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TTPD (henry’s version) 🤍
#YES!!#rwrb#red white and royal blue art#firstprince#henry fox#ttpd#red white and royal blue#rwrb art
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— .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
#I AM IN LOVE#this is so lovely#red white and royal blue art#rwrb art#firstprince#henry x alex#rwrb#henry fox#alex claremont diaz#digital art#oils
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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.
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Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
Pairing: firstprince (Alex x Henry)
Complete, Chapters: 12, Rating: E, Words: 63k+
#to read#red white and royal blue#rwrb#rwrb fanfic#rwrb fanfiction#firstprince#firstprince fanfic#firstprince fanfiction#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex x henry
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it’s so weird to me how there’s cliques and hierarchies within fandom spaces these days like. we’re all just fucking nerds. how are you gonna try to be popular amongst the nerds. how are you going to feel superior over your fellow nerds. at the end of the day you’re still a fucking nerd bestie
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WIP Wednesday
Hi! It is still Wednesday in my timezone, and I've missed a couple of these in a row, so I'm sliding in late.
I am kinda spread between a lot of wips some of which are redacted at the moment. So I'm gonna keep this short and sweet.
There’s a voice in his brain, though—one that sounds remarkably like Nora, because apparently he can’t know a moment of peace—that reminds him that sexuality isn’t so black and white.
He just— When he reminds himself that he likes girls, it’s easier to push down the way his heart speeds up when Raf shows up in a loose-collared shirt, to ignore how David Beckham looks in a suit, shaking your hand and telling you that you had an impressive race.
It’s easier, when they travel to countries where homosexuality is a crime, to settle with what’s worked for him so far.
With tumblr's weird tagging, I'm keeping it below the cut!
Thanks for tags from @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @gay-flyboys @bigassbowlingballhead @captainjunglegym @sophie1973
and @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @nocoastposts @rmd-writes @msmarvelouswinchester
and @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland @eusuntgratie!!!
I know I'm late, but tagging friends who haven't shared who might just want to see or save the tag for a future date @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @songliili @leojfitz
@galitzine-nick @gayrootvegetable and an open tag for anyone I missed (I assumed everyone else shared already)!!
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happy wednesday <3
i have no snip to share today but i figured i’d post this drawing that i’ll probably never finish LOL
thank you for the tags! <3 @bigassbowlingballhead @captainjunglegym @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @tinyarmedtrex @agostobuwan @nocoastposts @itsmaybitheway @cha-melodius @onthewaytosomewhere @eusuntgratie
leaving an open tag since im very late !!
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags @nocoastposts @meraki-yao @agostobuwan @taste-thewaste 💖💖💖
I finally forced myself to sit and write a bit tonight (huge thanks to @onlyastoryteller for helping to motivate me 😘), so here’s another snippet of the next chapter of Life Is Not A Movie (But We Can Have The Fairytale):
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man tips the mug up and takes a small sip of the liquid. Nick watches as his expression smooths out into one of cautious contentment, and he lets out a quiet exhale of relief before taking another long pull of his own drink. After another handful of seconds, the man lowers the mug and softly clears his throat.
“Umm, thanks. For the coffee. And…the cinnamon. That’s – thanks.”
Nick peers over at him, studying the way two of his fingers tap the side of the mug in a nervous rhythm, and finds himself fighting past a wave of empathy for him. He gives a small nod in response, not entirely trusting his voice in the moment. They continue to drink in silence for another couple of minutes, until the other man drains the last bit of liquid from his mug and sets it carefully back on the table. Turning to face Nick more fully, he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him.
“You’re…not Henry, are you?”
Nick lowers his mug, balancing it on his thigh as he takes in a deep breath. “No, afraid not.” He waits a beat, watching as the confirmation sinks in, the other man absently nodding as his eyes drift down to his clasped hands. “My name’s Nick. This is my flat. We’re in London.”
That seems to get his attention, his eyes snapping back up to meet Nick’s. “So I am still in London? But I’m not…I don’t…” He trails off, seemingly unsure what question he actually wants to ask. His eyes search Nick’s for a long moment, and when he speaks again, he seems to have arrived at some sort of conclusion. “You know who I am, though, don’t you?”
Nick opens his mouth, but then closes it again when he realizes he has no idea how to answer that question, at least not without sparking about a dozen new ones, which he also has no clue how to answer. “I…um. I think so, yes.”
I’m late as usual so I’m just leaving this as an open tag for anyone who hasn’t shared yet that wants to! 💕
#ANSJSHGSJSBXH#I’m so excited for this y’all have no idea#life is not a movie (but we can have the fairytale)#rwrb fic#wip wednesday#rwrb#red white and royal blue
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the FirstPrince mafiaboss!xbikergangleader! nobody asked for cause why not 🥵
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Wip Wednesday and I have brand new words to share! Thanks @nocoastposts for the tag today - I'll get back to attempting RWRB words soon, but for now my brain is stuck in Schitt’s Creek silliness.
@a-noble-dragon thanks also for yesterday's tag. You might like to hear that I now have a full draft of Plume! Yes... 11k words of ostrich-based crack now just (!) need editing! Here's a snippet:
“Hey, Patrick, I can show you my favourite place to sunbathe, I know you’re going to love it. There’s room for two you know!” She drags her wingtip against Patrick’s again, and David almost retches at her obviousness, before she continues: “You must be like, totally bored of David’s stick-in-the-mud company by now.”
“Um, go nap on the highway Alexis!” David splutters.
She opens her beak to retort, but Patrick steps in first. “Actually Alexis, David was just going to tell me about the best spot for dust baths, weren’t you David?”
“Oh, um, yep, yes,” David scrabbles to catch up – why is Patrick not going with Alexis? All the new cocks always want to spend time with her. Still, he’s not going to complain at the opportunity to get one over on Alexis for a change. “Did you know it’s very important to choose the right consistency of dust, Patrick? Too fine and it gets caught between the barbs of your feathers, but too coarse and it can damage your skin.”
Patrick tilts his head in a way that makes him seem like he’s actually interested, and that David is trying hard not to think of as cute, because he doesn’t want to ruin whatever this tentative new friendship thing is. He’s vaguely aware of Alexis strutting off and calling to Patrick that he’s still welcome to join her for a sunbathe later, but neither he nor Patrick pay her any mind.
Tags if anyone would still like to play today for @ramonaflow, @saraminia @mammameesh, @characterassassination-at-9am, @stereopticons and anyone else who fancies it, because I would love to see what you've got brewing 1💚
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Wip Wednesday 4/17/2024
Wednesday? Already?? Well here's a little something more from Speak Now (or forever hold your piss)
“I told myself I wouldn’t cry,” Bea says, dabbing her knuckle under her eye, there are scattered chuckles among the guests. “Zahra. Shaan. I’m incredibly honored that you’ve asked me to take such an important part of your special day. To think, if my brother and Alex hadn’t knocked Pip’s cake over we wouldn’t be standing here today,” she gestures in their direction and chairs crack and groan as guests turn to look directly at Alex and Henry.
Just what Alex needs right now, everyone looking at him while he tries to keep himself composed. He gives a polite almost unnoticeable wave with an upward flick of his wrist.
“Boys, do us a favor and stay away from the cake this time,” the guests erupt into laughter and Pez knocks Henry into Alex’s shoulder. Heat blooms in his cheeks, this is going to be a long wedding of Alex’s life.
“I fucking hate weddings,” he mutters under his breath.
tags are being wonky as hell today again, i apologize if i miss anyone who's tagged me today.
tagged by:
@eusuntgratie @onthewaytosomewhere @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @thinkof-england
@nocoastposts @agostobuwan @doublecheekedkinard @anincompletelist @captainjunglegym
no pressure tags:
@sparklepocalypse @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @heysweetheart-writes
@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @lostcol
@firenati0n @onward--upward @wordsofhoneydew @sheepywritesfics @insecuregodcomplex
@taste-thewaste @cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse @fivequartersoftheorange
@henrysfox @oxfordslutphase
#ahhhh Alex is going through it#love it#jon writes now?#wip wednesday#speak now (or forever hold your piss)
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WIP Wednesday - 17/04/2024
Hello friends. Wednesday again huh? Like grace said in her post, i too am rotating blorbos like rotisserie chickens. I might've even started writing something for my 911 blorbo because who'd have thought a bisexual clearly neurodivergent himbo of a man with a tragic backstory would capture my attention???
Anyways thanks for the tags @eusuntgratie @onthewaytosomewhere @thinkof-england @nocoastposts and @agostobuwan
I have posted my Angst fics, one being a study on Henry and Catherine, the other being the winter of discontent as henry and alex navigate their relationship after discovering their diverging opinions on having children. Find both these fics in this angst series: Lilacs Out of the Dead Land
For my next trick, my longfic is going to be my plane crash au:
After a plane crashes in the English countryside a UK based agency (the AAIB) and a US based agency (the NTSB) have to work together to solve the cause and to keep it from happening again. Henry and Alex have a healthy interagency rivalry that spirals into more.
“You’re uh…” Alex says as they both look out over the field. He clears his throat, “You’re Arthur Fox’s son?”
Henry’s blood turns to ice in his veins. He’d hoped he could get through this investigation without someone bringing up his father. He wonders who it was who told Alex. Or if he somehow worked it out on his own.
The wind rushes impatiently past them and Henry pulls his clipboard closer to his chest. It’s old-fashioned to have paper and a pen, he supposes, but it’s comforting to have something so solid and unbreakable to hold onto.
“Yes,” is all he offers.
Henry feels Alex look at him, but he doesn’t turn away from watching the police conduct their search.
“I’m really sorry, Henry. I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.”
Henry huffs out a laugh. “Well, imagine if your father killed two-hundred-and-twenty-eight people. It’s like that.”
“Henry, he made a mistake-”
“-Can we not talk about it?” Henry interrupts, hoping Alex hasn’t caught the tears burning his eyes. “It was a long time ago and it’s not relevant here.”
Tags under cut
No pressure to: @bigassbowlingballhead @anincompletelist @magicandarchery @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic
@violetbaudelaire-quagmire @sparklepocalypse @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit
@cactusdragon517 and as always open tag for anyone else!
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Tonight’s headliner: Tay Tay & his emotional support water bottle 😁🎶
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happy wednesday! :D
HELLO I know I have missed at least the last one (if not two) rounds of tags but I have the brain space to share today so THANK YOU @onthewaytosomewhere @welcometololaland @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes
@suseagull04 @msmarvelouswinchester @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway
@thinkof-england @thedramasummer @nocoastposts @agostobuwan for the lovely tags! I am very much looking forward to reading through all of these this afternoon! <33333
today's snip is a bit longer, so I'll slip it under the cut! I *think* this is the first time I've debuted this guy so.... enjoy? kdjhfkjhsgkfhjg
hope you're all well! xx
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“So… I guess you’ve probably seen the news,” Alex says from the doorway, more so to his shuffling feet than to Henry himself.
“I usually try to actively avoid watching the news,” Henry tells him. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Right. The, uh, Claremont-Diaz-for-2040-thing?”
“Ah, yes,” Henry nods, his fingers twitching where they’re tucked underneath his crossed arms. “Your dream come true. Your parents must be so proud.”
Alex’s face twists up into an odd half-grimace, half-smile, a divot between his brows as he surveys his wringing hands. “Anyway. I was kind of hoping that…”
“If you’re looking for some kind of endorsement or political favor I’m afraid I’m not involved in any of that anymore.”
His gaze finally snaps to Henry, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I wouldn’t— I just…”
He sighs, dropping his hands, lifting one to drag through his curls, much longer than Henry remembers and a little silver with age. He’s always been able to tell when Alex was overthinking, even if they were never close. That much, at least, hasn’t changed.
“I was wondering if I could live with you. For a little while. Here,” Alex says finally.
Henry blinks. “Sorry?”
“I was wondering,” Alex huffs, his eyes rolling briefly, “if I could live with you.”
It doesn’t make any sense. Alex is a well known politician back in New York, the primary presidential candidate for the upcoming election. Henry presumes he could likely stay just about anywhere he’d like, and he has an exceedingly difficult time believing that that place is in the foothills of Finland with the ex-prince he’d made very clear on several occasions he, quite emphatically, disliked.
The damage control hadn’t worked, because Henry was damaged enough for the both of them. The avoiding was better. He’d thought he could be rid of Alex for good. Could finally put to rest the feelings he’d had in his youth, shove them under the years that have built up between them since then and pretend they never existed in the first place.
Staring into his wide, hopeful, bottomless brown eyes, the same fire in them from years past, Henry thinks he really should have known better.
“I’m sorry,” Henry murmurs, his throat tight, “it sounds like you’re asking me if you could live here.”
Alex only shrugs. “Well, I mean. It should, probably. Since that’s what I’m doing.”
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no pressure, of course, and OPEN TAG!
@wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @affectionatelyrs
@cha-melodius @anchoredarchangel @rmd-writes @read-and-write-
@magicandarchery @happiness-of-the-pursuit @getmehighonmagic @junebugclaremontdiaz
@bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @inexplicablymine @whimsymanaged
(here's hoping the tags work friends jshdkjshgkfhjg <333)
xx
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