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Etiquette Lesson (Alex/Henry)
Summary: Alex finds purposefully disrespecting the crown funny, so Henry quizzes him on proper royal etiquette. (I just watched the movie and WOW, I certainly felt every possible human emotion during it!!! This was based on an anonymous prompt and written in a 1am haze, so I hope you enjoy it! P.S. I have no idea if the little royal factoid I included is true, but I read it in like 5 articles so fingers crossed I wasn’t lied to!!!)
Alex Claremont-Diaz is many things: A son, a brother, an activist, a bisexual icon. He is also a fucking menace. At least, according to Zahra, June, his mother, and most recently, Henry.
“I stand by what I said at the wedding,” the prince says. “You need a serious lesson in etiquette.”
Apparently it’s not appropriate to try and seduce your boyfriend in the bathroom of a charity dinner, or so Henry claims.
Alex grins. “You could teach me a lesson any time,” he practically purrs.
Henry’s cheeks are pink and he clearly has to wrestle with his instincts to keep it in his pants and not teach Alex that very lesson right here, right now.
“When we’re back in our room,” Henry replies, straightening his suit jacket. He gives Alex a wink and slips out of the bathroom before his partner can protest.
The rest of the dinner is agonizing for them both, desperate to get their hands on one another.
Once they reach their hotel room, though, Alex is already unbuttoning his jacket and tossing it to the floor before the door has even shut all the way.
“You are a menace.” Henry points an accusatory finger with one hand, while the other makes sloppy work of his tie.
Alex flashes a grin. “And you love me for it, Your Majesty.”
Henry takes two steps forward and pushes him against the mattress, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. “How many times must I remind you, that title is reserved for the King?” he asks, pinning Alex’s hands.
“But it’s so fun to call you by the wrong honorifics, baby.”
“Alright, here’s how this is going to work: it are going to answer my question, and if you get them right, you can do all the things you promised to do to me in that washroom. If you get it wrong, however, I’m going to punish you. Understood?”
Alex lets out a breath. “How exactly do you plan to punish me, Your Majesty?” he asks, fanning the flame.
Henry chuckles, leaning down so that his lips brush Alex’s ear, making goosebumps rise on his brown skin. “I’m going to tickle you until you beg for mercy, obviously.”
It’s not the answer Alex was expecting, and he flushes, immediately beginning to squirm. “Oh, baby, come on, you don’t—”
“We can always just go to bed, if you’d rather not take the risk,” Henry cuts him off.
Alex knows that's Henry’s way of reassuring him they don’t have to do this. That if Alex hates the sound of that, they can pretend it was never said and move on. They’ll probably even still fuck if he taps out now, because they are both half-hard and a little bit tipsy.
But Alex hates backing down from a challenge, and he supposes there are worse punishments Henry could have suggested…
“Deal,” he finally says.
Henry grins down at him in the sexiest way possible and Alex has to bite his lip to keep from whining.
“What flower do royal women traditionally include in their wedding bouquets?”
Alex blinks at him, disbelieving. “Are you serious? Why the hell would I know that?”
“Are you giving up already?” Henry asks, resting his fingers on Alex’s belly.
“No, no, wait—Uh, lilies?”
Henry’s fingers start moving without warning, scribbling up towards Alex’s ribs. “Want another guess?”
Alex has already begun giggling like mad, the anticipation and champagne in his bloodstream making him twice as susceptible to the ticklish touch. “Violets?” he guesses between laughter.
Henry clicks his tongue with mock disappointment. “No, sorry love. I’ll give you one more guess.”
He’s scratching at the spot between Alex’s top rib and the hollows of his armpits, and the First Son is a cackling mess because of it. “Fuck, I don’t—Uh, tulips?”
Henry shakes his head. “That’s too bad, dear. Clearly you need to read up more on my country’s traditions. I’ll have Shaan put together a file for you,” he teases, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across Alex’s neck, and sneaking a cheeky nip to his collarbone for good measure.
Alex kicks his legs, his laughter bubbly and joyful and absolutely adorable, as far as Henry is concerned. He’s known that Alex is ticklish since the third time they hooked up, and he got his head crushed between the American’s legs after touching his inner thighs too softly.
“Baby, c’mon,” Alex gasps, scrunching up his shoulders in a lame attempt to protect his neck.
“Begging already?” Henry asks.
Despite the desperation in his laughter, Alex shakes his head, defiant as ever.
“Suit yourself.”
Henry quickly grabs at his hips, squeezing in a way that always makes him turn to jelly. The squirming and kicking stops as Alex becomes boneless on the pristine hotel sheets, his laugh breathless and wild and beautiful.
“Okay, okay, I’m begging,” he babbles. “Please, baby, no more.”
Henry stops immediately, running soothing palms up Alex’s arms, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks. “You are such a brat,” he mutters.
Alex snorts between gasps of air. “You never told me the answer.”
“Hm?”
“To the question you tortured me over? What flower is it?”
“Myrtle,” Henry replies.
“What? How was I going to guess that? That’s not a flower, that’s a ghost from Harry Potter!”
Henry laughs. “Maybe I didn’t want you to guess it correctly.”
“You set me up, you dick!”
Alex is on him in an instant, fingers finding the curve of Henry’s waist and digging in until the room is filled with laughter once again.
Alex might be an absolute menace, but Henry supposes he can be one as well.
#rwrb ticklefic#rwrb tickle fic#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#firstprince tickle#firstprince#tickle fic#ticklefic#raspberry writes
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Return the Favor
A/N: Okay so I didn’t think I would be back again this quickly, but some lovely anon requested a sequel-esque to my other RWRB fic, (which if you haven’t read and would like to, is right here), so I am back to write another quick one with Alex returning the favor to Henry. Hope this one is at least sort of decent, I’m still not feeling great about my writing, but we’ll get there! Anyways, please enjoy! (P.S. thank you to everyone who gave kind words about my last fic, I was really feeling not great but all of that helped me stay motivated to keep writing).
“Wait wait wait,” Henry rushed out, trying to keep the couch in between him and Alex.
“What exactly am I waiting for?” the dark-haired boy questioned, still trying to close the gap between him and his boyfriend. Henry just sputtered, desperately trying to come up with the right words. Refusing to even give him the chance, Alex jumped over the sofa and tackled Henry, pinning him down.
“Come on, you don’t have to do this,” he pleaded playfully, the words having no real desire behind them.
“No? Because I remember you doing this exact thing to me not more than 3 minutes ago.” Alex’s face tinted the shade of pink remembering Henry’s fingers slowly taking him apart.
“Okay yes, fine, I did, but that doesn’t mean you need to return the favor,” Henry rambled out, not making any moves to really escape.
“You know, today is your lucky day, I’m really not all that big on ‘returning the favor,’” Alex started with a smirk. Henry narrowed his eyes, knowing Alex far too well to believe he was getting away that easily. “However, unluckily for you, I am very big on getting revenge, so you’re not getting away yet.” Alex’s smirk shifted into a big, cheeky grin, very delighted with himself for his set up. In turn, Henry rolled his eyes at the goofball keeping him stuck to the floor, but couldn't help but smile at his adorableness. Granted, the smile quickly disappeared from his face when Alex started rolling his shirt up. Before he had any chance to protest, he felt fingers skitter across his tummy. The reaction was instantaneous, he couldn’t keep the giggles from pouring out of him.
“Ahahahalex plehehehease.”
“Ohoho, so when I plead with you, it falls upon deaf ears and you keep torturing me, but when you do it, I’m supposed to have sympathy?” He questioned, feigning offense.
“Yehehehes! And ihihit wahahasn’t tohohorture!” Henry barely managed to giggle out, bucking his hips, trying to get the offending digits off of his sensitive tummy.
“Good, if that wasn’t torture, then this certainly isn’t. You should be just fine.” Before Henry could even think up a reply, there were already fingers pinching away at his ribs.
“AhahahAHAHLEHEHEX NOHOHO,” Henry pleaded, the laughter only rising as Alex pinched further up.
“Mmm good spot?” Alex murmured out, a smile gracing his face as he took in just how cute his thrashing boyfriend was beneath him.
“NOHOHO!” the prince screamed out, refusing to admit in any way that Alex has an upper hand.
“Oh, lying to me now, your royal highness? I think that deserves to be punished, doesn’t it?” Henry shook his head, grabbing on to Alex’s wrists, and trying to pry them away from his ribs. Alex relented and took his hands off Henry’s ribs, just to give him a little bit of a breather before continuing.
“I wonder…” he thought out loud as he reached back and experimentally dug into the muscle on Henry’s thigh. The yelp he was rewarded filled him with absolute joy and a whole new level of menacing he was about to achieve.
“Nononononono, Alex don’t you daHAHAHARE NOHOHOHO.” Henry was once again thrown into a fit of laughter as Alex started pinching at his thighs now.
“Hmm? What was that, babe? You want me to keep going? Oh even harder you say? If you insist,” Alex teased, the smile on his face mimicking that on Henry’s. He flipped around, now sitting on Henry’s hips, facing his thighs so he could have better access to his new target.
“One would think that as the First son of the United States, you would be a lot nicer, but no, you’re an absolute menace.”
“And one would think that the Prince of England would be less sensitive, yet here we are.” Henry couldn’t even respond, just lie back as his face reddened and Alex’s hands inched closer and closer to his death spot.
As soon as Henry felt Alex put his hands down, he sat up and started scribbling along Alex’s sides, hoping to deter him. Alex pinched his arms down against his sides, squealing and falling back.
“Hehehehey nohoho.” The two of them wrestled around on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand of the situation. There was nothing but stray yelps as death spots were attacked, constant giggles from both parties, and clumsy pinching and poking at anything they could reach. By the end of it, they ended up right back in the same position that they started in, with Alex pinning Henry down.
“Now that we’re back where we’re supposed to be,” Alex commented, glaring back at Henry, “I will not be making this mistake again.” He grabbed Henry’s hands and shoved them under his knees, trapping him well. Henry just smirked at him, all too proud of his various shenanigans. He, of course, was promptly knocked off his high horse when Alex began squeezing his thighs and he couldn’t do anything about it, but beg.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO!” Alex just gave a little hum in response as he started lightly tracing his fingers on one thigh while swiftly pinching at the other. Henry kicked his legs out and continued his begging, even though it was pointless.
“You should really try to quiet down, people might hear you.” Henry’s face darkened another shade of red as he remembered that people outside of just him and Alex existed, and could very well be hearing him being tortured by his boyfriend.
“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”
“Later, definitely. But I’m having fun with this, right now,” Alex responded, cheeky as ever, not even needing to look back to see Henry’s blush deepening, once again. The two carried on like this for a few minutes longer, only stopping because Henry’s laughter had gone silent.
Alex carefully climbed off of him, and laid down beside him, kissing his crimson face.
“You okay?” Henry simply nodded in return, still catching his breath. Alex smiled at the sight beside him. Henry’s eyes still scrunched up with the huge smile adorning his face, his cheeks an absolutely beautiful shade of red. He just looked amazing like this, and Alex never wanted it to end.
“That was really mean, you know. I didn’t go that hard on you,” Henry accused, grabbing Alex’s hand.
“Yeah, I know, but I have to show you who’s top dog around here,” Alex replied in the most stereotypical, 80s douchebag voice he could conjure up. Henry just chuckled at him and leaned over and gave him another quick kiss.
“If I wasn’t exhausted, I would be proving that statement wrong.”
“Uh huh, sure you would, babe. But there’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. For now, that bed is calling… no, yelling my name,” Alex returned, already starting to stand up. Henry just eagerly followed along happy to just cuddle beside his boyfriend for the rest of the night.
#tickle fic#RWRB#RWRB tickle#Lee!Henry#Ler!Alex#RWRB tickle fic#Hopefully this is ~fine~#I've simply forgotten how to write#So we'll see#Anyways#I love them#They're so silly
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Gotta Play the Part, Babe
AN: yes yes, it’s late but not that late. It’s short, but school is getting real busy. Hope you enjoy this short firstprince fic for day 12!
Alex couldn't be happier that Henry was able to fly in for Halloween. He arrived just in time to get ready for the party, but it would seem that Alex was already dressed for the occasion. His hair was slicked back and he wore a white shirt with puffy sleeves and a lace collar paired with a black cape. To top off the look, he wore fangs and fake blood dripped from his lips, long dried by now.
Henry on the other hand, went a completely different route. For some, jeans and a cowboy hat weren't a costume, but for Prince Henry, it certainly was. And he looked damn good in those jeans. So good, in fact, that Alex wanted to sink his teeth in.
As soon as he was able, Alex dragged him up to his room, passionately making out along the way. When they were safe in the privacy of his room, he pressed Henry against the wall, arms pinned beside his head as he kissed down his neck.
He tilted his head back, granting Alex free access to his neck which in hindsight was a mistake. His neck was sensitive on the best of days, and downright unbearable any other, not to mention Alex still had on those realistic fangs and okay, that really had no right tickling that much.
"A-Ahalex!" a giggle slipped out as he panted for breath. He could feel Alex grin against his skin, sending chills down his spine. "Your fahahangs!"
"You like them?" he purred and gave another nip with his teeth. He shrieked, scrunching his neck as bubbly giggles flooded the room.
"Thehehey really tihihickle!" he whined, a massive grin firmly in place. The fake teeth were dull enough not to hurt, but just sharp enough to feel absolutely maddening.
“Good to know they’re practical,” he teased, nibbling at the spot just below Henry’s ear making him go weak in the knees. Alex caught him under the arms, making his laughter spike when fingers dug in his armpits. He arched a brow, mouthing along his throat and relishing in every gasp, giggle and stutter it drew out of him. “Oh you like this,” Alex purred after a moan intermingled with his breathless snickers.
“Ohoho shut uhuhup!” he scolded, no heat in his words.
“You know cowboy-“ that prompted an eye roll from Henry, “You’re looking mighty tasty.” The blush that found his cheeks was downright ravishing.
“W-what?” he stuttered, pressing himself further against the wall. Alex smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of his ear, speaking in a low husky voice.
“I vant to suck you blood.”
Henry couldn’t possibly keep a straight face and burst out laughing. Alex feigned offense.
“And here I was trying to be sexy!”
“Nohot with that accent!” Henry teased through giggles. Alex scoffed and dove back in, scraping his teeth against his neck. Loud shrieks and cackles echoed through the room and down the empty White House halls.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 12#alex claremont diaz#prince henry george edward james hanover stuart fox#firstprince#red white and royal blue#rwrb#rwrb fic#rwrb tickle fic#ticklish!henry
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Waking Up Next to You
Fic Descript: Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.
~ A/N - I AM A FIC MACHIIIIIIINE
Lmao wassup. I've got a RWRB fic coming up for you all today ^^ based off of this meme that I saw aaaages ago lmao I thought I absolutely HAD to write something and these boys are PERFECT for it.
I still have to finish the book or watch the actual movie lmao... should probably get on that...
Hope you all are vibing <3
Enoy! ~
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It still amazed Alex that the sun actually existed sometimes in England.
Mornings like these, the amber rays leaking in through the curtains, the cool breeze wafting through the window, birds chirping faintly outside.
A gentle reminder that England was not the grey, dreary commonwealth of boredom he had once envisioned.
No, mornings like this were quiet, pretty, perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
Because somehow, during the night, Henry - the absolute love of his life - had stolen the entire fucking blanket.
Those amber rays? Rare patches of warmth and hope keeping Alex right on the edge of freezing to death. The cool, refreshing breeze? Jack Frost's pesky fingers trying to strip the flesh right off his bones. The birds and their sweet, beautiful songs? Evil little shits taunting him with their built-in feather shields, protecting them from the harsh elements he was currently at the mercy of.
Sort of... The heating was on inside the house, so perhaps he was being a touch dramatic.
Still, the question remained. Should he let Henry sleep in, or should he reclaim his rightful half of the covers?
His boyfriend did look quite adorable like this, his perfect hair all tousled, his face relaxed so far his mouth was slightly open. And while it was getting more and more common for Alex to see the real Henry, and not Prince Pompously Pedantic The Third, he still treasured these moments of pure unfiltered Henry.
Maybe if he just slowly pulled...
"Alexxxxx..." Henry mumbled, still half asleep, before pulling the blanket over his head and turning around.
Alex gave a soft, indignant gasp. "Well good morning to you too."
No response.
"You've got the blanket." Alex said flatly.
Henry stirred. "I do."
Alex's face fell into a glare. "All of it."
"Yes." Henry hummed. "And it's incredibly comfy."
The prince didn't have to turn around for Alex to know the little shit had a smug (albeit sleepy) grin on his face.
"And you're not going to share?" Alex shuffled himself closer, almost leaning over Henry's shoulder.
"Hmm..." Henry pondered, becoming more and more awake by the second (though he kept his eyes closed throughout the exchange). "No."
Alex rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't let me freeze."
"What if I don't want to freeze?" Henry said - trying to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.
"Henry, it's a king sized blanket! We'll both have heaps of space."
Unable to stop himself, Henry let his face fall into a smirk. "Yes, it's a king sized blanket. Fit for one king. That's me."
Alex flopped backwards onto the pillow, rolling his eyes with a laugh. "You're not a king yet!"
"I'm closer than you'll ever be." Henry mumbled, though he couldn't help the laugh that leaked into his tone.
And, just adding insult to injury, Henry wrapped himself even further into his blanket like a caterpillar into a cocoon. Alex didn't have so much as a thread to pull over himself after Henry's little burrito moment, but that might just play into his favour.
Realising just how much Henry had restricted his own movement, it was Alex's turn to smirk.
"You wanna stay in the blanket that badly?" Alex muttered under his breath, before jumping onto his boyfriend. "Fine."
"Ale-HEHEX NOHOHO!" Henry shrieked, jolted out of his fake sleep by Alex's hands squeezing ferociously into his hips.
Somehow, Alex had intensified the pressure of his thumbs to be the perfect level of force through the blanket. By the time it reached Henry's hip bones the sensations were unbearably tickly, and it was driving Henry absolutely mad.
"No what?" Alex teased, expertly keeping his balance atop his squirming partner. "What's wrong baby? Not quite the sleep in you were looking for?"
"STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEASE!" Henry thrashed violently from side to side, but the blanket restricted his movements so much he could barely move a few inches each way.
Alex grinned, opting to change his tactic to aim for Henry's exposed neck. "Too late for pleading baby, should have given me the blanket when I asked."
"NONONONONO!" Henry squealed, trying desperately to find some way to cover the ridiculously sensitive target. He couldn't decide what was worse, the drilling thuds of Alex's thumbs through the blanket against his sides, or the whisper-light scratches of Alex's fingernails on his bare skin.
"Unless..." Alex continued to tease, trailing off to allow Henry to put the pieces together. And just for encouragement, he brought one hand back down to squeeze up and down Henry's sides while the other continued to torment the future king's neck.
"YOU CAN HAHAHAVE IHIHIT!" Henry surrendered, his body caught in an odd dance between escaping Alex and unravelling the blanket to get both off his body. "TAHAKE IT TAKE IHIT TAKE IT!"
With a smirk, Alex ceased all his attacks and helped his beloved boyfriend emerge from the duvet.
"There." Alex smiled in satisfaction and the pair lay down next to each other - equally covered under the quilt. "Was that so hard?"
#crow's tickle fic#rwrb tickle fic#lowkey kinda proud of this one lmao#smashed it out in like 30 mins too !!!#amazing the things I can do when I'm medicated and not burnt out#DSFSLFSJKJH accidentally posted this one super early lmao#hopefully nobody saw lol
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I'm thinking about writing a RWRB tickle fic where Alex accidentally finds out Henry is ticklish at the New Years Eve gala when he tells him "it's all in the hips" when he's showing Henry how to let loose and dance...
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Alex's list
Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue
Characters: Alex/Henry
Summary: Alex has put Henry's ticklishness on a list of things he likes about him. Henry denies being ticklish at all, which is stupid really when it's so easy to prove.
A/N: Partly based on all the headcanons me and an anon threw at each other a couple of days ago! But specifically this.
Words: 1.1k
Alex liked lists, so it was natural for him to make a list of all the things he adored about Henry.
1. He was kind. Like, sometimes Alex wanted to cry from how kindly he treated a world which had never done the same to him.
2. The noise he made when Alex kissed just beneath his ear.
3. He was funny. It nearly made Alex competitive.
4. His smile. God, that smile.
5. He was ticklish. Like ridiculously so.
“I am not.”
Alex paused in his recital of the list, sans his sappy comments of course. “Don’t lie. I’ve seen the way you flinch whenever I touch your sides, thinking I won’t notice and shit.”
Henry’s face was tinted pink - Alex made a mental note to add his blush to the list - and he crossed his arms like he always did when he felt vulnerable, uncomfortable, defensive or embarrassed (Alex had debated putting it on the list, just because of how adorable it could be, but he associated it with truly terrible situations too much to be able to). “That is simply a suspicion and not facts, so it shouldn’t be on the list.”
“Oh, you want me to prove it, do you?”
Henry’s eyes widened, but he remained where he was even as Alex stood. “You do realize I have a sister and therefore don’t find your threats very threatening.”
“And you realize I also have a sister and know exactly how to get someone to admit defeat, right?”
Henry, to his credit, still didn’t move, although Alex noticed how convenient it was that his arms were crossed and shielding most of his torso. His sides were peeking out from beneath his forearms and Alex had his sight set on them, slowly crossing the room and hovering over the Prince like he’d done many times before with entirely different intentions. Henry visibly tensed as Alex planted his feet on either side of his knees, forcing him to lean back against the couch as he leaned closer.
“There’s still time to admit I’m right,” Alex said, hoping he wouldn’t. “I don’t have to destroy you.”
“To think I haven’t noticed the way you recoil whenever I touch your collarbones would be silly.”
Alex’s face flashed hot for a brief moment, but he had the advantage, he had Henry beneath him, his fingers so close to touching flesh, that he refused to be sidetracked. “That’s besides the point.”
“Oh, so you admit it?”
“You know. You talk a lot of shit for someone within tickle distance.”
Henry’s finger suddenly swiped over Alex’s neck, making him jerk back with a yelp. “So are you, my love,” he said with a smirk and yeah okay Alex was blushing for real now.
“That’s it,” he said, trying to regain some sense of composure. “No more mercy for you.”
Henry had uncrossed his arms to tickle him and Alex wasted no time before latching onto his sides, squeezing them once, twice, and Henry was already giggling (something more for the list), head thrown back as he tried and failed to grab at Alex’s hands. He’d imagined what Henry would be like to tickle, thrashing violently like Alex himself usually was when subjected to the evil hands of June and Nora, or curling up helplessly like June when Alex decided to turn the tables. He was positively delighted to find it was the latter, giggles taking up more and more space as he slowly slid down the couch and providing Alex with a delicious sliver of skin.
“Is your belly ticklish too?”
Henry managed to call out a panicked, “No!” before Alex had switched spots, fingers curling over the area and making Henry howl with laughter, much different than June’s quiet pleading, but nowhere near Alex’s yelling.
“Stop it.” He’d gripped onto Alex’s wrist for merely a second, falling into new laughter when Alex freed himself and spidered the hand up toward his ribs instead. It was rather awkward the way they were positioned, with Henry falling off the couch the more seconds passed and Alex hunching over him.
“I should pin you before you fall off,” he said, and Henry positively whined.
Alex laughed and realized promptly there was no way to do that unless he moved Henry up, and so he paused his tickling to grip onto his hips and shove him upward, causing Henry to let out a spluttered sound which was half a panicked laugh and half something entirely else.
Alex grinned at him. “You liked that?”
“Let go of me, you brute.”
Alex placed a hand on his chest. “You wound me, baby. I’m just trying to prove a point here.”
“Okay, okay, your stupid list was right, now let me go.”
“Do you really want me to do that?”
“Y-yes!”
“You don’t sound very certain.” Alex spun Henry around so that he was lying on the couch, making it much too easy for Alex to plop down on top of his hips, straddling him. “I want to try one more spot, okay?” he said, spidering his fingers up Henry’s chest and pausing just beneath his throat. “Actually, you know what?” Henry made a confused sound when Alex leaned down, making an even more confused sound once Alex blew a raspberry into his neck.
“How does that tickle!” he cried, fingers digging into Alex’s shoulders as he tried to push him away. “What are you doing!”
Alex laughed into his skin before blowing another one, relishing in Henry’s indignant sounds. Somehow he made his laughter sound like question marks, which was truly something only he could do. He curled his fingers over Henry’s sides as he blew a third one, just for good measure, and leaned back so that he could see his ridiculously pretty boyfriend turn red from laughter, eyes squinting, smile so perfect.
“Mm, I think I need to add your reaction to raspberries onto the list.”
“I will kill you.”
“However will you do that when tickles can destroy you?” Alex stilled his hands, although he did give his belly one last poke.
“I have ways,” Henry said, pushing his hand away with a poor attempt at glaring at him.
“What will your motive be? He tickled me for a couple of minutes? Because surely you can’t lie.”
“Oh, I will lie.”
Alex leaned down to press his lips to Henry’s forehead. “At least I got you to admit that you’re ticklish.”
“Shut up,” he said, poking at Alex’s shoulder blade and ah, oh no, Alex had forgotten about that spot that Nora had tortured for a whole weekend once. He tried to make his flinching seem intentional, but Henry’s smirk was terrifying once he sat up.
“Alexander,” he tutted. “You seem to have forgotten to mention you have more tickle spots than your collarbones and neck.”
“Careful, your royal highness. I literally still have you pinned.”
“Mm, I don’t think that will stop me.”
And it didn’t, much to Alex’s dismay.
#tickling#ticklish!henry#firstprince fic#rwrb fic#tickle fic#red white and royal blue fic#rwrb#red white and royal blue#n writes#alex's list#firstprince
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Too Good to Be
A/N: First full-length RWRB fic! There’s some spice, but not too much spice to rate it anything but T for Teen. Also, this is going to be a three parter because I just couldn’t stop and it was nearing 10k. So here’s part 1! Super nervous, super excited, super gonna shut up now. Enjoy!
It's finally summer, Alex’s favorite time of the year. Summer means the cabin, no graduate courses, and, most importantly, Henry. His Royal Highness was able to get a full two weeks straight of no engagements. Alex very politely told his scheduler to fuck off when approached with anything that resembled an engagement during those two weeks. Alex isn’t going to allow anything (or anyone) to come between himself and Henry.
Well, except for Cash, Nora, June, and his father apparently.
Alex isn’t too upset about his family being around, they all adore Henry and vice versa. The Secret Service is always around, and, honestly, Alex is used to it by now. Plus, Cash doesn't suck.
They're all at the cabin by the lake, and everyone is in bathing suits while lounging on the deck after a long afternoon of boating and jet skiing. Henry is watching videos with June and Nora off Nora's phone and laughing, eyes crinkling adorably. Alex can't help but smile. Last year, Alex wasn't sure he would ever even see Henry again, let alone be at the cabin with him. So much has changed since then. Alex is Henry's official suitor. England has embraced the two of them wholeheartedly, including Henry's older brother. The Queen…well, she still sucks. But everything is practically perfect.
"Alex!" June calls, waving her hand for her brother to come to her.
He stands and walks over to the others, still smiling softly. Henry lets out an adorable laugh at the video, and Alex sees it’s a cat compilation video.
“I left my very comfortable chair to watch cats?” Alex asks, amusement in his voice despite his words.
“I-I’m sohorry, it’s just so f-funny.” Henry gets out through his giggles. Nora and June are cackling beside him.
Alex watches as cat after cat jumps in fright after seeing their owners with creepy realistic cat masks on.
“Y’all are too easily entertained.”
June snorts. “You spent all day yesterday giggling at British memes.”
“Oi!” Henry feigns offense.
“In my defense,” Alex says. “I loved every single one of them.”
Henry rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice. “I suppose I’ll be receiving a few in the future.”
“You’ll have one every day for a month, baby.” Alex winks.
Henry blushes beautifully.
“Alexander.” Henry admonishes, rolling his eyes.
Alex simply grins widely.
June reaches over and tweaks Alex’s ribs, causing Alex to squawk and jump.
“Bug!” Alex swats at her hands.
“Leave Henry alone, brat.” June chastises, a mischievous grin on her face. Henry smiles smugly, clearly pleased that June was on his side.
Alex scowls at all of them, including Nora because she’s not helping.
“Don’t scowl, baby brother. You’re too pretty.”
That mollifies Alex somewhat. “I am pretty.”
Henry rolls his eyes.
They spend the entire afternoon outside, drinking beer and wine, watching ridiculous videos, and talking of summer plans. Alex is happier than he’s been in a very long time. Supper has been eaten, s’mores have been consumed, and a movie is currently playing in Alex and Henry’s room. Alex isn’t paying any attention to it because Henry is currently kissing his way down his throat.
“You’re seriously good at this, has anyone told you that?” Alex asks, stretching his head to the left to allow Henry more access.
“You have.”
“Well, I’m always right, so.” Alex lets out a groan as Henry adds a bit of teeth.
Alex thinks he’ll never tire of this. Not just the awesome sex (and it was awesome), but just having Henry with him…and not having to hide it. Alex absolutely adores holding Henry’s hand while they go shopping. Alex loves that Henry will kiss his cheek during photo ops. Alex enjoys being able to embrace Henry openly. Alex still sneaks very handsy things at very inopportune times for Henry, relishing in the blush it brings to the prince’s cheeks.
Henry slides his hands very slowly up Alex’s sides, causing him to squirm. He feels Henry smile against his throat.
“Don’t think I didn’t see your reaction earlier.”
Alex tenses.
“I d-don’t know what you’re t-talking about…” Alex trails off.
“I think we both know that’s not true,” says Henry. This time, his fingers wiggle on their way down Alex’s ribs.
“Ah!”
Henry chuckles against Alex’s throat as he continues to spider his fingers along Alex’s ribs.
“You f-fuhucker!” Alex squirms and laughs, reaching for Henry’s hands. Henry avoids them for a few seconds more before Alex finally catches them. Alex is panting slightly, but he narrows his eyes, wraps his legs around Henry’s waist, and flips the two of them onto the floor. Henry lands on his back with an ‘oof’. Big blue eyes look in shock at Alex.
“Mistake.” Alex growls.
“N-Now, sweetheart…let’s not do anything hasty.”
“Nicknames will get you nowhere, baby.” Alex replies.
Henry blushes and opens his mouth to barter, but Alex is having none of it. Alex turns around so his back is to Henry and goes straight for Henry’s thighs, easily his most ticklish spot.
“Alehex!” Henry immediately starts laughing. Alex found out about Henry’s ticklishness pretty early on during the ‘friends-with-benefits’ stage of their relationship. Alex and Henry had been lying in bed after a thorough makeout session, still clad only in boxers, and Henry giggled when Alex had lightly traced nonsensical patterns across Henry’s stomach. Alex proceeded to find every ticklish spot on Henry’s body, which…hadn’t been difficult. Henry turned out to be ticklish everywhere, but especially on his thighs and hips.
“How you’re able to fool around with thighs this ticklish, is kind of amazing.” Alex comments as he rakes his fingers up and down Henry’s quivering thighs.
“Plehehease!” Henry begs, alternating between pounding on Alex’s back and probably grabbing at his hair if Alex knows him well enough.
“I do not intend to stop anytime soon,” says Alex. “First, you must be punished for trying to tickle me. And second, you love it when I tickle you.”
“I’m sohohorry!”
“I’m sure you are.” Alex turns to face Henry now, wiggling lower onto Henry’s legs.
Henry doesn’t say anything else but instead lets out loud booming laughter as Alex moves to clamp down on both thighs right underneath where they meet Henry’s hips, squeezing mercilessly. Henry is devastatingly ticklish here, and Alex absolutely exploits this. The crease where thighs meet hips is just as ticklish. Alex plans on spending time there as well.
“Oh baby, you are too adorable.”
“Shut uhuhup!” Henry tries to command, batting at Alex’s hands.
“Usually your royal commands are a big turn on,” Alex tells him casually, as if he isn’t straight up torturing his boyfriend. “But this one just doesn’t have the usual oomph.”
Henry babbles something about ‘dick head’ and ‘fucking fuck.’ Alex can’t help but laugh as he listens to Henry’s own beautiful laughter.
“You are the most ticklish person on the planet, I swear. It’s kinda good that England isn’t actively trying to conquer the world anymore. You’d be kidnapped for ransom and tortured into oblivion the moment the enemy found out how ticklish you are.”
“A-Alex!” Henry pleads. Alex knows Henry gets more sensitive the more Alex teases him with words.
“I know that’s how royals were punished back in the medieval period,” Alex continues. “They’d tie up princes and princess, and fucking tickle the shit out of them. Sometimes, guards were told to put honey on the feet of royals and have goats lick them off.”
“Shut the fuhuhuck uhup!” Henry whines through his laughter. Henry has caught Alex’s hands, but all the prince does is hold onto his boyfriend's wrists. Alex is now lightly stroking at Henry’s hips, scrabbling his fingers along the hip bones every other downward stroke.
“Maybe we could get the queen to start that shit up again! She’s still super pissed you’re gay; I’m sure she’d loooooove to have someone punish you.”
Henry turns redder if that’s even possible. Alex knows that Henry’s thinking about it, though. Henry’s thinking about being tied up and helpless while being tickled.
“Do you like that thought, baby?” Alex asks.
Henry shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Alex reaches behind himself and strokes at Henry’s thighs again. He loves the feeling of the twitching muscles, firm from years of Polo. Henry kicks out his legs as Alex switches back to scrabbling his fingers all over Henry’s pelvis and hips.
“They’d call me Katniss because I would volunteer as tribute to be your tickle torturer.”
“Y-You alreheheady ARE!” Henry shouts as Alex digs his thumbs into each of Henry’s hip divots.
“Yeah, but it’d be an official title!” Alex crows. “First Son of the United States slash His Royal Horniness’ Official Tickle Monster!”
“You’re incorrhorrigible!”
“I’d never go easy on you either. It’s hips and thighs immediately, right out the gate,” explains Alex. “I’d move on to your ribs next, then your back. That spot near your kidneys? Yeah, you forget that spot a lot, but I don’t.”
“Alex, please!”
Alex ignores the please and runs his fingers up Henry’s ribs. Henry lets out a high-pitched squeal, causing Alex to laugh loudly himself .
“Now that was an adorable sound. Can you do it again?”
“Why dohoho you n-never stohop tahahalking?!” Henry is starting to really lose it. Alex has been tickling him nonstop for close to ten minutes now. Henry’s face, chest, and legs are red, from blushing and the devastating effects of Alex’s fingers.
“Everyone loves to hear me talk.”
“I swehehear, I will get you bahahack!” Henry promises, giggling. Alex has slowed his fingers to nonsensical patterns on Henry’s stomach, allowing the prince to breathe.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Alex winks at him.
Henry shoves at Alex’s shoulder. Alex falls dramatically, but not before scrabbling his fingers across Henry’s thighs once more.
“Stahap!” Henry rolls in on himself.
Alex laughs as he stands up, offering a hand to Henry.
“Piss off.” Henry tells him, swatting his hand away and standing on his own.
“Don’t be mad, baby.”
Henry blushes again.
“Every time.” Alex grins.
“Fuck you.” Henry retorts, a silly grin still on his face.
“Any time, Your Royal Highness.”
#tickle fic#tickling fic#alex claremont diaz#henry mountchristen windsor#ticklish!alex#ticklish!henry#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#rwrb#kourtni writes things
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☾༺Just a Bit Longer༻☽
~So I’ve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these two’s dynamic; they’re just so silly. Not my best work, but writer’s block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if it’s your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Alex
Ler: Henry
Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his lover’s dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.
Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.
The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than he’d expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didn’t make his brain want to explode.
His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didn’t think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, he’d be fine. What he didn’t think about, however, was how Henry would take it.
Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadn’t meant to put it off, but with the three exams he’d had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.
Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.
Knocking the “shave and a haircut” pattern on his lover’s door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.
There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldn’t handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped him.
Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.
“Uh…hey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.” Alex’s gaze was back on his computer in seconds.
Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldn’t Alex just use common sense?
“Alex, darling. It’s two in the morning. You need to sleep.”
Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. “Says you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.” While that wasn’t untrue, Henry’s problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.
“Look, I’m going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.”
Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henry’s expectations was Alex’s special talent.
“This is due at eight AM…uh, today. I’ve only got six hours to finish this thing, but I’m almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.” This would have been more comforting if Alex hadn’t already said that three times.
“Alex, please. If you sleep now, I’ll wake you up at six, and we’ll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.” He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didn’t have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.
“It’s fine, Henry. I’m all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment I’m done, I’ll eat your face. Okay, baby?” Alex flipped the other man’s strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.
For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.
Alex had invited him to the White House for June’s birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some rather…unconventional methods.
Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.
Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alex’s scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.
That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.
A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.
“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you~?” Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them above his head.
Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.
“Henry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-” He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.
“Sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I already have~” With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alex’s stomach, straddling him.
The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasn’t quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.
“What’s the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?” Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.
Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.
“Gehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!” Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.
Even on a good day, it’d be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.
“Why on Earth would I do that? I’m quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,” Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didn’t really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.
“Fuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!” Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriend’s neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.
“Wow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,” he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.
The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasn’t very successful.
“SHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!” Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.
That seemed to work quite well.
“GAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!” The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.
Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was “fuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-”
Hearts practically formed in Henry’s eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.
“This all ends the moment you agree to rest. Or…would you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. You’d surely be exhausted then, wouldn’t you?”
Alex couldn’t even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.
“HEHENRY! PLEHE- snrk” It took a solid minute, but Alex’s resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasn’t helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.
While it wasn’t an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.
“H-hoholy shihihit… Thahat was evil.” He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadn’t laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.
“Possibly. You deserved it, though.” Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.
Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. He’d all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.
Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.
They’d finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but that’s what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.
“Good night, love.”
#rwrb tickle#lee!alex#ler!henry#ticklish!alex#sfw tickling community#tickle#tickle fic#red white and royal blue tickle#rw&rh tickle#rwrb alex#rwrb henry#alex claremont-diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#rwrb
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POTENTIAL RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE SPOILERS: ⚠️🛑⚠️🛑⚠️🛑⚠️🛑
Okay, but you really can NOT tell me the “it’s all in the hips” scene in RWRB at the New Years Gala didn’t tickle Henry. Like Alex clearly grabs his hips and tries to get Henry to loosen up and dance and Henry is obviously flustered. Even if it didn’t depict ticklish!Henry in the movie or novel. It’s definitely a GREAT fic idea and in my head, CANON. I’m not even sorry.
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#tickle fic#sfw tickles#tickle fic blog#tickle content#sfw tickling community#tickle thoughts#tickle fluff#headcanon#rwrb movie#rwrb spoilers#fandom#future fic#fluffy fanfic#fluff#ticklish!henry#ticklish hips
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2-Part Fics✨
This is NOT me opening requests, but I'm really curious to try my hand at maybe 1 or a few of those fics like in Fabi's Public's Choice Event where the readers can vote for how the fic continues 👀
But even though I'll be pairing-picking myself based on my own desired self-indulgence, the fics will need a reader or two to finish, and there are SO many things to choose from, so... poll time!
**Obviously they will be tickle fics so vote with that in mind :3
**Feel free to comment / send asks to specify, but please know I might just use them for study, without answering them! :) I'll let the results of the poll guide me into choosing what I want to write.
#2partfics#tickle community#I'll be honest that I have no idea whats currently hot in the tk community#I'm just doing my thing
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happy wip wednesday!!
hello everyone, i hope you’re all doing well!! thank you @anincompletelist for the tag <3. i finally get to post at a decent time because of the break!
last week i decided that this fandom needed some wlw rwrb content so i wrote a very short June x Bea ficlet :P. lmk if you guys would want an actual fic made out of this friends to lovers concept ?
“Bea!” June squeals as she squirms against Bea’s fingers on her waist. “I’m trying to write this freaking- Ah! paper!”
“Then write!” Bea teases as she continues tickling June’s side.
In all actuality, June wasn’t bothered by Bea’s impishness. If anything she secretly loved it. She loved how physically comfortable Bea was with her. The time they spent together was always buoyant, perhaps even flirtatious, June hoped. But she was always stuck on that thin line between friends and maybe more. Though, what she wasn’t muddled about is her unequivocal feelings for Beatrice.
Those prominent butterflies that erupted in the pit of her stomach every time Bea touches her arm, or when Bea throws around pet names like love and darling. Especially in moments like these, where June pretends to be engrossed in her studies while Bea tries to divert her attention to her. When, in fact, June’s attention was already fixated on the blonde girl sitting next to her.
“Do you want me to fail?” June feigned the exasperation in her voice, but she couldn’t help the smile that crept up on her lips.
“Maybe,” Bea bites her lip, looking back at June with the big blue orbs that allure every bit of desire out of her without fail. June couldn’t help but look at the way her teeth were tacked down on the pink flesh of her bottom lip. She longed to kiss her. She needed it now.
June, without even thinking, says, “Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?”
Bea’s face lights up and her smile gets wider, showing all her teeth, and oh god- If June wasn’t already sitting on the floor, her knees would have given out on her that very instant.
Bea’s shoulder was brushing against June’s now, her head tilted forward slightly. “Is it weird that I want you to?” June’s breath hitched in her throat, and it was as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Their faces were so close, that she could smell the strawberry lip balm Bea always wore, and she was just fervent to taste it.
June closes the minimal space that dangled heavily between them with an eager, pining kiss. Bea wasted no time reciprocating her energy. Their lips moved flush against each other, the cadence of their kiss quick and feverish. Bea pulls away from the kiss to remove the laptop from June’s grasp, replacing it by swinging one of her legs over June’s lap and straddling her. June looks up at her with her eyes potent with aspiration, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink under her brown skin. Bea reaches over with a shaky hand to push a strand of June’s hair away from her face.
“Fucking eyelashes,” Bea murmurs before tucking June’s hair further back to attach her lips to her neck.
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#wip wednesday#wip#wlw#wlw fiction#june claremont diaz#princess beatrice#first princess#red white and royal blue#rwrb#fucking eyelashes#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb fanfic#red white and royal blue fanfic#friends to lovers#rwrbsource#june x bea#rwrb au#rwrb fic#ao3fic#ao3 fanfic#alex claremont diaz#prince henry rwrb#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex x henry#rwrb alex#rwrb henry#firstprince
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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.”
#firstprince#firstprince fic#firstprince fluff#alex claremont diaz#henry prince of wales#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#rwrb ticklefic#rwrb tickle fic#tickle fic#ticklefic#raspberry writes
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Smile, Idiot
A/N: Okay so it has been a l o n g time since I’ve written anything, but the new Red, White, and Royal Blue movie has sparked something in me because I love it. Speaking of, this contains very slight spoilers for the movie. Nothing insane by any means, in fact, I think it all might be in the trailer. It’s definitely a little rougher than I would like it, but I’m still getting into the swing of things so cut me a little slack. (Side note, I might have switched the dialogue at the beginning, but shush. My amazon isn’t working).
“I think they want us to shake hands now,” Henry muttered, turning stiffly towards his American counterpart.
“Well then… smile, idiot,” Alex muttered right back at him, grabbing his hand and forcing a fake smile onto his face. Henry scowled before mirroring the insincere smile and posing for the camera.
Through all of the rest of the stupid interviews and all the other stupid activities they had to do, they kept their distance as much as possible. It wasn’t until they landed themselves in a tiny little storage closet, literally on top of each other, that any of their hatred ceased.
“...what was that?” Henry asked, his face adorned with a smirk.
“Nothing! Shut up!” Alex rushed out, his face bright red. “You heard nothing, and you’re wrong, and also shut up.” The little squeak Alex had let out when Henry’s fingers brushed against his ribs would have been explored more, but the door was opened and the two had to scramble out of the closet. Henry still tucked the encounter away in the back of his mind anyways… just in case.
Just in case came about much quicker than he thought it would. Just about a week later the two found themselves in one of their usual positions of Henry on top of Alex, the pair making out. Conveniently, Henry remembered their little excursion, and his hands managed to find their way down to Alex’s ribs. Alex broke away from the kiss with a little flinch.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You remember the day when we got pushed inside the supply closet?” Henry asked nonchalantly, still not moving his hands. Alex’s eyes widened, and he started to squirm, but Henry just pushed him back into place. The events of the supply closet flashed through Alex’s mind. He was so conflicted, on one hand, it was when he realized that Henry wasn’t just a royal pain in his ass (pun intended), but it was also when Henry found out…
“Yes- yes of course I remember,” he muttered out sheepishly, still kind of trying to squirm away.
“Good, then you know what’s coming. Now what was it you said? Oh yes… Smile, idiot.” Before Alex even got the chance to respond, Henry was already digging into his ribs. As much as Alex would like to say he remained stone faced, only stopping to chuckle at Henry’s foolish, child-like behavior, he couldn’t. The pure, joyous stream of giggles that came tumbling out of his mouth was the furthest thing from that.
“God you are so cute,” Henry adorned, “It is absolutely unfair that you have such cute giggles. You’re gonna kill me with how utterly adorable you are.” Alex didn’t think it was possible, and yet, he felt more heat flood into his cheeks as his boyfriend praised him.
“Shuhut up, yohohou prihihick!” He squealed out, grabbing onto Henry’s wrists, having given up on trying to squirm away. Henry pulled away in a dramatic presentation of offense.
“Me a prick!? Me!?” Alex took the break happily, quickly catching his breath before retorting.
“Yes, you! You may think you’re absolutely perfect, your majes-” Alex suddenly cut himself off as he remembered the position he was currently stuck in. Henry cocked an eyebrow down at his lover, and slowly loomed over the boy.
“What was that? Did you just call me your majesty, after I’ve told you how many times that is specifically reserved for the king? This is obviously deserving of a punishment.” Alex pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the onslaught of tickles he was about to be hit with.
Henry took his time toying with Alex, relishing in every flinch and twitch that came from even the slightest touch. Every time Henry’s fingers touched him, Alex could feel the electricity shooting through him. The anticipation was the worst part of it. He had absolutely no idea where Henry’s devious fingers were venturing to, and could hardly take it. Finally, much to Alex’s chagrin, Henry’s fingers finally settled in to the dips of his hips. They weren’t there for even a second before Alex began desperately begging.
“Nononono, Henry please I can’t take that. I’ll be too loud, people are gonna hear-” Alex got cut off by Henry leaning down and kissing along his neck, slowly making his way up to give him a quick peck on his lips before whispering into his ear.
“Guess you better keep quiet then.” Leaving Alex with absolutely no time to react, he started rubbing his thumbs in quick circles, which left Alex a howling mess. There was absolutely no hope of him even maintaining a semblance of quiet. How could he when his absolute worst spot was being tickled by a mad man? Alex squirmed, and screamed, and begged. Anything and everything he could think of to at least get Henry to move spots, and Henry absolutely reveled in it. He loved nothing more than making the hottest man on earth squeal and screech with laughter.
As much as he did enjoy it, he was honestly worried someone was going to catch them, so he instead opted to lift up Alex’s shirt and begin gently nibbling along his abs. Alex was beyond relieved his hips were being left alone, but it by no means made this new form of torture any better. Henry couldn’t help but smirk at the little buck Alex did every time he hit this one spot just above his left hip.
“H-Hehen, plehehease,” Alex giggled out, pulling Henry down by his collar. Henry relented, finally, happy falling into a kiss with the younger boy.
The two continued kissing for a couple minutes before Alex pulled away and looked at him with a smirk.
“Hey, Henry?”
“Mhmm?”
“Run.”
Henry didn’t have to be told twice. He broke out in a grin, beaming ear to ear, before leaping off the couch and running to find protection from the tickle monster out for revenge. He did not get very far, of course, and again their hotel room was filled with gleeful giggling, and desperate pleas.
#RWRB#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#lee!Alex#Ler!Henry#Tickle#tickle fic#rwrb tickle#Hopefully this is alright#It has been so long since I've written anything#I just love them too much to not#Plus Alex is such a little shit and deserves to be wrecked 20 times over
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A little digging I did
I wanted to determine the most popular fandom to do a tickle fic on, so I went to the "top" tab on the "tickle fic" tag, and counted the top 100 fics, and this is what I came out with
Genshin Impact absolutely dominated with 22, followed by Spider Man with 14, Marvel with 7, RWRB and Criminal Minds with 5, Stranger Things with 4, Nimona, My Hero Academia, Good Omens, Overwatch, Bungo Stray Dogs, and Honkai Star Rail with 3, Demon Slayer, Welcome Home, South Park, Super Mario, and Heartstopper with 2, and a few others with one.
Sample size was 100.
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Pepper
(My first fic rwrb, I hope you like it)
Alex and Henry were making lunch, giggling passing kisses here and there. Alex playfully smacking Henry's butt saying it was accidental, but they both knew that was not true as he did that almost every 5 seconds.
"Alex, come here and taste this?" Henry called over to his boyfriend, who was busy mixing up the salad.
" Yea babe, one second," Alex said, putting the knife down and walking towards Henry.
Henry dipped his spatula into the curry he was making and scooped a good amount. He gently blew on it so alex wouldn't burn himself .
Alex's heart softened at his antics as he smiled softly .
" Here," Henry brought the spatula in front of Alex, and tasted the curry.
" Good?" Henry asked as he looked at Alex's face for a reaction.
" It's amazing babe it could need a tiny bit of pepper tho" Alex suggested to which Henry tasted it himself and nodded.
" Could you get the jar over there?" Henry,asked pointing towards the top shelf.
Alex snorted." Too tall for you love " he teased before earning a playful smack on his chest.
" Shut up," Henry mumbled, smiling to himself.
Alex, still giggling, grabbed the jar and walked towards his boyfriend.
Just as he was about to keep the jar on the counter, it slipped from his hands and fell straight to the ground.
The glass was strong enough not to break, but the kitchen was covered with black powder.
Alex and Henry quickly covered their mouths to stop the pepper from entering their mouths, but it was too late.
Henry started coughing loudly as the pepper affected his throat.
Alex couldn't help but rush towards Henry's side to guide him outside to the living room coughing as well . He held the back of Henry's back, rubbing it up and down.
"You okay,baby?Alex asked with concern in his voice.
Henry cleared his throat and nodded." Im fine , are you alright?" he asked, holding Alex's arm.
Alex felt his nose tickling from the pepper. He rubbed his wrist against it and immediately regretted his actions as he realized that it was dusted with bits of the pepper.
" Oh shit..hih..."Alex's breath hitched audibly which made Henry look at him with confusion.
"What's wrong hon-"Henry was cut off by Alex bending by his waist sneezing into his loose fist.
" Hiksh...Iiksh...IISH..HIISHU..HEKTCH" He sniffed loudly as he recovered from his fit.
" Bless you, sweetheart," Henry said as he bought some tissues for his boyfriend.
" mmmn thank you " Alex accepted the tissues and blew his nose.
Henry coughed a little, his throat felt a bit scratchy.
" Here " Alex offered him water after he was done tending his nose.
" Thank you, love." Henry smiled at him gratefully and took a big gulp and sighed with relief.
" God Alex the Curry " Henry said as he looked over to his pot.
" It's fine, babe. I turned the gas off," Alex confirmed, still sniffling.
" Oh, Alex, I don't know what I would've done without you," Henry said, hugging his boyfriend.
" i guess we'll never find out." Alex smiled, hugging him back, and he placed a kiss on his forehead.
"..heh ...Heheshu"
" Did you just sneeze? " Alex asked as they were still hugging .
"Snff Sorry?" Henry said sheepishly making Alex laugh .
" Bless you, baby."
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Hiii! Consider this an introduction post!
You can navigate anything here, find out boundaries or pronouns, or even just see if we have anything in common!
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Last updated: April, 21st, 2024.
Made: September 14th, 2023
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Who am i?
You can call me Mills!
I use they/them
I am a part of the tickle community, if you're uncomfy with that, leave :)
Not all of my content will be tickle related.
I plan on posting headcannons, fics, or general little facts or things like that.
I do not do art, unfortunately.
I don't charge for anything, just request :)!
If you support dream, leave, and leave now.
Wilbur soot fans please leave.
Boundaries:
No NSFW, I am a minor and if you are creepy or post NSFW, I will block you.
I am not comfortable with role-playing
You can request prompts or anything like that if you want, but if I am uncomfortable with it, can't do it, or just generally do not want to do your request I won't.
I do not do foot tickles
I will not do y/n or self insert stories
If you request, please don't rush me. I get easily overwhelmed
Fics may take awhile, I do not intend on overworking myself
Anything I forgot will be added later.
Fandoms:
About this, I will make my boundaries on certain fandoms clear.
-Genshin impact - I will write for it, just don't ask for anything weird. I can do ships, but if I'm uncomfy with a ship, I won't write it. Please don't do child x adult things. I'll do stuff for Aether and Lumine as CHARACTERS, not as an x reader type thing.
- mha - lll write for it. I will not do ships unless it is ADULTS ONLY. That means no bakudeku or anything like that.
- demon slayer - I'll write for it. I'm not very good with the demons, though so please dont request them. I might do ships depending on what it is. I will not do anything involving Nezuko after she turned into a demon.
- dsmp - there are approximately 5 people I will write for at this point. Ranboo, Tubbo, Philza, Slimesicle and maybe Tommy. Anyone else don't even try.
- the owl house - I'll write for it as well as do ships, just don't be weird. I will not write anything involving odalia, belos/Phillip, or any of the head Witches (excluding Darius and raine).
- red white and Royale blue - headcannons only, sorry. I'll do ships, obviously just don't be weird.
- Criminal minds - I'll do stuff for it, and some ships. If you want to know about a certain ship, ask and I'll let you know if I'll do it.
- Hunter x Hunter - I would loooove to write for it! Killua and Gon are my absolute favorite! I'll do ships, but only fluff, nothing else. Again, no children x adults.
- Hazbin Hotel - AHHH please I need it. I live for it. Just no Valentino or velvette. No no. But alastor please give.
Posts and/or fics + indicators
Genshin Impact - I use ♡~~~♡~~~♡ as the seperator.
Dsmp - I use ♧~~~♧~~~♧ as the separator.
Masterpost!
- How they'd react
RWRB - I use ◇~~~◇~~~◇ as the separator.
- Luna & Alex HCs
HxH - I use ○~~~○~~~○ as the separator.
- Jealous much? - lee!killua ler!gon
Anything else
My mind is blanking, so if there's anything else you want to know about, please ask!
I'll do non-tickle content, all you have to do is ask for either no tickles or tickles.
Bye! I hope you enjoy my account!
#genshin impact#mha#the owl house#tickle content#dsmp#demon slayer#red white and royal blue#intro post#hazbin hotel
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