#Firstprince

[royal-chandler]

a gift fic for @dragonflylady77, who requested idiots in love/getting together 🤍

the grammar is sketchy but i do hope you enjoy it! ✨

oh! canon divergent. they’re besties but no nye kiss.

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Later, Alex will determine that he wouldn’t have been so careless if not for the buzzy cocktail of spicy mezcal margaritas and Austin sunshine—if Henry hadn’t been his usual thoughtful self with his distracting and forever-endearing smile.

“Do you want me to take one on yours, too?” Henry offers after handing Nora back her phone.

And without a second thought, Alex gives away his unlocked phone. He then sets up bunny ears behind Nora, goofs off and grins through the series of pictures that Henry takes.

“What’s the verdict? Sex appeal at a ten?” Alex asks when Henry gives a thumbs up. 

“Broke the meter, no doubt,” Henry says, spectacularly dry. He shades his eyes with one hand and swipes at the screen with the other. His expression shifts from mocking to one of serious consideration. “Um yeah, they turned out great. You both look good. They’re good.”

“Alright, let’s switch it up.” Alex claps his hands together, suggests, “Group photo?”

After the squad of them do several poses in front of a timed camera and a lengthy dip into the lake, Alex crashes out on the dock with Henry—an agreed-up and wordless decision to leave Pez and Nora to their flirtations and shared river tube.

“You having trouble piecing together the mystery, Henry?” Alex asks into the stretch of silence between them, basking with red-orange smudges on the back of his eyelids.

“What?” Sitting in the deckchair to Alex’s left, Henry sounds weirdly scandalized. “What are you talking about?”

“Chill, Your Majesty. I haven’t heard you turn a page of that book in a minute,” Alex comments, shimming on the towel underneath him. “That’s all.”

There’s a grind in Henry’s throat before, in a candid tone that brings Alex back to fine whiskey and a crush of buttercream, he corrects, “It’s a historical fiction romance actually.”

“Yada yada yada, actually,” Alex haughtily repeats. Down bad and greedy for any time Henry’s skin meets his, Alex can’t suppress his smile when the expected shove to his shoulder comes. 

Another stillness follows. It’s very short-lived. 

“Alex.”

“That’s me.”

“I need to speak with you.”

Alex opens his eyes to find a hazily-haloed Henry studying him, the space between his brows scrunched in a way Alex is getting more familiar with, more fond of. The entirety of his attention is caught. “I’m listening.”

“Well not here,” Henry stresses like this should be obvious, standing in his turtle swimtrunks and sheer with SPF-volcano sunscreen. “Is there someplace private we could go?”

“Uhh.” Here Alex apparently takes too long to answer, is fucking audacious for being heartbeat-hesitant in getting up from his loose recline because Henry deliciously bites:

“My deepest apologies, Alex, are you too busy doing nothing else?”

Alex bursts into laughter. He loves it when Henry gets bitchy and tells him just that. He’s not as forthcoming with the fact that it’s just one love amongst a mountain of many.

“That’s a happy coincidence then. Since with you, it comes as naturally as breathing,” Henry replies. He points to Alex’s phone that’s resting on his chair. “Bring that with you.”

“I thought we were past the point of needing emergency services on standby for a conversation but okay,” Alex agrees, snatching up his phone. He waves to Nora and Pez out on the water, signaling that he and Henry will be back in a minute. He assumes anyway.

Alex leads them a little past the treeline, where the only possible disturbance is birdsong. He leans back against a sunwarmed trunk and considers Henry. “So what’s up?”

It’s a brand new image, Henry working up the nerve to speak to him—his mouth tight as he clearly writes and rewrites what he wants to say before deciding on the final edit. 

“Earlier when I took those photos of you and Nora? I accidentally swiped too far back when I was looking over them. By one slide,” Henry shares, his hazel eyes intent on Alex and not letting anything past them.  

For a moment, Alex’s mind is blissfully blank. 

The realization then floods in sudden and sobering.

“Shit.”

Upended with his insides littered on the ground, Alex desperately wishes for a miracle he knows isn’t coming. He opens his phone, willing his past self to have taken a selfie or screenshot a meme, to have saved a stupid gif. However, all glimmering hope tarnishes. There in the camera roll, plain as day, the last thumbnail from the previous night is a solo image of Henry.

Which isn’t particularly unusual—a shit ton of pictures were taken during their downtown barhopping—except that in this specific frame Henry is curled up on Alex’s bed, asleep and trusting and unknowing of his friend's camera fixed on him.

Henry had nodded off in the middle of a movie the two of them had been watching and Alex didn't have the heart to move him. All he’d meant to do was drape an afghan over him.

“I’m not a creep, I swear,” Alex says.

Henry gives Alex’s wrist a little tug from where it’s tucked under an arm, moves lower until he’s holding Alex’s hand. He smiles softly at their touch and then at Alex. “I don’t think that you are. I’m just curious about why you took it.”

“I liked how right it looked, you there on my bed. How right you looked. You were so damn sweet and perfect and you were fucking snoring—”

“I do not snore.”

“Oh but you do, out of your button nose, and it’s the best thing ever. I love it.” Lacing their fingers together—milk and honey, milk and honey— and his heart set in motion, Alex continues, “Henry, I love you. I love you in every possible way there is to love you. I took that picture of you because at that second, I missed that version of you. I didn’t know if I’d ever get to see it again.”

Alex doesn’t expect the kiss but when gets his first taste of Henry, he takes a deep drag. He sucks on the warm give of Henry’s lips and breathes him in—aloe and coconut, earth and citrus. Henry. Alex licenses his hands to Henry’s back and the nape of his neck, pressing in half-moons while providing Henry his thigh to ride a bit. He swallows the moan that melts from Henry’s mouth.

When Alex and Henry part, they linger brow to brow.

“Do you remember the first night we ever spoke on the phone?” Henry asks, low and nuzzling close.

Alex ducks and hurries a soft, laughing kiss to Henry’s freckled face, not quite his lips but close enough. “Uh yeah. I’m not gonna forget having a live turkey in my room any time soon.”

“So bloody ridiculous. That night I told you that I don’t sleep,” Henry says, fingers buried in Alex’s hair. “Nine times out of ten, I truly cannot. But in that photo, I’m dead to the world. Christ, I’m wrapped up in you. Your shirt, your sheets, your blanket. You tucked me in your bed. It’s no wonder, I was snoring.”

“Ah, he admits it,” Alex grins.

“I felt safe enough to do it,” Henry insists. His pretty eyes crinkle and shine like crescents. “You make me feel so safe, Alex.”

“Baby,” Alex exhales. He tightens his hold on Henry, hugging him as if they might mold together. He whispers in Henry’s ear, “Baby, I always want you to feel that way.”

“I know. It’s why I love you, too,” Henry says, again like Alex is a bellend and it’s obvious. Alex can hear the smile around the declaration.

He could devour Henry with all the affection eating him up but settles for biting on Henry’s ear and delighting in his yelp—getting to kiss and kiss him until he’s forgiven and then some.

Everything changes and yet nothing does.

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[adamusydneys]

@pscentral event 39: pride RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE 2023 — dir. Matthew López insp / template

[daikunart]

[𝑅𝒲𝑅𝐵]

[heustons]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE 2023・dir. Matthew Lopez

[dailyfirstprince]

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew López

[rwrbficrecs]

WIP Wednesday

two years from tomorrow by @firenati0n (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: This fic is absolutely FASCINATING so far! Sci fi, strangers to friends to lovers, magic, and slowburn all will play a part in this fic, all of which are my favorite and I can't wait! Plus Alex and Henry's snarkiness is at its peak and I'm loving it already!

Too Hot (Hot Damn) by @clrmntdzfx (book-verse)

@na-dineee: To be honest, with every RWRB x reality show AU, I do pause and think: would Henry really sign up for that? BUT—I’m a huge fan of this author, and I trust them completely to treat Alex and Henry with all the love (and chaos) they deserve. Also: Too Hot To Handle banning kissing, touching, and sex makes for a deliciously cruel challenge. Twenty glorious chapters of Porn with Feelings? Yeah, baby. I’m in.

Bluebonnets and Polo Mallets by @cha-melodius (book-verse)

@na-dineee: We’re all chamel stans, right? She’s nailed Alex and Henry time and again, and some of the fandom’s all-time greats came straight from her keyboard. And this AU? Never would I have dreamed it up: pro rodeo rider Alex vs pro polo player Henry, with tags promising Friends to Lovers, Flirting and Banter, Falling in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, and a bit of Slow Burn.

Something About Dragons by @onthewaytosomewhere (book/movie-verse)

@suseagull5914: WHERE DO I START?!? Mel has put so much love and effort into this fic! There's multiple pieces of art, a map of the world she's created, and one more surprise throughout the fic that I hate to spoil, it's just that good!!!! Add to that the fact that this a strangers to lovers slowburn fairytale with all the fluff, action, and drama that that implies (mostly fluff, but there are two places where my comments in the doc read, "grabs popcorn and cookie dough"), and you have my favorite fic posted so far this year! Do check the tags before diving in, then sit back and be prepared for the absolutely phenomenal adventure that is the story of dragon Alex and his prince!

check out our past WIP recs here ❤️

[firstprinceofhearts]

So, I have access to the movie for the first time in a while, and though I don't have time to watch the whole thing right now, I thought I'd skim through a few highlights just for funsies.

Needless to say, I quickly ended up here...

And I don't even know if I mentioned this previously, because it's been ages since I last posted, but I love how you can almost see Henry's brain re-engaging after he pulls away from that last kiss. Probably internally yelling something along the lines of 'What did I just say? Casual, my arse.'

[justarandomgirly]

Red white & royal blue (2023)

[prideandprejudice]

Evolution of Henry and Alex relationship (to be continued… 👀)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay my luvs today's wip wed words come form the the newly starting to post Something About Dragons!!!! - that's right not only does dragon alex have a title but we're starting to post - eeeeep!!!!

but today i bring you some kisses from it cuz I've yet to do that for this (prolly cuz it took so long to get to them lolz)

Alex moves forward to once again press his lips to Henry’s. Henry meets him there, closing the final inch, lips touching like the first notes of a song neither of them has ever dared to hum aloud. It is not frantic or burning. No hunger, only longing fulfilled. Their kisses are soft, slow, and steeped in the kind of tenderness forged in fire and fear and finally, safety. Their mouths move together like a language only they know, a careful exploration of all they have waited for. It’s just as good as the first kiss, as good as they all are sure to be. Alex sighs into the kisses, and Henry mirrors it, the breath between them becoming one. They pull closer without even realizing, legs tangling beneath the blanket, hands roaming over each other's shirts with featherlight curiosity. Alex’s fingers find the slope of Henry’s hip, the ridge of his spine, the soft skin just behind his ear that makes Henry shiver. Henry’s palm brushes along Alex’s jaw, then his neck, then the hollow just above his collarbone. Every touch is new, every reaction cataloged like treasure. They keep kissing until their lips tingle, until the world outside the bed and room ceases to exist. They kiss until it feels less like discovery and more like something they have always known. There is nothing more in that moment—no kingdom, no titles, no war, no expectation. Just them. Alex and Henry. Dragon and prince. When they finally part, it is only by the barest breath, and even then they linger, noses brushing, foreheads resting against one another again. “You kiss me like you’ve been waiting your whole life to,” Henry whispers. Alex huffs a laugh and nuzzles closer. “Maybe I have.”

OPEN TAG TO ALL WHO WANT TO PLAY TODAY AND

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[northsonic]

[mulderscully]

paris | lake house

[artbyflor]

help all i can draw is domestic firstprince!!!!!

[takomouche]

Jayviks ur firstprince

++ cake scene

[shirmirart]

two (sometimes three) mimir (you can download them as a set of phone wallpapers here)

[dailyflicks]

#mood