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“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a... daft pubescent fantasy.”
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57. “Is that my shirt?”
67. “Stop being so cute.”
Alex is practically vibrating in the car. It’s only been two days, but he feels like he hasn’t seen Henry in forever. They’ve barely even stopped at Kensington when he’s out, taking the steps of the grand staircase two at a time, his weekender thumping against his legs. He just has time to curse Kensington for being so big when he’s getting to the door of Henry’s room. It’s open, golden light spilling out into the dark hallway. Alex kicks off his shoes and comes up quietly, leaning on the door frame
Henry’s there, the lamplight casting warm shadows on his face. He’s reading something, socked feet pulled up beside him on the big armchair, David in his lap and an ‘out of the closet’ mug resting on a coaster beside him. There are rainbow checkout cards on his socks, beagles on his pajama pants, and he’s rinsed the product out of his hair, leaving it a touch wild, but Alex knows it will be soft. He shifts the book to turn a page, and Alex sees a big red “A” that he’d recognize anywhere. Henry’s wearing an Austin High School lacrosse t-shirt. It’s a touch small on him, clinging to his biceps and chest in just the right way, but Alex can’t find it in himself to complain. He can’t find it in himself to do much at all, aside from staring at Henry, trying to take this all in and commit it to memory. A photo would never capture it, and he doesn’t want to get his phone out anyway. He wishes he could paint; this is a scene that needs to be captured in oils, not pixels.
When he’s stared long enough, when the image of his perfect boyfriend in his natural habitat has etched itself into Alex’s soul, he asks, “is that my shirt?”
Henry looks up, a smile spreading across his lips. He finds a bookmark and sets the book down, then holds out his arms for a hug. “David’s trapping me, but hello, sweetheart. I missed you.”
“I missed you,” Alex says, coming to bend down for an approximation of a hug. He rubs David’s ears, too, and David lets out a little sleep woof. “You two are… just… I love you so much.”
“How was class?”
“Ugh, H. We’re on vacation.” Henry yawns before he can respond, and Alex smiles. “Time for bed?”
“But David,” Henry says. “He’s sleeping; I can’t move him.” He’s turned big blue eyes up to Alex, and Alex is helpless to do anything but kiss him, running his hands through Henry’s hair, which really is as soft as it looked from the doorway.
“I’ll move him, and I’ll be gentle,” he says, and Henry watches as he carefully lifts David, carrying him to a dog bed next to the chair. They both watch for a bit as David settles in, his paws twitching as he runs in a dream. Then Henry holds his arms up again, and Alex goes to pull him up and into a hug, Henry nuzzling into his hair as Alex presses a kiss to the place where Henry’s shoulder meets his neck.
“Tired,” Henry says, and Alex chuckles a bit.
“I bet; it’s late. We’ll get you to bed, then I’ll change and be there.”
Henry mumbles his agreement, and Alex half carries him to the bed, where Henry curls up on top of the blankets because “that way if I fall asleep and you’re not here, I’ll wake up and then I can fall asleep with you.”
Alex is surprised he can still lean in and press a kiss to Henry’s forehead, seeing how his heart has exploded. He changes and brushes his teeth as quickly as he can, and then he’s digging a big southwest blanket out of his bag and going to find Henry still somewhat awake on top of the sheets. Alex comes to rest beside him, pulling the new blanket over both of them, and Henry cuddles up in it. The sight of Henry, so cozy in so many trappings of Texas, does something to Alex’s insides.
“Hey, H? Can you do something for me?” Alex whispers, and Henry nods, yawning. “Stop being so cute.”
Henry laughs a bit and just cuddles in closer to Alex, kissing his forehead. “No.”
“You’re a menace,” Alex tells him, and Henry hums, smiling. He has the audacity to run his fingers through Alex’s hair, and the audacity to fall asleep cradling Alex’s head, and with how much Alex’s heart has grown, he’s surprised his lungs have room to breathe as he falls asleep, too.
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hey! i was wondering if you could write a fic with 42, 53 and 132? thanks!! you’re the best!
42. “I need a hug”
53. “It’s lonely here without you”
132. “I haven’t slept in four days...”
Henry knows they’ve been spoiled. He knows it’s normal for couples to spend time apart; hell, Shaan and Zahra are still living in different cities, and as far as he knows, they’re planning on doing so for the next four years. But that doesn’t change the fact that the brownstone feels empty without Alex in it, or the fact that Henry can’t sleep. Eventually, he rolls over and checks the time. 1 AM. That means it’s 11 PM in Colorado. Alex should still be awake. Henry calls him, scratching David’s ears as the dog starts to wake up with Henry’s movement. Alex picks up on the second ring.
“Can’t sleep?” He sounds like he’s smiling, like it’s been a good day. This might have been the day they took off to go skiing; Henry can’t quite remember what his schedule had been. It’s written down somewhere.
“I miss you,” Henry says, and he hears Alex sigh on the other end of the line.
“I miss you, too. You would have loved today; we saw a bunch of deer on our hike. And a really, really eager chipmunk. I’ll send you some pictures in a bit.”
“I’d like that.”
“How are things there? You sound tired.”
“Things are fine. Good.”
“You don’t sound like things are fine.”
“They really are, it’s just... it’s lonely here without you. It was easier in Buckingham somehow; you didn’t belong there. But now that I see all the places you’re not, it’s harder.”
“I know. It’s harder there when you’re gone, too. But I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“I know. And I am fine, really. It’s good to hear your voice.”
“It’s good to hear yours. I keep thinking about how I have to take you out here sometime; we can stay in Raf’s house and hike mountains, and if we play our cards right we won’t have to see anyone who’ll want to take pictures or bother us.”
“I’d like that.”
“Are you sure you’re alright? You... you sound really tired, and it’s late there,” Alex says after a moment. Henry holds in a laugh. Of course Alex has realized the time difference; of course he’s worried.
“I am, don’t worry. I just... without you, everything feels wrong somehow. It’s stupid; I’ll be alright. I just need a hug and I’ll be good as new.”
“I know what you mean. I feel like I haven’t slept in four days,” Alex confesses. “I know supporting Raf is important, and I know I’m helping him do something that really matters, but it’s hard missing you. I want to cuddle you, and hug you, and squeeze David between us and never let go.”
Henry does laugh a bit at that. “When you come home, that’s what we’ll do. The poor dog won’t know what’s hit him.”
“I’ll see about bringing a toy home to bribe him into cuddles,” Alex says, and there’s a smile in his voice. He sounds lighter, too, and Henry realizes that he’s not the only one who’s been feeling a bit stretched thin. He’s going to say something else, but he yawns before he can, and Alex says, “see if you can get some sleep, alright? I can stay on and read or something if you want, just so we feel closer.”
“I’ll stay up to listen if you read. But I will try to sleep when we’re done. You, too? Or at least try to turn in at a decent time? I know you’re overworking yourself.”
Alex scoffs. “How dare you. But I will. I’ve just got one more thing to finish up, then I’m in bed.”
They say their goodbyes, and Henry hangs up, making sure his phone is charging as he rolls back over to cuddle David. Alex is still far away, but he feels better now, and between the comfort of Alex’s voice and his own exhaustion, Henry drifts off into pleasant dreams.
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It feels like David’s been playing a bigger role in my fics recently, but consider: I love him.
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It has been a day. Frankly, it’s been a long day. And, if he’s going to be specific, it has been a long fucking day. It has been a long fucking day, and between arguing with Ryan from work and Will from class, Alex thinks he might have finally run out of words to talk about how people should care about other people.
David greets him when he walks through the door, and Alex sits down right there on the floor. David climbs into his lap to lick him, and Alex buries his face in David’s back for a bit, letting the dog lick at his ear. “You’re a good boy, David. A good, good boy, and I love you.”
“I knew it. I knew you were secretly dating me just for access to my dog.” Henry’s voice, all its stupidly perfect vowels and its ridiculously posh intonation, is exactly what Alex needs.
“I’m stealing him,” he says, holding David closer as he tries to wriggle away. “My therapy dog now.”
After all this time, he’s not really surprised when just his voice is enough to clue Henry in to the fact that he’s not doing well. He’s not particularly surprised when Henry sits down next to him, and David calms down as Henry shifts Alex’s arms enough to get his bag off. It thunks to the floor behind him as Henry asks,“want to talk about it?”
“It’s not anything. Not really. Just a long day.”
“Want anything in particular?” Henry asks, his hand playing with Alex’s hair, and Alex leans in against him, David still in his arms.
“Hold me and never let me go,” he says, and so Henry winds his arms around Alex and pulls him and David in even closer, creating a concentric ring of hugs that leave Alex swaddled in affection.
“I’m sorry it was long,” Henry says softly. “If we order barbecue, will that make it better or worse?”
“Here? Can we do burritos instead? I want to eat my weight in cheese and beans and rice.”
“Okay.” Henry kisses the top of his head, and he keeps Alex close with one arm as he orders their food. He only has to ask a few questions about Alex’s order, and those are things Alex changes every time, and something about that makes him melt into Henry’s arms even more. When dinner is ordered, Henry kisses the top of his head again and says, “feel like moving this to the couch? Might be a bit more comfortable, but I’d have to let go, at least a bit.”
“Not if you try hard enough you won’t.” And suddenly it’s become a game, Henry trying to get up while holding on, Alex trying to do the same without dropping David. They manage it, somehow, and with a few near-tumbles and some help bracing against the wall, Henry’s hauled Alex to his feet and gotten them both settled on the couch without letting go.
“Parks and Rec?” Henry asks, but Alex shakes his head.
“Can we watch Bake Off? That makes you happier. And it makes me think of you instead of June, and it’s... it’s cozier.”
“Okay.” Henry finds the show, and Alex’s favorite season, which makes Alex lean up and kiss the bottom of his jaw.
“You know I’ll have to let you go when food gets here, right?” Henry asks softly, and Alex whines. But when their doorbell rings, he lets Henry up nonetheless, muttering something about how he’s going to replace the warmth of a hug with the warmth of a burrito the size of a small child. It helps that David stays nestled in his lap, sound asleep, his paws twitching occasionally in his dream. When Henry comes back into the room with their food and catches sight of Alex there, cuddled up watching Bake Off with David, he can hardly believe that he gets to have this. It’s such a soft moment, a quiet one, and Alex looks so much better than he had when he’d come home. Then Alex looks up and sees him waiting in the doorway. He rolls his eyes.
“Come on, you sap. Bring me my child.”
“You’re a menace. But you look like you’re doing better,” Henry says, kissing him as he sits down and Alex starts to dig through the bags like he’s looking for treasure.
“It’s all David’s doing. He’s a wonderful therapist.”
“He’s the hardest working member of this family,” Henry says, laughing a bit as David lets out a little sleep bark that seems to agree with him. Alex nods.
“And the cutest. But you come pretty close. Thank you.” Henry just kisses him, but before it can go any farther than that, Alex puts a hand on his chest. “I love you. I do. But right now, I need a child-sized burrito in my system.”
Henry laughs, stealing another quick kiss as he unpauses the TV and Alex unwraps his burrito. Bake Off plays, and David sleeps, and they eat dinner leaning against each other, and by the time they’re done, Alex has fallen asleep on Henry’s shoulder.
And Henry can’t imagine a way this could be better.
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I feel like Alex doesn’t really watch much TV for fun on his own, so he doesn’t have a show that’s his per say, just shows he watches with other people (Parks and Rec with June, Drag Race with Nora, etc). This is clearly because he can’t relax enough for TV by himself, not because I couldn’t think of a TV show he’d watch.
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Somehow, Henry had thought that being a prince here would be different. Eton was full of the sons of politicians and billionaires, and Philip had fit in well enough, so he’d thought surely he would, too. But so far, he’s mostly just been gawked at, fawned over, and asked for his autograph. Everyone wants him in their house, or in their group project, but it’s always more for the fact that he’s a prince than anything about him. That is, until a boy slides in next to him in chapel, holding out a hand with, “I’m Pez, like the sweets.”
“Henry.”
“Nice to meet you, Henry. Are you drawing a spaceship?” Henry blushes, trying to hide it, but Pez leans in for a closer look. “It’s wicked.”
“Thank you.” Henry’s pretty sure that drawing a spaceship isn’t proper princely behavior, but he can’t find it in himself to care, especially not when Pez is treating him like an actual person for the first time since he’s come here.
“We’re meant to be doing a group project in English tomorrow,” Pez says, leaning over to whisper when the pastor starts. “You’re good at English, I know because I see you reading all the time. Be my partner? I’ll do the presentation.”
“Okay.” He’s not sure how to feel about Pez noticing him reading, but he’ll do anything for a partner who will let him get out of presenting for the class. Pez grins at him, and when they are assigned a partnered project in English, the two of them partner up. It’s the beginning of something that Henry’s not sure either of them could have seen coming.
Their first night working together, they’re in Henry’s room, and Pez decides halfway through that it’s too boring, and he’s going to change it. He drags Henry into his own room, and Henry’s not sure he’s ever seen so many bright colors. The furniture in Buckingham and Kensington and Holyrood and every other palace he’s grown up in is the same series of jewel tones or gaudy golds, but Pez’s room is an explosion of every color of the rainbow, each of them turned up to eleven. He looks around with a grin, then says, “pick something.”
“What?”
“For your room. It’s too boring; you have to pick something to make it not boring before we can keep working.” So Henry does; he picks a lava lamp (one of at least three scattered around the room), and Pez helps him find the perfect spot for it before they go back to their project.
He’d never tell anyone, but Henry leaves it on all night, just watching the lava blob up and down and wondering if maybe, he’s made his first friend.
Their project goes well, and that could be the end of it. Henry is half expecting that to be the end of it, but Pez sits next to him for lunch, and they talk about Star Wars and football and what they like to do when they’re not at school. Pez is the first person outside his family to ever laugh at Henry, and Henry doesn’t mind. That Christmas, he asks for a big Star Wars Lego set, and he and Pez build it together during Lent Half. It’s the first thing Henry’s brought for his room. He also brings back socks to help grow Pez’s impressive collection of bright socks and further his fight against Eton’s uniforms, and Pez is absolutely delighted.
From there, he and Pez become inseparable. They do every project together, they pass notes in chapel, and they’re almost always together at meals. After classes are done for the day, they can be found in one of their rooms, and slowly, Henry’s starts to get more personality. Philip comes to visit one day and clearly has some thoughts about it he won’t voice, but Bea loves it, and it makes Henry feel happy. Pez says that’s all it really needs to do, and Henry has to agree with him.
Still, it’s not all perfect. Even with a friend like Pez, one who’s loud and excitable enough to draw as much attention away from Henry as possible, there’s still the simple fact of his royalty. There will always be people who want to push and prod at him, always people wanting pictures or autographs or a chance at a limelight. And sometimes, it gets to be a lot. The first time it gets to be too much while he and Pez are friends, Henry goes where he always does, a little stand of trees where no one finds him. He thinks he’ll be fine there, just by himself, but somehow, he’s not particularly surprised when Pez sits down beside him.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No,” Henry says. He might be crying, and princes probably shouldn’t cry, but he can’t bring himself to care. This is Pez.
“Okay. Can I help?”
“I think... I think maybe I need a hug.” And Pez doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t try to understand anything. He just hugs Henry tightly.
He hugs Henry tightly, and when Henry calms down a bit, Pez wiggles his fingers near Henry’s stomach experimentally. Henry pulls back with a squawk, and Pez grins.
“Oh, are you ticklish, your highness?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“But you are ticklish? Come here.” Pez reaches for him, managing to get to him before Henry can get away, and he pins him to the grass and starts to tickle him. Henry’s never met anyone who would tickle a prince, but if anyone would, it’s Pez.
“Oi, stop it! I’ll... I’ll call security,” he manages though his laughter, but they both know it’s an empty threat. Still, Pez sits back on his heels, grinning a bit.
“Better?”
“Better. Thank you.” Henry’s not sure if he can convey his overwhelming gratitude in those two little words, but Pez is the first person he’s met who doesn’t treat him like he’s anyone particularly special, and it’s more refreshing than he’s willing to admit. Pez nods, and Henry gets the feeling Pez knows exactly what he’s thinking.
“Of course, mate. What are friends for? Now, come on, or we’ll be late for prayers.” He helps Henry up off the ground and brushes leaves out of his hair on their way back to their house. And if Henry hadn’t been confident in their friendship before, he knows now that he and Pez are going to be friends for a long, long time.
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Hi! This isn’t romantic, but I hope that’s alright? Given the trajectory of Alex’s and Henry’s relationship, I couldn’t think of a point where one of them would ask for a hug when they wouldn’t know exactly where the other is ticklish.
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Also, as a side note, nothing has radialized me like reading Eton’s wikipedia page. I am disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior, and this is the thanks I get? Anyway, the one redeeming grace of this classist school is Eton Pop Waistcoats, and Pez gets into Pop purely so he can wear one.
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Who didn’t fall in love with this two cuties? ❤️🤍💙 So I decided that this year my #pridemonth inspiration would be Alex and Henry from Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. This book was one of my favourites of last year’s reads. It was so touching and amazing for the LGTB community🏳️🌈, and as part of the community, I think it did a lot of justice showing the struggles that Henry and Alex had trough the book. Hope you like this finale piece and enjoy it as much as me!
Zahra: I’ve been keeping detailed notes of all your weaknesses... Henry’s weakness: spicy food. Pez’s: pranks. Nora’s: also pranks. June can’t act to save her life. Alex, crippling self-doubt mixed with an underlying belief that he’ll never reach his full potential.
Alex: woah, woah, woah, woah. That’s like... really personal compared to ‘pranks’
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I’m supposed to be writing my big bang piece, but given the events of the past few days, I’m opening up the opportunity to send in prompts with proof of a donation to the Minnesota Freedom Fund, Reclaim the Block, North Star Health Collective, or a similar organization. You can also donate to my ko-fi, and I’ll donate to the Minnesota Freedom Fund in a week or so.
There’s a prompt list here, and you can send a word, a theme, or a short phrase along with a screenshot with your donation receipt to me via a message or in the comments of a ko-fi donation.
I’ll be hoping to get to these within 48 hours of receiving the prompt, so it’ll be quicker than I typically answer as well, but that’s at the whim of my muse (who can be a bitch) and the complexity of your prompt
80 with first prince please! Also, congrats on graduating! I graduated 2 weeks ago and it feels surreal still :)
Thank you! It still feels surreal, especially with everything happening! Congrats to you, too!
80. “Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner”
After all the dinners they’ve been to together, this one should be a piece of cake. It should be no different from any of the others, just a networking dinner with Alex’s department. Henry’s only job is to look pretty and be charming, which should be easy. And even if it wasn’t that easy, he’s excited. He wants to meet Alex’s peers and professors, he really does. But somehow, when the day comes, he just feels off. There doesn’t seem to be anything that’s triggered it; nothing’s wrong at home and things go well at work. Bea and Pez are doing well back in the UK, and even David is doing well. But as the event gets closer and closer, without any explanation, he just feels worse and worse.
He and Alex get to get ready together, side by side in the mirror as they fix their hair and Alex reaches up to kiss Henry’s jaw. And Henry should feel good, or excited, or happy, but somehow, he doesn’t even feel fine. He doesn’t have the words for it, he just feels wrong somehow. But he smiles, and he kisses the side of Alex’s forehead, giving David an extra scratch on the ears before they’re loading into a car and heading to the dinner. Alex is happy, talking about how excited he is to introduce Henry to his favorite professors and his friends from class. Henry just nods and lets him talk, trying to psych himself up for a night of meeting strangers and being in public, even if all he wants is to curl up on the couch with Alex, David, and Bake Off. This is important to Alex, and he wants to see Alex’s world, so he’ll go, and he’ll do everything he can to make sure Alex has a good night.
The dinner is at a place called the Prince George Ballroom, a fact that makes Alex grin and nudge Henry’s side. Henry smiles a bit, because it is ironic, even if everything feels pointlessly wrong. Alex’s face falls a bit.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course. I’m excited to see a bit of your world.”
Alex takes another second to study him, and Henry does his best to look excited. Then someone calls Alex’s name, and he turns with a grin.
“Elle! Henry, this is Elle, she’s in my civ pro class; she’s brilliant.”
Elle grins, shaking Henry’s hand. “Alex is just being nice; we’re partners on a project and I think he’s trying to get out of the parts he doesn’t like.”
Alex laughs. He’s so loose and free and happy, and Henry smiles, shaking her hand and trying to find a version of his press face that won’t worry Alex. They go into the dinner, and Alex is shining. He’s so happy, so completely in his element, and Henry knows he can’t pull him away from this. No matter how awful he feels, his only option is to put on a smile and pretend things are okay.
He meets Alex’s other classmates. Then he meets a TA for one of his classes, and they joke about what a nightmare Alex can be before Alex drags Henry over to introduce him to his con law professor, and Henry gets a chance to thank him for defending them on his podcast after they were outed, which should make him feel better, but he still doesn’t quite feel right. Finally, Henry escapes to the drinks table, hoping that maybe he’ll feel better after a moment to himself and with a drink in his system. Alex finds him there a few minutes later, and Henry doesn’t have time to get his face under control before Alex frowns.
“H? You’re sure you’re okay? We can go if you’re not.”
“I’m fine; you’re having fun. We can stay. I’ll keep it together.”
The crease between Alex’s eyebrows deepens, and he moves closer to rest a hand on Henry’s arm, studying Henry’s face a bit. When Henry ducks his head, Alex just comes closer, and Henry knows he can tell something’s wrong.
“Hey, we can go. How... how long have you wanted to leave?”
“Honestly? Since... since before we got here. I’m sorry. I know this is important, and it’s something you were looking forward to, and I was, too, I swear. I swear I wanted to come, but it’s just... it’s been an off day somehow. I’m sorry. We can stay, and if it gets to be too much I can go to a toilet or somewhere.”
“You didn’t... you could have said something. Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner; I don’t care about any of this as much as I care about you.”
“I’m sorry. I did want to come, I promise.”
“I know. I-- Professor, hi.” Henry smiles and interacts with the professor like he’s expected to, but if there was ever a confirmation that he should leave an event this interaction is it. The professor leaves, and Alex doesn’t even ask how Henry’s doing, just says, “we’re going. I appreciate that you came, I do, but we... we’re not going to stay, not when you’re not feeling good.”
He somehow gets them through the ballroom without having to talk to anyone, and they’re in the back of a car, Alex wrapping an arm around Henry’s shoulders and letting Henry rest his head on Alex’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I--”
“No. No; you don’t get to apologize for not feeling good. I love you; you’re allowed to not feel great or not want to do things and you don’t have to feel bad about it. I’m sorry we had to come.”
“I did want to,” Henry says, and Alex nods.
“I know. Thank you for coming to as much as you did.”
“Can we... is there anything you want to do when we get home? Just go to bed, I guess?”
“Or we could watch some Bake Off?”
If Henry wasn’t already in love with Alex, that question would have done it. As is, he just melts into Alex, who laughs and brings his hand up to play with Henry’s hair, and Henry melts a bit more, feeling like he can really breathe for the first time all day.
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If I ever write Alex at school, it’s inspired by The Princeton Review’s first year of law school article. It’s just a list of classes and it’s great for writing purposes.
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Why do I think that when Shaan and Zahra are talking about Alex and Henry they refer to them as “my idiot and your idiot” because I just get that vibe from them.
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Summary: Following Henry being outed, the election, and the end of the book, Henry and Philip slowly start to fix their relationship. There’s blood that can’t be unshed, but there’s also a chance that things could get better.
Chapter 1: Make Me an Instrument of Your Peace
Chapter 2: Where There is Hatred, Let Me Sow Love
Chapter 3: Where There is Offense, Let Me Bring Pardon
Chapter 4: Where There is Doubt, Let Me Bring Faith
Getting a champagne-soaked Alex back to Kensington is an adventure, to say the least, involving a variety of attempted solutions to protect a car interior from his disaster before they eventually decide to just walk. The champagne dries on the way, leaving Alex coated in a sweet, sticky mess. Mr. Wobbles loves it, and Henry has to hold him back while Alex escapes to the shower, leaving Henry to bring his pajamas and join him in the shower to help get champagne out of his hair. He’s jet lagged and asleep almost as soon as they’re in bed, leaving Henry to hold him close, smiling at the scent of the tea tree oil shampoo Alex uses only when they travel. He used to smell like this all the time, but he’d read that tea tree oil was bad for dogs once and had immediately switched shampoos for while they were at home. Now, he smells like tea tree while they’re away from David, and Henry loves the scent even more than he used to.
He’s been asleep for a bit when Henry’s phone goes off, and he knows he shouldn’t, but that’s Shaan’s text tone. Henry knows he should be asleep, or at least staying off his phone so he can sleep eventually, but, well, it’s Shaan. It could be important. He rolls to check it, careful not to wake Alex.
“I don’t want to worry you, but Philip has been standing in front of your door for the past fifteen minutes. I think he wants to talk to you but doesn’t want to knock.”
Summary: Following Henry being outed, the election, and the end of the book, Henry and Philip slowly start to fix their relationship. There’s blood that can’t be unshed, but there’s also a chance that things could get better.
Chapter 1: Make Me an Instrument of Your Peace
Chapter 2: Where There is Hatred, Let Me Sow Love
Chapter 3: Where There is Offense, Let Me Bring Pardon
Alex arrives just before the state dinner, giving them only the time from Heathrow to Buckingham to really be alone. They make the most of it, a mix of making sure the other is actually alright and using their mouths for more exciting things. When they get close to Buckingham, Henry pulls back to fix Alex’s hair before they have to step out of the car and into Henry’s world. He’s not thrilled to belong here, but Alex is by his side, both of them smiling as they walk into the palace and the dinner. It helps to know that Alex doesn’t mind these events, especially when they’re open to heads of global states. He may still roll his eyes a bit at someone called Basil or Dorian or Bartholomew, but he’ll find an interesting conversation somewhere. There’s a good chance he’ll spend that night telling Henry what he’s learned about the differences between American and French immigration law or what steps queer activists are taking in Italy. He thrives here in a way Henry never has, and Henry’s just glad to know he’ll be happy enough, and that he’s not dragging Alex to somewhere he’ll be miserable.
They sit beside each other for dinner, even if they’re in different conversations, but they drift a bit as they’re sharing drinks and finger foods with guests afterward. Henry sees Alex talking to someone he thinks might be a diplomat from South Africa, and Alex looks happy and engaged. He’s stuck as a third wheel in a conversation between politicians from Scotland and Finland, smiling and nodding without actually contributing anything, when he feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see Martha. She looks a bit pale, but she’s smiling.
