#ofkennedy

      romantic feelings weren’t a common appearance in albert’s life. at least they never had been before. he suspected he’d had crushes in the past, but none that had ever quite stuck. not like the one he had on xavier. it was bad, really. that’s how the english prince viewed it. how his palms were sweaty and knees went sort of...weak whenever the american was around. the biggest problem was that he considered him his best friend, at least one of them and losing him from his life was one concept he wouldn’t allow himself to think about for too long. he couldn’t ruin a good thing because of feelings, that’s the last thing he wanted to do. he’s in a world of his own, trying to keep his heartbeat steady which was proving a problem because of how close the other male was to him now. eyes widen and butterflies pick up their pace at the mere sentence the other speaks. “huh? oh yeah? i’m very glad you think so, xavier. i’m thinking of giving up the princely duties and becoming a professional pillow in the future,” he teased, smile soft and gentle as he looks down at him, choosing to - quite boldly, play with the other’s hair, “you can sleep if you want to, i uh -- i don’t mind, man.” nailed it.

    getting comfortable enough to prompt stillness had always been a problem for the dutch prince. even more so it seemed when he was sharing said bed with another body. sharing his bed with others wasn’t something that he did often, despite what the world might have thought of him in that respect. it’s so hot suddenly, and he feels like he’s sweating through which -- in his opinion is not a good look, and it certainly isn’t a good feeling. he huffs at xavier’s words, a pout finding his expression. sleepovers were something the man had been deprived of as a little boy, he was starting to suspect that was a good thing.  “i am not doing it on purpose, liefje.” he grimaces a little, face contorted as he tries to move a little further away from the other crown prince’s space, only causing him to kick out again. “ah, chips. sorry, sorry, xavier.” he adds on, before rolling his shoulders back and doing his best to lie straight and not move as much as a muscle. “nobody made you share with me, i must remind you -- you chose that all on your own.”  

   “oh,” he giggles quietly, thankful he is drunk so his blush can be excused on his lack of sobriety. “well, there’s like – okay, so there’s a lot i can say about xavier.” he’ll admit at first, his smile gentle as his hands rub across his thighs and he picks at the holes in his jeans. “first of, he’s pretty. but he’s more than pretty, so much more. he’s smart, really smart. he has this amazing mind and an amazing way with words that you can’t help but fall for. you know, as a friend…too. second of all, he’s really hard on himself. he acts like the mistakes he makes are who he is when they’re not, you know? he’s so much more than the things he’s done wrong. he’s done so many more things right, in my opinion. he’s so brave. when he came out at pride it was inspiring, it helped so many people. seeing someone of such ranking – someone who’s going to be a king one day just tell the world so freely who they are? i know i wasn’t the only one who watched it repeatedly, i was just one of the lucky few who got to know him personally, too. call him one of my best friends.” he rubs at the back of his neck, rolls his shoulders back a little. “he treats me so well, it feels like i really matter when i’m around him, like my thoughts…they matter. i’ve never really had that before, not to this level. he deserves the world, everything he wants and more too. he makes me happy, happier than i’ve ever been. he’s my first kiss, too – which is a big deal, right?” he hadn’t really said that to anyone before. eyes widen suddenly, but he doesn’t fall over himself to take it away. “...i feel so lucky to get to spend so much time around him. to get to see these little parts of him that not everybody gets to. he has so many interests that make me smile. like i could hear him go on about his favourite dolly parton songs for hours, go to every single broadway musical there ever was just to see him get all excited, i’ll power through him singing that shitty my neck, my back song. he’s beautiful, both inside and out. there’s people out there that don’t know him that have a lot to say about who he is, but they’re so fucking wrong. he’s fucked up but he is not a fuck up, he’s done stupid things but he is no idiot. he’s a human, you know like…interesting and raw and – anyone shits on him i’ll do something about it, doesn’t matter who the fuck you are, either. you can say whatever you want on me, but…not him.”  

7. What’s their diet like? Are they vegetarian, vegan? Do they have any food allergies that make them have a special diet?

Albie would absolutely love to be a vegan, because he loves animals so much. But he doesn’t consider it possible for him. Problem is he loves chicken a little too much, he also loves cheese quite a bit. He wouldn’t be able to give them up. He’s not the biggest vegetables fan but he eats them because he knows they’re good for him. Besides, his adoration for fruit seems to make up for this. He’s probably got a lactose intolerance, but he still -- eats dairy produce because he likes it too much. You only live once, is what he always says. 

8. What sort of toys did they play with as a child?

Anything his siblings played with, he’d want to play with. He loved transformers, he loved barbies and babies, he loved dollhouses too. His favourite toy though might have been lego if that counts. Building things up to be bigger than mini him was his favourite thing to do. Sometimes he’d get a little grumpy if he was playing with others and they didn’t make structures the way he wished they would, though. It’s the only thing that really got him in trouble. 

13. Have they ever been do Disney World/Land, or any other amusement park? What do they prefer to do at them: go on the rides, play the games, eat the food? 

He’s been to both Disney World and Disney Land. He wouldn’t have visited America or France without visiting them and let’s be honest, he’s visited both consistently considering he has a best friend in each of those places. He loves all of it? He doesn’t like the prospect of having to choose between the three. Rollercoasters are definitely his go-to, though. 

21. What were they a part of in high school/college, if they went? Were they a part of any clubs, did they play any sports? What clique would they have been considered a part of?

He was in the drama club, the music club, the dance club. He played football, tennis, badminton, golf. I don’t think he’d have been part of a clique, he was quite a floater, for lack of a better word. Kind of did his best to make friends with the majority of the groups. 

24. Do they watch any sports? What are they a fan of, and what teams do they root for? Do they watch the games/matches on TV or do they try to be there for some in person? Do they just catch the highlights on their phone later on?

    this entire scenario was ridiculous to the new zeland prince. the last place he wanted to be was in bed with artem and yet, here he was. he didn’t know how it was supposed to make them closer, or force them into understanding one another. mainly because the man was actively working at not giving him anything to work it. it was unfair of him, maybe. but lachlan could be impossibly selfish when he considered it the right thing to do. in his eyes, trying to stop their wedding was a good thing for both parties. if anything, he was surely doing the other boy a favour too. eyes roll as he looks over at him. “if you have a problem with it you can get out.” he retorts back. patience might have been a virtue, but it was one that lachlan lacked. “sleep on the floor or some shit, i don’t know.” he shrugs a little, before turning on his side -- back towards artem. he might have felt guilty about it, but he did his best not to convey that. he wasn’t even sure why he felt it in the first place, so it wasn’t as though he was going to expose it. 

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

if it’s clean sure. i’ll wear anything, there’s pictures of me in zara’s tutu for heavens sake.@hrh-zara

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

reservoir dogs. i love anything tarantino.

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

burial rites, my mum got me onto it. it’s set around a convicted murderer in iceland.

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