @ me

~*~

Alex looks up from his laptop where he’s buried in a case study when he hears the sound of the freezer door slamming. Henry has been napping for the last hour, but Alex guesses that he’s up now. He hears the distinct grumblings of a dissatisfied Brit and knows that something in the kitchen has got Henry upset. 

“Hen? Everything okay?” Alex hollers, and he hears nothing but more disgruntled mumbles. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. I can barely understand you when you don’t,” he says with a wry smile. There’s nothing but silence, so he abandons his laptop and goes into the kitchen. 

Henry is leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in a loose pair of gray sweats and a navy blue hoodie, one of Alex’s, his hair rumpled from sleep. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest and he looks for all the world like he’s a toddler that someone woke up before he was ready. Alex treads carefully. 

“Baby? You alright?” he asks softly. 

“I want a fucking Cornetto.” The words are not even in the realm of anything that Alex had thought possible to come out of Henry’s mouth, based on the look of serious dissatisfaction on his face. 

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“You…want a Cornetto,” Alex says flatly. 

“Yes, I want a fucking Cornetto,” Henry says bitterly, scuffing his slippered toe against the floor. 

“There are Drumsticks in the freezer, I got some yesterday,” Alex says brightly, mentally checking off the “solve Henry’s bad mood” item that had just popped up on his constantly-running mental list. He turns, rummages around in the freezer and pulls an ice cream cone encased in crinkly plastic out of a box and holds it out.

“It’s not the same, Alex,” Henry says, positively glaring at the treat in Alex’s hand. “It’s not the same at all.” 

“Well. I mean. Cornetto’s are ice cream cones, this is an ice cream cone…” Alex trails off, and twirls it around lightly. 

“Those are freezer-burned dehydrated vanilla clods on top of a soggy cardboard cone and covered in something that is barely legally allowed to be called ‘chocolate’,” Henry says in the most eerily Phillip way possible, and Alex’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise. “I want a butterscotch Cornetto, with butterscotch ice cream that is actually ice cream, with chocolate that is actually chocolate, and a crispy, crunchy cone. That’s what I want.” 

And then, hand to God, Henry stamps his foot, and that’s when Alex loses it. 

Henry’s face turns pink with irritation and he turns on his heel and strides away while Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Alex jogs after him lightly while he attempts to control himself. He sits down next to Henry, who has thrown himself angrily on the sofa.

“Hen, Hen. Henry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just…it’s a little silly, don’t you think? Come on, it’s ice cream.” Alex tugs gently on Henry’s sleeve so he turns to look at him.

“It’s not just ice cream,” Henry says, and his face crumples in a way that shoots straight through to Alex’s heart. “It’s not.” Tears fill Henry’s blue eyes and spill down his cheeks. 

“Oh, sweetheart…come here,” Alex says, and reaches his strong arms around Henry’s slight body, tugs him onto his lap easily. Henry buries his face into Alex’s neck and Alex wraps his arms around him tightly, feels Henry’s body shake with quiet sobs while he rubs small circles on his back. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Oh, my poor baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” 

After a few minutes, Henry looks up shakily and Alex offers him a small smile. He kisses Henry’s cheek, so softly it’s as if he barely does it, tastes the salt of his tears. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” 

“It’s stupid,” Henry mutters and looks down. Alex tilts Henry’s chin up gently with his finger until their eyes meet again. He can see the pain in Henry’s eyes, and he tries to convey without saying a word that nothing he does or thinks or says is ever stupid. It must work, because Henry sighs and says, “I just miss home. I miss my sister and my mum and Pez. I miss my favorite food and restaurants and museums. I love being here with you and I love living with you, but…I just miss it sometimes.” Henry’s voice is small and filled with embarrassment, vulnerability. It breaks Alex’s heart all over again. 

“That’s totally understandable, love. Nothing to be ashamed of. Of course you miss it, of course you miss them,” Alex says softly, using the hand still on Henry’s back to scratch light, lazy patterns the way he likes. “Why don’t we see if Bea’s available for a Facetime later? I know it’s not the same, but I’d love to see her face, too.”

Henry visibly brightens a bit at the thought, and Alex can’t help but kiss him on the forehead. “Can we…we could go back for a visit soon?” Henry says hopefully, and Alex nods enthusiastically. 

“The semester’s over next month, or you can go by yourself sooner if you want. Whatever you want to do, baby. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got options. You’re not cut off completely,” Alex says. 

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, I just…I was sad, and it all caught up to me. I’m sorry,” Henry says, and Alex nuzzles into Henry’s neck gently, kisses just underneath his ear, along his jaw until Henry is smiling. 

“It’s hard to see things clearly when you’re not upset, no need for apologies,” Alex says simply. “But I will say just one thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I’m never fucking buying Drumsticks ever again, you ice cream snob,” Alex says, and Henry’s laughs fill his ear, his heart.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #red white and royal blue fanfiction #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fanfiction #alex x henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #my fic #fluff fluff fluff

[syr-monthly]

Decempreg Entry #2

Our Second Story for Decempreg today is by @karlakattz

She mixed two of my favs together #Sterek + FirstPrince and it is chefs kiss!

Red, White & Royal Sterek

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[blueeyedgrlwrites]

From Now On (Our Troubles Will Be Out of Sight)

Rated: E | Words: 4,967

Alex sits and closes his eyes, finally able to just breathe. He doesn’t know why his parents still insist on spending holidays together. Sure, it means that they don’t have to coordinate year to year where he and June will spend Thanksgiving and Christmas, but they divorced for a reason and the semi-annual Claremont-Diaz Screaming Match is a part of it. Merry Fucking Christmas. Fucking Feliz Navidad. Or, The One Where Henry Surprises Alex for Christmas

Read on AO3 here

#new fic #my fanfic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fanfic #christmas #christmas smut #christmas fluff #christmas smut and fluff #from now on (our troubles will be out of sight) #firstprince #first prince #red white & royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #otp: on our own terms

[firstprincewrites]

This Magnetic Force Of A Man

Henry is captivated by Alex Claremont-Diaz, there's no other way to describe the heat in his belly or the instant infatuation. For a long time, Henry is hopeless, dreaming a dream that seems so far away. When a media disaster strikes and things change for the better, Henry is left overwhelmed by the intensity of Alex - the man himself is a force to be reckoned with. In their heavier moments, Henry leans into the soft grip of dark curls, leans into the feeling of being grounded by another. Read to find out how Henry navigates all the big moments in their relationship, one hair pull at a time.

Caught Beneath the Landslide

What if Henry hadn't been emotionally unavailable leading to him being rude to Alex upon first meeting him in Melbourne? What if, instead of hating each other, their relationship starts right then and there? Come find out what happens when Henry and Alex find themselves growing up together, nursing a connection, and navigating hurdles in life without the fear of being alone in the fight. What could our boys possibly get up to now?

When Everything's Made To Be Broken

Henry is happy to be back at Etton College for his senior year but that's thrown off course by the president's son untimely arrival. A personal catastrophe brings Alex to England to rain on Henry's parade - at least, that's what the Prince thinks when the First Son arrives. Soon, Henry finds that there's a lot more to Alex and the relationship meant to exist between them.

Keep Breaking Me In

After a long night, Henry isn't expecting Shaan to knock on his door to bring bad news. Yet, his equerry stands there with a sheepish look on his face, nonetheless. Henry is quick to find out that Phillip got his hands on a damning video and plans to use it as a way to dishonorably discharge Henry from military service. Too bad Phillip doesn't recognize the other man in the video - Alex Claremont-Diaz is a high caliber Civil Rights lawyer just waiting to defend instances just like this.

Try To Document This Light

Buying the brownstone is both the start of Henry's path away from the crown and a concrete future for himself and Alex. It's a place he can call home with the man that he loves, a place where they can grow, change, and shift into the men they're going to be for the world to come. After a lifetime of not really belonging anywhere, Henry finds a space that's truly his. Read to catch little peaks into his life with Alex and what the future has in store for them between the walls of that simple little brownstone.

Just the Thought Of You (Gets Me So High)

"Amy helped me plan it." What went into Henry's ocean crossing surprise? What were his thoughts going to the DNC where he'd finally see Alex on the stage, doing what he loves & looking amazing while doing it? Read to find out Henry's side of things as the night of the DNC unfolds.

I Like That Thing You Do

Ever since the first polo match Alex attended, his obsession with Henry on a horse has only grew. Years into their relationship, Alex is still hanging onto the pitch's fence, watching with rapt fascination. Read to find out what happens when Phillip asks a question that creates a lust monster Alex can't control. No one ever said those white pants Henry wears aren't meant to be destroyed.

With the View In the Morning (You Won't Ever Go Back)

Despite being together just shy of a year, the night of the election is a first for both Alex and Henry. After sneaking away to linger in their victory, Henry is surprised by Alex's initiative. They're on his home court so Henry is expecting the usual but Alex has something different in mind. The shift is enough to knock Henry's world off kilter in the best of ways. Read to find out how Henry survives his first time topping.

Can We Dance In the Dark?

"Who would you be?" "Be a writer. Live in Paris." Inspired by this beautiful quote, this fic follows Henry Fox, a writer who's famous for crafting stories about a fictional prince - The Royal Blue series follows James through the trials and tribulations of being young, royal, and gay as a maypole. He loves what he does but inspiration is dry. He can't find the words and is severely stuck in a bout of writer's block. To try and abate it, Henry takes David for a walk - fate, the dear she is, finds a way to intervene. After a collision, Henry comes face to face with Alex Claremont-Diaz, law student and first son of the United States. Read to find out how their relationship develops into something worth writing about.

This Happily Ever After

For such a natural, easy sort of relationship like Alex and Henry's, there is a lot of weight on their shoulders. Despite themselves, they're making history with each new step they take in their relationship. It's a good thing, then, that neither man is a stranger to the limelight. When Alex teases about them making history, Henry doesn't know how deep that comment will run or how true it actually is. Read to catch a few pieces of Alex & Henry's relationship where they make their own history. Sometimes, two people are meant to shape the world, no matter the circumstance. Or - 5 times Alex jokes about making history and 1 time Henry reciprocates.

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[thebadgerclan]

Here With You

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: Henry will never leave him...

A/N: You already know I had to do my favorite trope for my babies 😂

Dialogue in bold is quoted from the novel by Casey McQuiston, I take no credit for those lines

It’s dark, it’s pouring, Alex is soaked and freezing, but he doesn’t care.  All he cares about Henry, seeing Henry, talking to Henry, maybe yelling at Henry for fucking ghosting him.  Shaan’s in front of him, blocking the door.  “Move.”  “You’re aware it’s quite late, and it’s well within my power to have security remove you.  No member of the royal family has invited you into the Palace.”  “Bullshit, I need to see Henry.”  Irritation was bubbling in him, and Shaan was only making it worse.

“Goddammit, Henry!  Henry, you motherfucker!”  Shaan was trying to shut him up, but Alex didn’t care.  “For Christ’s sake, Alex, what are you doing?”  There he was, the newfound love of his life, in all his sleep-mussed, stupidly handsome glory.  “It’s fine, he can come in.”  Shaan stepped aside, and Alex followed Henry inside, his heart in his throat.  Once they were inside Henry’s bedroom, Alex was ready to pour his heart out, to finally tell Henry he loved him, to–

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?”  Henry was looking at Alex with something that bordered on hatred, anger in his eyes.  “W-what?  What am I doing here?  Henry, you ghosted me, you ran out on me!  I…”  “Maybe I did that for a reason,” Henry whispered, and Alex wanted to be sick.  “Henry, I…I love you!  There, I said it.  I love you, I stupidly, completely love you!  And I don’t care if it’s hard, I want you!  I want you, Henry, and I’m willing to fight for you.”

“Maybe I don’t want you.”  Alex blinked.  He had to have misheard him, He had to.  “What?”  Henry turned to face him, and Alex saw tears in his eyes.  “Maybe I don’t want you!  Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me?  To pretend to be something I’m not?  The amount of damage control my grandmother is already running?  I can’t do this, not to my family…”  Alex took a step forward, and to his horror, Henry took a step back.  “I have a duty,” he said.  “To my family and to my nation.  And I cannot carry out that duty if you’re here.”

“Hen, please,” Alex said, feeling tears pricking at his eyes.  “Please, don’t do this!”  Henry sighed, his hands trembling.  “Get out.”  “H, pl–”  “Get out!  Go home!  I don’t want you here!  Go home, Alex!”  After a moment’s hesitation, Alex turned and ran, his vision blurred by tears.  Zahra watched as Alex practically dove into the car, worriedly climbing in after him.  “Alex…?”  “Just drive.”

Alex opened his eyes, his cheeks wet with tears.  He took a shaking breath, extending his hand towards the left side of the bed.  His heart cracked when he found the bed empty, the sheets cool.  Alex curled in on himself and cried, wanting Henry, needing Henry.  But Henry didn’t want him, Henry had sent him away.  His already fractured heart could hardly bear the thought.

Downstairs, unheard by Alex over his cries, the front door opened and shut.  David barked, his tags jingling together as he jumped and pawed at Henry.  “Yes, you menace, I’ll get you a treat.  Just be quiet, you’ll wake Alex.”  Henry hated to leave the warmth of his bed and the comfort of his boyfriend’s arms, but David had woken him with a paw to the face and his incessant whimpering, so he’d been all but forced to take him outside.  After the beagle had been placated with a treat, Henry sleepily climbed the stairs and returned to the bedroom, eager to slip back into Alex’s arms and fall back asleep.

What he didn’t expect was to find his boyfriend curled in on himself, soft sobs wracking his body.  “Alex?”  He didn’t seem to hear him, and Henry rushed to his side, kneeling on the mattress.  “Alex, love, can you hear me?”  Alex’s breath hitched, and he slowly uncurled, lifting his head to look at Henry.  “H-Henry?”  “Yes, love, it’s me.  What’s the matter, my darling, what’s got you so upset?”

Alex didn’t speak, rather, he reached desperately for Henry, who was absolutely powerless to resist him.  Henry gathered him into his arms, leaning against the headboard, his arms tight around Alex; head buried in Henry’s chest, hands clutching his borrowed (stolen) Claremont-Holleran 2020 hoodie.  “Alex, my love, my heart,” Henry whispered, smoothing his hair back, pressing his lips to his forehead.  “I’m here, my darling.  Can you breathe with me, love?”

Alex tried, he really tried, to match his breaths to Henry’s, but sobs overtook him.  The dream–he knew now it had been a dream–had rattled him, digging up old fears that he thought he’d put to rest.  “Tell me you love me,” Alex gasped.  “Tell me you’re not leaving.  Tell me you’re staying.  Please, Hen.”  Henry furrowed a brow, but nodded, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead again.

“I love you, my Alex,” he said, now trailing a hand up and down his spine.  “I am not leaving you, my heart, and I am staying right here.  Right here with you, my love.”  His words seemed to release something in Alex, who shuddered and burrowed his face deeper into Henry’s chest.  “Can you tell me what has you so upset, my love?”  Alex nodded, taking a moment to attempt to compose himself before speaking.

“It was the night I came to you at Kensington,” he began.  “After you ghosted me.”  Henry smiled softly, squeezing Alex’s shoulder.  “Something I deeply regret, my love.”  Alex continued: “But instead of what happened…you told me to get out.  That…that you had a duty, and you couldn’t carry out your duty if I was around.  You kicked me out, H, and when I woke up, you weren’t here.”  Recounting his nightmare had brought on a fresh wave of tears, which Henry wiped away after coaxing Alex’s head out of his chest to look at him.

“I’m so sorry, Alex,” he said, and Alex’s heart almost cracked again with how damn gentle Henry was, how sweet, how considerate, how…perfect.  Fuck, he was so in love.  “But it was just a dream.  A horrible, awful dream, but a dream nonetheless.  And I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.  David needed to go out, and he couldn’t find a spot to do his business.”

Alex laughed, and Henry smiled, pressing his lips to his, one hand cupping Alex’s cheek, the other staying on his back.  “I love you, Alexander, and I will always love you.  Duties be damned, you are the most important thing.”  He kissed him again, and Alex nearly sobbed again.  “H, you’re gonna make me cry again.”  “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”  Henry then pressed a kiss to Alex’s forehead, then his nose, then each cheek, then finally, his lips.

“Fuck, I love you, Henry,” Alex said, and Henry smiled, kissing him yet again.  “Not nearly as much as I love you.”  “Oh yeah?  Wanna bet on that, Your Majesty?”  “It’s Your Royal Highness, you menace.  Now, let’s say we get some more sleep.  God knows David will be whining to go out again in a few hours, and it’s your turn this time.”  Henry laid down, keeping Alex in his lap, pulling the covers over the two of them.  With Henry’s arms around him, Alex nodded off quickly, and when he woke next, it was indeed to David whimpering at the side of the bed.

#firstprince #alex claremont diaz x henry fox #firstprince fluff #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb

[interestinglittlerelationship]

Skyler and David are taking a nap!

Read the full story on A03

Summary:

Alex is facing away from him, head bent over a pan of something that smells absolutely amazing. There’s an apron tied loosely around his waist. He looks so painfully domestic that Henry almost passes out.

He would make such a good father.

or Henry and Alex stumble upon a new dream and build a family together.

#red white and royal blue #firstprince #my art #family fluff #future fluff #foster care #adoption

[its-ya-boi-kaz]

Red White & Royal Blue masterlist

An Excessively Elaborate PowerPoint Presentation On Our Wedding (By: Your Extremely Caffeinated Boyfriend) :- [fluff | established relationship | 1634 words] The insufferable bitch has a boyfriend that he wants to marry and being the said boyfriend Henry has to deal with the insufferable bitch. Fluff.

17 Winters Of Warmth :- [wip] Summary: The story of Prince Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor, told through the exerpts taken from many of his journals. An autobiography published three months before the expected, yet still mournful death of the Prince.

#there will be more #but im currently suffering from the mortifying ordeal of exams #booklr #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #firstprince fanfic #firstprince fluff #firstprince fic

[cubes-of-sugar-and-pepper]

Firstprince age regression fic! (2)

Finally my second attempt at writing some age regression with my favorite boys, this time with so much fluff so please let me know what do you think 💕

#rwrb #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #reminder that english is not my first language so please be nice #i tried my best #fluff everywhere #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #david the beagle