Friendly, or maybe not so friendly, you decide, reminder that Alex and Henry hadn’t heard each others’ voice for at minimum a week so Henry didn’t even let himself hope that it was Alex on the other end.
This man’s heart probably just exploded from relief and love when he heard that pet name.
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Happy Wednesday! Should I be writing my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic? Yes. Have I been this past week? Nope. Thanks for tagging me though, @alasse9, @magicandarchery, @heysweetheart-writes, @thesleepyskipper,
@duchessdepolignaca03, @orchidscript, @firenati0n, @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes,
and @faketrex!
I'm tagging @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @thinkof-england, @priincebutt, and @zwiazdziarka today, but of course my tag is open to any and all!
So since I haven't been writing my Big Bang, you may be wondering what I've been up to. It's not the Big Giant AU, either -- nope, it's a brand new AU that I don't want to share too many plot details about, but suffice it to say it'll be full of all my old standards: angst, smut, schmoop, etc. Today, I bring you a snippet of a little conversation that Alex and Henry are having on what may or may not be a date, depending on whose perspective you're considering.
“You’re a duke?” Alex asks. “I honestly had no idea.” Frankly, Henry would’ve preferred to keep it that way.
“You mean you don’t stalk my Wikipedia entry regularly?” Henry jokes. “Probably for the best. You only get the official facts there and none of the interesting ones. This is an official fact, though; Grandpa bestowed the title unto me when I turned twenty-five in March.”
“Now I want an interesting fact,” Alex declares.
“I fenced competitively until I was nineteen,” Henry replies instantly. “I was bloody good at it, too. Probably would’ve had an Olympic run like my cousin Anne had with her equestrian competitions. But then there was a minor incident where a foil tip was improperly attached, and I wound up very slightly stabbed—”
Flatly, Alex interjects, “You what.”
“Very slightly,” Henry emphasizes. “Didn’t even leave a scar, but my dad nearly had a heart attack when he found out, and that was the end of my fencing career.”
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life is like a chessboard and you're beating me at my own game [First Prince One Shots] (Alexander Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox)
Title: life is like a chessboard and you're beating me at my own game (First Prince One Shots)
Author: Crazy_Comet_97
Tagline: A collection of First Prince (and occasional Talck) one-shots/mini-drabbles/songfics/everything else for your entertainment and viewing pleasure.
Word Count: 753 (so far)
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55461271
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