#firstprince ff

but now you're home (I'm never gonna leave you now) | 9.8k | M

The beach is always changing. Alex finds it ironic that this is the first time in his life he's letting himself sit still, and it’s in a place that is never the same twice. Waves come in and replace the sand and silt with every swell. People leave behind footprints that mix and overlap and then wear away. Sand castles are built, destroyed, and built again differently. It's a place consistent in its inconsistency. But for now, it's home. Or something like it.

Oneshot • Rated GA • 1K words Read on AO3

just you and I

Rating: M

love thorns all over this rose | theprinceandagcd

Rated E | 104k words | Prologue + 9 chapters + Epilogue

Alex wasn’t made to be the type of person that will cook someone breakfast in the morning. Dancing around with someone he loves in his underwear isn’t something he gets to have. He’s awful at remembering anniversaries and inept at thinking of grand romantic gestures. Candlelit dinners, handmade cards, buying flowers—it’s just not what he’s built for. And that’s fine. Alex doesn't need any brave hero to save him, and he sure as hell was never meant to be anyone else's prince charming. That's why this—his thing with Henry—is the perfect solution.

don't you dream impossible things? | firstprince | 6k words | Rated T

He figured this part of the yacht wouldn’t be crowded—the only thing visible from this side is the river, it's the furthest point from a source of alcohol, and it's the most vulnerable to the evening chill that clings to the surface of the water. So he's surprised to find a lone figure standing on the deck, shrouded in shadows and leaning against the railing, staring out at nothing. The light from the boat and the moon overhead is just bright enough for Alex to recognize a perfectly tailored suit and blonde hair and the sharp cut of a strong jawline. Henry. Of fucking course. The expression on Henry’s face seems almost wistful in a way that Alex recognizes and feels drawn toward. The gentle breeze and relative quiet make the air feel like an embrace, like a stolen fragment of calm, shrouded in melancholy and the relief of finding space to breathe. So maybe it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be a fight. “You know,” Alex says before he can second-guess the impulse, taking a step closer. “If you're trying to make your Titanic dreams come true, this really isn't the place to do it.”

a million little shining stars just aligned | G | 2.8k

got a wish list (i just want you) | 3.5k | M

Henry’s gift—ensuring that it is perfect, and on time—is more important. Alex places the order a few weeks before Christmas, paying extra for premium shipping and making absolutely certain that it would be delivered before Christmas. On the day it arrives, Alex feigns illness so that he can go home early and intercept the package before Henry lays eyes on the original box. He really hopes that Henry likes it. It’ll mean a lot to Alex if he does.

never wanna see you hurt (can't breathe without you) | 1.6k | Rated T