#henry mothering fucking fox

[cultofsappho]

of all the things that I want to see in the rwrb movie, Henry's rant to Phillip may be the most important:

and, of course, Alex's reaction:

but I don't know how bold the movie will be. are they going to open the colonization box and get this honest? I'm not really sure, but I hope so.

[myteavsricochet]

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all i need (is on the other side of the door)

alex's neighbour plays the piano late at night when he's studying, and he hates it. when he meets his neighbour henry, he starts to form a crush on the hot british neighbour with a cute tax attorney beagle.

little does he know that henry's the one playing the piano.

I remember the time I knew what happiness was (Let the memory live again)

Alex undergoes medical treatment for depression, and comes out with some memories missing.

Henry helps him through it, and some memories are brought to light.

the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth (that you're enough, you're enough)

Alex has been staring.

For weeks now, actually.

Henry had originally chalked it up to Alex being, well, Alex. But lately, Henry can’t help but take it in as more than just his boyfriend's usual oddness.

Or: After gaining some weight, Henry feels self conscious. Alex however, loves his tummy.

Barracuda Is Down

“Barracuda is down, repeat, Barracuda is down-"

An attempt on the lives of the Claremont-Diaz's leads to a horrifying experience for Henry Fox, who was just trying to settle into new life with Alex in their New York City home. The two stand a test of true love-- if they can come out of the worst of their worst together.

Trigger Warning for Gun Violence

turn the desert to glass (you would be the one)

Henry and Alex's domestic bliss has lead to some changes in Henry's body. Henry doesn't really mind being a little chubby, but he wonders if Alex does. Alex, it turns out, does not. Not one bit. He does not mind one bit, and he is more than eager to prove it.

drowning man

Alex didn't know how he did it. How he did seventeen years of school, and extracurriculars, worked on his mother's, Rafael Luna's, and his father's campaigns, and was a good son/brother at the same time. He truly doesn't know how he did it.

He doesn't know how to recreate it.

He's starting law school this fall. He moved to New York and he's going to law school to become a lawyer and help people, then run for Congress.

you taste like home

“I lied to you,” he says.

He doesn’t clarify. He doesn’t have to.

Alex toys with his fingers. Quiet settles over them, offset by the pattering rain.

“I know.”

–

Or, the rizcriz prompt where Alex and Henry are roommates and Henry lies when Alex confesses his feelings in order to protect their dynamic.

we’d still worship this love (even if it’s a false god)

Alex and Henry are sleeping together because it's convenient, alright? They hate each other; it's supposed to be causal. So, why does Alex feel his heart break when he realises he's not the only one Henry is sleeping with?

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag!

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all.

A Scream AU

Dallas, Texas

I thought I knew hopelessness. I thought I'd learned its specific dread years ago.

There's an assassination attempt on Ellen, Henry is caught up in the damage. Alex is... coping about as well as you would expect.

The sunshine lighting up my darkest days

Henry has a dark day and his daughter sits and reads to him.

Dancing, Drinking, Delighting in You

"Dance with me?" Alex asks, holding out a large hand to Henry. His palm is up, ready to take Henry's in it.

That very palm is one that Henry is oh-so familiar with. It's the palm that finds itself on the dip of Henry's hip when they lean closer together, the palm that cups Henry's cheek when they kiss. It's the palm that places itself on his chest as it pushes him down until the breath is knocked out of him, half by the impact of his back on the bed and half by the feeling of Alex's lips that often find his own not a minute later. He's traced the ridges of that palm, the slopes of its dips and curves, and drawn on the lines that June swears reveal Alex's nature. It's the palm that holds Henry's own, the one he kisses as Alex spoons him, the one that holds Henry's heart.

It's just his hand, but there isn't any universe in which Henry wouldn't take it.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Love, Henry has found, is at its strongest on a mundane Thursday night.

he feels like home

“Alex,” Henry sounded surprised to see him. He locked the door behind himself before dropping his things near Alex’s bag and hurrying toward him. Alex stood to meet him in the middle, Henry’s arms coming up around his shoulders while his own wound around Henry’s waist. Finally, despite being surrounded by all things Henry since he got home, everything clicked into place. Alex’s heart swelled as he breathed in the smell of real-life Henry and not just the products he used; this was home: clean linens and fresh-cut grass, with the new addition of cinnamon that clung to him, too, now that he spent so much time in Alex’s orbit. The realization made him dizzy.

-

or, alex gets a random night off; domesticity ensues

prove me wrong

Alex has texted.

Open the door. The first reads.

I’m not ready to go. The second says.

He stares down at the texts, then looks up at the door, and back down to the texts. You have a plane to catch, he replies.

I’ll figure that out later. Let me in. Comes the reply.

And Henry. Is feeling fragile and a little torn open and wanting and so he does the exact opposite of what he should do—he should tell Alex to go home because this was only a night, and they have to go back to their respective roles and expectations. They can’t just tell the rest of the world to fuck off while they get lost in each others skin.

--

or, Paris is more than a single night

come and get me

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal.

As if leaving without a note were any different.

He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again.

--

or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come

"For Christmas this year, all I would like is a best friend who doesn’t mind too much that I’m a prince. Most of my classmates poke fun because of who I am, or treat me like I’m too special to be their friend. I want a best friend who knows me as much as my family does and still likes me. I know that you can’t wrap a best friend up in a box and put it under the tree, but you’re magic so you know the best way to bring one."

(Movieverse canon divergence; Prince Henry, age 8, writes to Father Christmas wishing for a best friend. A few weeks later, he finds one.)

your needs, my needs

”Love,” he soothes, reaching out his hand to gently place it on Alex’s cheek and shuffles closer to the bed. ”Are you okay?”

Alex doesn’t answer his question and the silence tells Henry everything he needs to know. ”You’re home,” he says instead after a while, his voice rough and barely above a whisper.

***

Alex struggles with exam season and Henry helps him through it.

Fierce winds of love

Standing inside the lake, bleeding through his heart from a Henry shaped hole, Alex didn’t know. He didn’t know how to breathe, how to live or even how to exist without Henry.

If he managed to get himsef out of the lake, somehow made his legs work and enter his room, would he find Henry there, or would he be gone with the wind.

But if he just stayed there frozen, not finding the room empty, it would mean Henry never left, right? Never there but never not there either.

Biology 101 for babies

“There's a boy,” Arthur says seriously, still holding a bright red crayon tightly in his fist. “At nurs... nurs'ry. He's new an' he's brown.”

Henry, still twisting round to give Arthur his attention, blinks a couple of times, then very carefully takes his hands out of the washing up bowl and pulls off his gloves. “I see. What's his name?”

“Michael.”

"Alright. And why is it unusual that he is, as you say, brown?”

Arthur frowns. “Nobody else is brown.”

Henry realises with dawning horror and amusement that he is about to have one of the weirdest conversations of his entire life. “Arthur, my little love – you're brown.”

whatever you need

Alex’s jaw aches. He’s buried in a mountain of coursework preparing for the final that’s going to make or break any potential future career in law he has, his vision is blurry, and his fucking jaw aches. No amount of stretching it out or massaging at its hinges is helping, and it’s all he can focus on. Not the merits of a case from the 1980’s that set legal precedent, not the infuriating blinking of the cursor on his screen, only the insistent ache in his jaw.

He’s going to scream.

He opens his mouth to do just that, to vent all the frustration of it all out in an agonized groan, when he hears his bedroom door open and the silky sweet voice of his boyfriend saying, “Love, I made you dinner.”

pillow prince

So Henry lays on his side in bed, fidgeting with the unused pillow next to his head. No matter how hard he tries to force the thoughts of Alex out of his mind, they’re stuck. He thinks about the way Alex shook his hand upon arrival. Strong and firm with arms that nearly winded him upon sight. His unenthusiastic smile was still so bright and filled Henry’s stomach with butterflies. He was able to cope with that, he thinks. Then came the glasses.

Usually, Henry isn’t this quick to crumble. He’s always good at appearances and keeping everything together. He’s capable of restraining any unwelcome emotions. Or at least he was. Now he’s struggling to not rut against his mattress all over the passing thoughts of Alex.

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or alex walks in on henry humping a pillow and wants to watch and help

Someone special

"That was Shaan," Henry explains as Alex snuggles closer to him, pressing his nose to his neck. "The blizzard hit early, apparently. Too risky to fly."

"So Christmas here?" Alex says in that sleepy drawl of his that Henry will never get tired of. "Fuckin' sweet."

in paper rings; in picture frames

“Your love for me,” Henry says, “and your devotion to our marriage, are here.”

He presses his own hand, and Alex’s where he’s still holding it, to the center of Alex’s warm chest, applies gentle pressure until he can feel the beat of Alex’s heart beneath the skin and muscle and bone that make up the framework of his favorite person in the universe.

“Not in a piece of metal, Alex, no matter how sentimental it may be,” Henry says softly. “Just here.”

or; Alex loses his wedding ring, and Henry is very understanding about it

Say don't go (I would stay forever if you say)

“Henry, there is something wrong. I’m June, by the way. I run this place, and this is Nora. Uhm. You see, one of our employees forgot to remove the date from the website."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I’m really sorry," June says, trying not to cringe.

"Please don’t expect me to go find a place tonight in this rain." Henry is angry, but he still keeps his composure.

"No. No, we have a place."

“We have?" Nora asks, as clueless as Henry is.

—

Or

Henry books a hotel online only to find out that the said hotel accepted it in error, and now he has to crash the hotel owner’s brother’s room because he has no place to go.

[soulofapatrick]

Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You meet Henry at Philip and Martha's wedding to find you're both as enthralled by the other as the other

Words: 2.1k 

Warnings: None really, almost smut but interrupted

Notes: Henry and Alex from RWRB have taken over my life 🤣🤣🤣

Y/N’s POV

To say that I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president’s daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I’ve done nothing. I’m only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this…

Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don’t know the name of. I’m not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I’m not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them. 

Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we’re the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex’s hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She’s pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we’re long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don’t actually swing that way. She’s waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I’m face to face with beauty. 

Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away. 

His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex’s stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is. 

As his voice reaches my ears, it’s warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, “Good evening,” He says, his tone polite but not distant, “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?” 

His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There’s a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can’t help but feel that beneath all the rumours I’ve heard and the expectations, there’s a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating. 

“Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-“ Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, “Y-Y/N. It’s Y/N Claremont-Diaz.” 

“Well,” His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, “I hope to see you later.”

As quickly as he appeared, Henry is gone, and Alex is at my side, steering me toward the bustling ballroom where the after party is in full swing. Amidst the crowd, Alex seems to vanish in search of alcohol, leaving me to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. My eyes find Nora, her laughter blending with Bea's in a way that suggests they've been friends for years. I decide to do what I do best, explore without getting seen, blend into the shadows and find a quiet spot where no-one will disturb me, except maybe Amy who is my PPO for the day. Deciding to retreat into my comfort zone, 

I slip away quietly, becoming a shadow in the corners of the palace. It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a room, a hidden oasis amidst the grandeur, filled with books. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line the walls, laden with leather-bound volumes and dusty tomes. The soft glow of sconces illuminates the space, casting an inviting warmth that contrasts with the glitz and glamour outside. I step further into the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books. It’s mesmerising, the sheer collection of knowledge and stories tucked away in here. For a moment, I forget about the grand event unfolding just beyond these walls. I lose myself in the comfort of solitude and the intoxicating scent of aged pages. 

Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, the door creaks open, and I spin around to face the intruder, expecting to be Amy or Alex, having found me finally. But the sight that greets me is anything but ordinary. Henry stands there, his presence no longer commanding but somehow ordinary, like another person in the streets. His blue eyes meet mine, and there’s a shared understanding that in this moment neither of us are from royalty or fame, we are just Y/N and Henry. 

“You are an enigma, nothing at all how I imagined.” He tells me, quietly closing the door and making his way over to me, gesturing to the sofa. I sink straight into the plush cushions, Henry sitting on my left, one leg tucked under himself and arm flung over the back of the sofa, expression open and I have to adjust my seat imagining pushing him back and kissing him breathless. 

We exchange banter, light teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that’s reserved for moments of genuine connection. Henry’s flirting is subtle, a glint in his eyes and a playful quirk to his lips. It’s a dance of words that feels both exhilarating and comfortable, as if we’ve known each other for far longer than just a few hours. 

But then there’s a pause, a fleeting moment where the air between us changes. It’s as if time is holding its breath, our eyes locked, and the room is charged with a palpable tension. And then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifts again. It’s a surge, a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist and as if guided by an unseen force, we’re both leaning forwards, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s hesitant, testing the waters to see if awe are both wanting the same thing. It’s a slow exploration, a gentle press of lips that converts a shared curiosity and a mutual yearning. There’s a softness to the touch, a tentative dance that feels both intimate and tender. 

The hesitation doesn’t last long. As if a dam has been breached, the atmosphere between us surges with an irresistible pull. Henry’s lips mould against mine with more urgency, his hand finding it’s way to the curve of my cheek as if he’s trying to memorise every contour and scar. I respond in kind, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, a silent invitation for him to come closer. And he does. The kiss deepening, a dance of desire and longing, a magnetic force that draws us closer until there’s hardly any space between us. 

I feel the shift as Henry’s hand traces the line of my jaw, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. And then, suddenly, the world tilts as he pushes me back onto the sofa, not dissimilar to the way I was picturing doing it to Henry. There’s a controlled urgency in his movements as he claims over me, body hovering just out of touch and the sensation is electrifying. Our lips collide once more, a collision of passion and aching want. It's a fervent dance of tongues and shared breaths that leaves me dizzy and craving more. His hands, exploratory and confident, trace the contours of my chest and shoulders. The path they leave in their wake is seared with fire, a trail of sensations that has me arching into his touch. 

As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but let my own desires take over. My hands, emboldened by need, glide down his back until they reach his waist and I pull him down to close the achingly large gap between us, drawing a whimper from me as his hips brush against mine just right. 

“Jesus, you know exactly what you want, don’t you?” Henry pants, breaking the kiss to focus his gaze on my shirt with an annoyed expression. His lean fingers with the buttons on my shirt, his touch almost impatient in it’s eagerness to explore what lies beneath. He looks breathtaking, hovering above me, honey hair mused and blue eyes glazed with want and abandon. 

I can’t stop myself reaching up and tangling my hand in those locks, grumbling, “You talk to much.” Before yanking him down into a bruising kiss. My hips raising up to meet his, causing a delicious friction that has me swallowing the sounds Henry makes, his hips rocking to meet mine. 

“Y/N, I told you not to-oh my god.” Amy is turning around and walking back outside, closing the door with a meaningful clearing of her throat. Henry is scrambling off of me and to his feet, eyes wide as if he’s realising what we’ve done and there’s a sinking feeling in my gut. I sit up, adjusting myself, the suit pants doing not much to ease he uncomfortableness and trying to make myself a little more presentable, keeping my head bowed away from his royal highness. 

“Oh no, no, no,” Henry is appearing between my legs, doing nothing to help my problem, those fantasy inducing fingers gripping my thighs higher than they should be, “Y/N Claremont-Diaz, you are a pleasure and I do hope we can see each other again. I would…” He pauses, looking up at me through hooded lashes and his right hand shifting even higher and a strangled sound escapes my throat, “I would like to see more of you.” 

“Fuck.” I’m letting my head fall back, the dull pain from the couch frame helping ease my raging erection that is currently being groped by someone I never thought. I think I get whiplash when Henry pops the button on my suit pants, “Hen- fuck… Henry, Alex is looking for me…. We don’t… we don’t have-“

“There you are Y/N!” The door bursts open and Alex stops short, eyes wide and jaw almost hitting the floor before he screeches, “HENRY?!” 

“Alex-“ 

“OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU PICK HENRY?” He’s staring bug eyed while Henry is still kneeling there, worry on his soft features. 

“Get out.” I grumble at my older brother who just rolls his eyes and focuses his gaze on a very red in the face Prince. 

“You hurt him, I hurt you.” Then Alex is gone with a half hearted slam of the door. 

I’m gripping Henry’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, guiding his gaze to mine to see the same nervousness and intensity in them. He parts his lips when my thumb ghosts over his plump bottom one and I think I die and go to heaven right then and there. 

“Where were we?’ He murmurs, guiding my hand to his hair again and yeah, I’m dead. How the fuck did I get the Prince of England to want me back in the span of four maybe five hours? I’m not gonna question it, just gonna take it as it is. 

Fuck Me.

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[sadhappylady]

So, I'm an angst lover, but someone asked for not angsty fics, and sometimes all you need is a laugh.

Humour is different for every person, and we don't always find the same things funny, but anyway, here are some fics that make me smile, giggle and/or laugh out loud:

Favourite funny YR fics

Mechanics of the heart by @the-amber-fox

Wille's car has a flat tire. First he's mad about it, then he meets Simon, the mechanic. Wille learns a good bit about the mechanics of his own heart.

One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind by @pagegirlintraining and @the-amber-fox

When Wille first sees Simon, the rest of the world simply fades away. Which would be romantic and all, if it didn’t lead to him blindly stumbling into the sex shop Simon works at.

open heart open mind, never know who you'll find by simonscrown

Wille deliberated whether he should be thanking the universe or cursing at it that a literal angel was standing in front of him, while his testicles were being tortured by a pair of objectively horrible booty shorts.

5 times the students of Hillerska didn't realize Wille and Simon were together + 1 time they definitely did by @piebingo

That title really says it all. And it's fun!

Copy and Pasta by @pagegirlintraining

In which Wille just wants to make a nice birthday present for his boyfriend and gets sidetracked by the flu.

Coast side universe by @starvalisedham

Angst-free stories that are loosely connected. You don't need to read everything to enjoy each fic, but it helps with understanding some of the jokes and references. Hillerska ships Wilmon but they are so done with their antics. (So much funny silliness.)

Change It And Say by Skydragon05

Henry is being a mess, while trying not to cockblock anyone.

Bathroom Stall Blowjobs by MarvellKya17 and @thehanwen

Based on true events … two bathrooms… two blowjobs… a two part story about love – and getting caught in the bathroom giving a bj.

You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... by @zee-has-commitment-issues

Two years. They'd kept their relationship away from the Forest Ridge boys for two years. Henry and Walter have different plans for Wille and Simon, though. It involves the table, their phones, and their mothers. It's humiliating.

Stuck on me like a tattoo by TheWittyKitty

What if Simon got a tattoo? With someone's name?

Drop It Like It's Hot by @the-amber-fox

Simon proposes, Wille kind of fucks it up.

A Dutiful Welcome by @groenendaelfic

His Majesty The King of Sweden and his very male, very biracial Consort arrive in London for a state visit. YR/RWRB crossover where 'dear cousin Philip' has thoughts.

Please also share your own funny YR fics 🙏

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G/N! Royal Reader × Yandere Prince OC

If the Crown fits👑✨

Part 1, 2~

His Info 🕯️📜

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

Synop: You are a royal, expected to marry the realms’ crown royal. You don't like him at first but he wins you over, yada yada~ It's SMUT✨

CW: GN! Reader, no bodily or genitalia descrips for reader, arranged marriage(more so encouraged), i don't think any for this part????? lemme no! love y'all darlings! Short part!!!

"But father, you can't truly expect me to marry that-”

"You will hold your tongue, child.” The tall man interrupts. “and you will marry Prince Kastriot." He slams down his gilded cane so that it bounces back up to his grasp. As he storms out, the queen, your mother, flits in like a six foot three butterfly that more than aced her elegance training.

"Now, how you go about it, darling... Just don't do anything I wouldn't have done," she kisses your forehead.

"Mother... You assassinated an entire retinue comitatus to get to father.” You roll your eyes.

"I said what I said." she dainty wiggles her fingers as a wave while she departs from your bedroom's antechamber.

You fall onto the plush furs covered sofa, the fireplace across from you crackles, usually soothing, are far too loud at the moment. You're grating your teeth when your pet fox bounds up to you.

You let out the air you hadn't realized you were holding. How can you be stressed while henry is here?

You can't.

You scritch his chin, his leg kicks the air signifying you're on point.

*We should get some rest, Henry, it's my coming out tomorrow." You sigh and pat his muzzle affectionately.

Later~

"The moon's still out, Henry, it's fine," You can almost hear the fox saying you need sleep through his wines.

You're still up.

Unable to sleep, you started sifting through most recent political setbacks of your kingdom. People need liberated here, more housing there, while the year's social season starts.

You glance out the window, and instead of glittering blackness, you are greeted with the deep tell tale pink and orange slash across the horizon.

"Oh gods!! Now!?" You grab a thick, old tome, and fill it with some important receipts, then slam it shut, stuff it into your satchel, and rush out of your father's office.

You're retainers rush around the room with an undeniable vibrancy. Everyone loves the social season...

But your stomachs in knots.

You aren't "being forced to marry Prince Kastriot, but you are definitely being forced to marry him.

You don't even know the man! You always had the typical dream every royal shares... To marry for love.

But like with most royals, that dream is squashed like insects beneath the boots of your parents.

You zone back in when some one punches you as they tie a ribbon, their face is twisted in absolute horror and it confuses you.

"What’s the matter, Eliza? You inspect her further, hoping she's unharmed.

“Y-you know my— I’m sorry, I pinched you... Your royal highness”

You almost bark out a laugh but with your own training you manage to keep it fully hidden. "Oh, my, uh, listen, you don't have to worry too much here, it's not even in a visible place, let's move along please,”

You raise your arms for the other retainers and courtiers.

She looks relieved as she gets back to tying and fastening little bits and pieces of your outfit.

You stifle an overwhelmingly strong yawn.

Fuck.

Your second wind is already dying out, and it's not even time for brunch and touring the park.

"What is the attack plan for the day, darling?" Your mother asks politely, between small sips of her tea.

"Mom, No." You go to stand it's almost time to prepare for the tour anyway.

She predictably stops you, but just briefly, "Do take care, your highness."

You roll your eyes with a groan.

Henry trots along, happily trailing you. Tongue lolling and tail wagging like a dog's.

It's almost a picture perfect day really.

But...

Where's your father?

Presentation Time~

Now you know where he was, because regardless of alphabetical order you are in the last place.

Most likely so that you have the optimal chance to leave a lasting impression.

They'll be tired and bored by then, If you want to go along with it you should be exciting and flamboyant, but be careful to not overdo it, this is a proper event in from of the two kings of kings, and their son, after all.

Then again…

You could also try and sabotage your presentation to court… It might possibly ruin your chances with the crown prince… That would save you from marring someone you don’t know, but that would also bring forth your kingdom’s downfall.

[cha-melodius]

Thanks to everyone who tagged me in the 'last sentences written in 2023' (tags below)—something I would have jumped on if I'd written a single word since I published You're the Perfect Gift for Me. The fact is, it's been A Time, and today is the first day since pretty much then that I have a brain (or time) for writing.

I know I said I was going to jump back into False Dichotomy and I AM, but my brain wrote this scene while I was lying in bed this morning and I had to get it down (this will eventually turn into a fandom fest prompt fill, some day). Slightly long but I wanted to get the drop in there lmao.

“It’s about your First Officer position,” Ellen says, glancing down at the PADD on her desk. “I know you requested Lt. Commander Clark—” Alex doesn’t like the sound of where this is going. Surely she can’t object to that pick, of all of them. “Liam will be perfect. He’s got a stellar record, excellent scores on all his exams, not to mention we already know we work well together—” “When’s the last time you actually talked to Liam, sugar?” his mom interrupts. “What?” “Liam requested to be assigned with his partner, Commander Spencer Williams, who’s serving as the Chief Science Officer on the Endeavour, which I granted. He’s not available.” Alex’s mouth opens and closes again without putting voice to the question on the tip of his tongue, because there’s no way he’s going to ask his mother for information about his friend’s partner. Fuck. Liam is involved with someone, and Alex had no clue. A male someone, not that it matters, except then what does that mean about him and Alex… Ok, now is not the time for whatever this is. “Well I need a science officer too,” he says instead. “They could both be transferred to the Enterprise.” Ellen cocks an eyebrow at him. “Or… I could find someone else,” he allows reluctantly. “I’ll look over the candidate profiles.” “No need. I’ve got the perfect First Officer for you,” she says. “Commander Henry Fox.” “No way,” Alex blurts before he can stop himself, wincing at the look on Ellen’s face. “Sorry, Mom. Admiral Claremont. Ma’am. It’s just— anyone but him. Please.” “He’s an exceptional officer, Alex,” his mother says, her tone heavy with disapproval. “His record speaks for itself. Any starship would be lucky to have him.” “Then give him to anyone else,” he pleads. “I don’t need a stuck up, humorless, asshole royal who thinks he’s better than everyone on my bridge.” “Funny how everyone who’s actually worked with him has nothing but glowing things to say about him,” she returns dryly. “I think he’d be good for you, sugar. You’ve got what it takes to be a brilliant captain, but you need someone as a First Officer who will balance you. Someone like Fox.” “You’re forgetting that he hates me,” Alex argues. “He’ll never agree to this.” Ellen stares at him for a beat. “He requested the assignment, actually.”

I am tempted not to tag anyone bc I'm not sure I'm ready for this one to be perceived but OH WELL. Tags below the cut.

Thanks for the various end-of-23, beginning-of-24, and WIP Wednesday tags @orchidscript, @kiwiana-writes, @cricketnationrise, @firenati0n, @cultofsappho, @leaves-of-laurelin, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @inexplicablymine

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[jellyfishzebracat]

Snippet of an rwrb fanfic I’m writing it’s a/b/o and Alex is a 29 year old law professor who meets 21 year old Henry after Henry is forcefully moved to America to study law by his grandmother.

It’s this Alex

And this Henry

Alex hadn’t always wanted to be a law professor, he’d kind of just, fallen into it.

He’d studied law at NYU and shortly after gotten a job as a paralegal but that got , stale.

So during a late night rant to his mother she’d suggested he do some more study and look into teaching as a professor.

So Alex studied and then applied for a job at the university his mother was the head of.

Alex wasn’t proud of using the nepotism card but he did anyway.

So fast forward a few years and Alex is 29 years old teaching as a law professor, now finally on his own for the second year after teaching as a TA under Zarah Bankston and old friend of his moms and now a dean at the university.

Alex doesn’t expect anything to go wrong this year however that all changes when Henry fox walks into his lecture hall.

He’s pretty, blonde and everything Alex wants in an omega.

Alex class is small only 100 students so Henry already stuck out, however when he opens his mouth and speaks with that pretty English accent Alex is gone.

Which is bad, really bad because Henry is his student.

Everything goes well for a few weeks until one night Alex has finished his 6 pm lecture and is in the Chinese restaurant across from the campus when Henry walks in.

Henry walks up to the counter and Alex watches as Henry places his order, when he goes to pay however his card declines, once, twice, three times. Henry opens his mouth most likely to cancel his order when Alex blurts out “I’ll pay” and is swiping his American express.

“I .. thankyou.. you didn’t have to do that, professor ” Henry glances up at him

“It’s no problem and please don’t call me professor, it’s Alex“ Alex replies, leaning one arm on the shop counter.

Henry’s phone pings and he sees Henry’s face twist before he’s huffing out a breath and his scent sours.

“everything ok” Alex attempts to calm Henry but the agitation doesn’t leave Henry’s face.

“My bloody roommate just kicked me out of my dorm for the night, apparently he’s found some girl to shag” Henry spits out

“Shag” the word feels foreign in Alex’s mouth

“ it means fuck, Alex” Henry’s rolling his eyes but grinning up at him and Alex can’t help but return the smile.

“Um maybe we could eat together at my place” the words are out of Alex’s mouth before he can even process how much of a boundary that crosses and how bad of an idea that is, Henry beams “That sounds wonderful Alex”

Soon the cashier is calling out that their food is done and Henry is following Alex out to his car.

Henry sinks into the leather passenger seat of Alex’s Lexus and sighs “ Christ, I forgot how nice leather car seats were”.

Alex shoots Henry a questioning look and Henry looks down at his feet.

“My family’s quite well off however since my grandmother shipped me over here with barley any money, I’ve been missing out on the luxury’s I used to enjoy”

“I hope I’m not over stepping but why’d she send you here” Alex questions.

“Apparently it’s unbecoming for a member of our family to be an omega and to want to study literature, I was at Oxford on a scholarship in my last year and then she pulled me out to study law here in America” Henry’s answer is pained, Alex can’t imagine what it would be like to have your whole life up ended like that.

The rest of the drive continues on a happier note as Alex and Henry sing along to some of the songs on Alex playlist until they arrive at Alex’s brownstone.

As they step into the house Alex sees Henry looking around, his head tilted upward, was he scenting?

Alex chooses to ignore it for his own sanity and leads Henry to the couch and excuses himself to change out of his teaching clothes and into something more comfortable.

Alex now in a t-shirt and sweats joins Henry on the couch, Alex thinking of something to watch while they eat, asks Henry if he’s a Star Wars fan, Henry’s face lights up and he gleefully explains that he loves return of the Jedi, Alex scoffs and has to correct Henry “ the best star wars movie is clearly the empire strikes back” Henry flashes Alex a gummy smile and rolls his eyes “ I suppose I could endure watching empire”.

[meraki-yao]

This might be an unpopular opinion but I… don’t really want a RWRB sequel?

Ok that doesn’t sound right, let me rephrase. I don’t want a RWRB sequel in the traditional sense of what a sequel movie/series is.

Do I want more first prince with Taylor and Nick and more of the RWRB world? Yes, I want it so fucking much. I wanna see Taylor and Nick’s chemistry work their magic again but this time in a more established relationship rather than the growing one we saw. I wanna see them live domestic lives, go on dates, celebrate anniversaries, birthdays, holidays. I wanna see more of Henry and Alex’s new found relationship with each other’s family’s: Henry with Oscar, maybe even Ellen, a new set of parents that cares so casually and lovingly, and Alex with Bea, the only other person who really knew and loved Henry Fox before he found him. If the narrative allows it, I’d like to see certain themes from the book get translated on screen: Henry’s depression and grief, Alex’s ADHD, Henry’s mother recovering from her grief and being present for her children again. I wanna see the proposal, the wedding, them being dads. There’s actually still so much we can explore, and I do, genuinely want to see it.

But here’s the thing. Everything I said above, are scenes. They are not necessarily continuous.

It’s what I imagine their life after the worst has passed. That’s it. It’s life.

It’s not a story. It’s not a drama. It’s not a plot.

And there’s the issue with so many originally unplanned sequels. A movie, or even a series, as we commonly know them, demands a plot, and sometimes, in fact a lot of times, said plot of a sequel ruins the weight and meaning of the original film’s resolution.

We’ve already established that RWRB is a fairy tale, and I love it so much for that.

And a big part of fairy tales, is the “happily ever after”.

We got that in RWRB and personally, it’s so beautiful, warm and hopeful, and I don’t want to touch that without good reason. Definitely not with unnecessary drama created in the name of a sequel plot. Even Matthew said, the want for a sequel alone is not enough to create one, it has to makes sense.

I don’t really know where the middle ground between seeing more of firstprince on screen and the nature of this medium would be but yeah. Just my take on it.

[ships-to-sail]

WIP Wednesday

Hey, y'all! Remember that time I fell off the Earth for a week reading The Pairing and I'm still not done because it's just that fucking good?

Anyway! All my love to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @cha-melodius, and @kiwiana-writes for the tags, lets have some more WW2 AU!

Since practically the minute he’d been born, Catherine Fox had known her son was an old soul. A romantic in a world not built to be kind to optimists. He’d gotten that from his father, and before words had opened up access to the world inside him, his big, blue eyes had looked at her with a wisdom far too heavy for his years.  It was like he’d known what life had coming for him, long before the events themselves unfolded.   Arthur Fox had survived one round of humanity trying to rip itself in two. He wouldn’t survive a second one, and after his father died, his mother would pull Henry close and whisper into his ear how very much like his father he was; how quiet his strength was, and how the world would try and turn the soft water of his tears into something icy and hard. She made him promise on things he was too young to understand that he wouldn’t allow that to happen. That he would fight as his father fought — for the things most important to him, the things he loved and that loved him back.  His father, who’d gone to war with his grandmother long before he’d faced down an armed combatant.  His father, who’d fought for a country that wasn’t his because of a woman who was, because he’d wanted the world ahead of her to be as beautiful as she was.  Those were the sweet nothings that fell onto little Henry’s soft blond waves, the gentle whispers that whisked him away that night, and many more after that, into the world of dreams.  They were the words he thought of when life brought him to moments like this, his elbow within kissing distance of Alex’s, both of them with their hands in their pockets as they amble their way slowly down the Boardwalk.

I'm like EXTRA feral to see what y'all are doing this week, since I've been MIA, so tags are below the cut but please take the open tag if I've missed you!

@affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy @myheartalivewrites @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged

[candyspandemonium]

Made For Love Part 1/2 is OUT.

Henry Fox steals his sister away and there’s nothing Alex can do to prevent it from happening. All he can do is watch, powerless, as they become closer and closer, better and better. As time passes, Alex gets more and more bitter about the whole thing. He’s afraid for June, doesn’t trust Henry to catch her whenever he throws her up in the air. He knows one day he’ll drop her. Look, he doesn’t want his sister to get hurt but a small part of him can’t wait for the day Henry will fail – because he will and Alex will get to tell everybody and their mother “I fucking told you”. He’s not petty, thank you very much, he’s just a realist. Ice-Dancing AU! Where Henry and June are partners and Alex is just a mess.

You can read it here.

First, huge thank you to @zwiazdziarka for being my beta, for convincing me to go for it AND for this wonderful, beautiful banner that I just love so much.

Tagging @kiwiana-writes because you seemed to be interested after the two passages I shared. Also tagging @tailsbeth-writes for the same reason !

I hope you will all enjoy it as I'm really proud of this one. Part 2 will be posted next Thursday <3

[thinkof-england]

Several Sentence Sunday

Alright so I've been putting off participating in anything writing wise because I don't a fun banner or anything and you know what? If I keep waiting for the "right" time to happen to start sharing my writing process, I'll never start, so fuck it. No pretty banner, but here's my first Several Sentence Sunday!

Thank you for the tags @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @duchessdepolignaca03 @getmehighonmagic and @meraki-yao!

This is from my Royally Big Bang fic that is inspired by the book (and movie) The Idea of You.

"

By the time Henry got the kids checked in at the hotel, it was only 2pm, but he was exhausted. All three of the kids wanted to go up to the pool, which was on the roof of their hotel, however, so Henry got changed and sat himself under an umbrella reading in a lounger while they splashed around, talking so animatedly about anything and everything important to 15-year-olds. Their carefree nature left him in a state of awe at points, they were all so uninhibited and so happy and the love they felt for each other was palpable. As much as Henry hated Elliot, he would always be so thankful that they’d created Amelia together. She was the ultimate product of their love and affection and no matter what, she represented the best in them both. 

Dinner was uneventful, at least for Henry. He’d booked them a reservation at a more upscale restaurant on Miami Beach, wanting to indulge them all a little, but especially Amelia. Some would call it spoiling his daughter, but he had the means to give her experiences he’d cherished with his father as a kid, so he would continue to do so. 

Growing up, he’d hated being in the spotlight so much, but it was inevitable seeing as his father was James Bond himself, Arthur Fox. They’d relocated to Los Angeles when Henry was only 8, though they went back to England often enough to visit his mother, Catherine’s, now deceased horror of a mother. There’d been no love lost there when Mary had died of a heart attack shortly before Arthur was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when Henry was 14. He liked to joke that him coming out was what killed his bigot of a grandmother, but Arthur hated that. He’d always made sure Henry knew how much he was loved and how the person he was was enough, and he didn’t like assigning blame for an untimely death upon his son coming into his own."

No pressure tagging @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse @firenati0n @i-am-freyja and anyone else who wants to join! Tag me if you do so I can read what you share!

[cultofsappho]

the rwrb fandom needs to talk more about this old tiktok of Nicholas Galitzine doing different accents bc I can't be alone with this knowledge

ladies and gentlemen, Henry Mother Fucking Fox

[thebadgerclan]

Interim

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: While Henry is living in New York, he decided to surprise his boyfriend in D.C.

It was strange–this interim period.  Alex was finishing classes at Georgetown, Henry was setting up his foundation in New York, Ellen had secured a second term, Alex and Henry were free to love each other openly; life was…good.  While Henry had his Brownstone in Brooklyn, Alex had rented an apartment in downtown D.C., having decided to move out of the Residence.  When he was finished with school, when he got accepted to NYU (because he would get accepted to NYU), he’d move to New York, but for now, having his own space was a nice change.  And being only 200 miles away from his boyfriend rather than 3,500 was certainly an advantage.

But the First Son couldn’t simply move into any old apartment.  No, it had to be approved by the Service and be revamped with the highest degree of security available.  Every resident of the apartment building and all the staff had been required to sign an NDA when Alex moved in, and only the building manager and members of the Service knew which apartment Alex lived in.  His mail was either delivered directly to him by whichever agent was on duty, or he picked it up on his way to or from classes.

Which is why it wasn’t unusual for Alex to receive a text from Amy, who was stationed in the lobby for her shift.  There’s a delivery here for you.  It’s already been cleared.  Alex didn’t remember ordering anything, but it was entirely possible he had and completely forgotten.  As he made his way down to the lobby, he was pondering what on earth might be waiting for him.  A book?  A new phone case?  Something from his mother?

What Alex certainly wasn’t expecting was to find Henry standing in the lobby, a beaming smile on his face, a bouquet of two dozen red roses in hand.  “Baby?” Alex said, and he was immediately running towards him, not caring that the people milling about could see.  They’d signed NDAs anyhow.  Amy stepped forward and took the flowers before Alex could crush them between his and Henry’s bodies as he flung himself at the Prince, wrapping him in a crushing embrace.

Henry held him close, kissing Alex’s temple as he breathed in his scent: spices and coffee, and simply Alex.  “Hi, my love,” he said, carding a hand through Alex’s hair.  “What’re you doing here?” Alex asked, and Henry kissed him, cradling his face in his hands.  “Am I not allowed to come see my boyfriend?”  “Well, yeah, but aren’t you busy with the shelters?”  Henry smiled, tracing a thumb over Alex’s cheekbone.

“Pez is handling things for the weekend.  And I recall hearing that someone doesn’t have any exams next week and has a free weekend…”  It made something flutter in Alex’s heart to know that Henry knew his schedule and that he cared enough to come in from New York just for him.  “God, I love you so much, you know that?”  “I believe you’ve told me once or twice, darling,” Henry responded.  “But I could stand to hear it again.”

Alex laughed, pressing his lips to Henry’s, letting his fingers tangle in his blond locks.  “Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchirsten-Windsor, I love you so stupidly fucking much.”  “And I love you, my dear.  Now, might my stupidly handsome boyfriend take me upstairs?”  Alex beamed.  “I’ll never get tired of you calling me your boyfriend, baby.  And yes, please, you’ve been here for 10 minutes, and I already want to do several bad things to you.”

***

Nearly two hours later, Alex lay curled up in Henry’s arms, both of them bare beneath the covers, Henry pressing lazy kisses to Alex’s skin.  “You are so beautiful,” the Prince mused, and Alex felt his face heat.  “Like…like someone brought a priceless piece of artwork to life.”  Alex blushed deeper, turning his face into his boyfriend’s chest.  “Don’t hide, love,” Henry said gently, coaxing Alex’s face upwards to look at him.  “God, you are perfect.  My perfect, beautiful love.”

Alex whimpered, something that made Henry’s heart skip several beats, and he kissed him, wrapping his arms around Henry’s neck, pulling him closer.  “How are you real?” Alex asked.  “How are you here, how are you mine?”  Henry’s heart couldn’t help but break.  His Alex had been through more than he deserved, had had his heart broken far more than anyone should.  And Henry was fortunate enough to have earned that heart, and he knew with absolute certainty that he would defend it.

“I’m yours, my love,” Henry said, cupping Alex’s cheek, smiling when he leaned into the touch.  “Because you are devastatingly kind, funny, generous, intelligent, and yes, ridiculously handsome.  I am yours because you see me for me, not the Prince others see.  And I am yours because despite my flaws and problems, you love me.  And Alex, my darling, you love me so well.  And I love you, sweetheart, more than anything else in the world.”

Alex sniffled, Henry’s words had brought him to tears.  “More than David?”  “Don’t tell him, but just a bit, yes.”  Alex laughed, and Henry swiped away his tears.  “I am yours, Alex, for as long as you’ll have me.  I love you.”  “I love you too, H.  God, I love you.”  Henry smiled, kissing him once more, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around him.  Alex wanted nothing more than to have this every moment of every day; Henry in his bed, in his arms, but for now, until Henry’s shelters were on their feet, until Alex was done at Georgetown, this…this interim…this was wonderful

[dorkybooktrash]

Not me trying to write for the first time in a long time and actually succeeding (A little bit)

Being a Prince, Alex thought, must be fucking boring. No purpose, no voice, no… Well, no personality. He wouldn't be able to do it, that's for sure - not being allowed to say or do whatever he wants. Sure, there were times he had to hold his tongue in order to protect his mothers prime ministry, but never the amount a prince has to. Not that he felt bad for Henry. No. No way. Henry had made his bed and for all Alex knew, Henry enjoyed it. No, Alex didn't feel bad, no matter what the little piece of his heart, that still belonged to Henry said.

When Alex was a child, he adored Prince Henry George Edward James Fox Mountchristen-Windsor. Hell, Henry had been his sexual awakening in his teenage years. He used to be there every time the young prince had been trotted out in front of the crowds; every parade, every speech, every appearance, Alex had been there. Until that fateful day 5 years ago, when his heart had been lost and subsequently stomped on.

Henry had been out of the public eye for a couple of years at that point - ever since his father got sick. When he had died, Henry threw himself into his studies and hadn't been seen for 2 years after that. Rumour was that he had, in some way, gotten a Ph.D. in those two years. No one actually knew whether the rumours were true, but Alex knew that you'd have to be more than a genius in order to complete a Ph.D. in two years and at the age of 17. Alex didn't buy it. He probably would have 10 years ago, but not now. Not after…

Alex was jolted out of his thoughts by the assault of the two hellions he called his sister and best friend, June and Nora. Jumping on him, ignoring his yelp of protest, they pinned him and just smiled.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Ghostly Love story in " The Haunting of Phantom Manor"

Long time ago, Saphira Lorraina Fox has been Married to "Derek Stephen Vela" For the past 5 years and they decided to have kids but Derek wanted a baby Boy and Saphira Said to him that if this child is a girl, he needs to love her as well regardless of What Gender it will be..But He demanded to have a Boy and Not want anything to do with a Daughter if she has her…But then Saphira Slapped Him so hard it send him flying..and she said to him,"You Better Listen to me You-henry-the-8th-wannabe! Your going to love our child regardless of the gender..or so help me..I will give you a beaten of your life with a fucking belt! And I will make sure you Do…Do I make myself clear?" Her Words was Cold as ice and Her anger is seething ready to pull out a beaten belt…as Derek whimpers and Started to understand her terms or else..His ass Is going to be in the life of Asswhooping if he doesn't comply. Eight months later at the baby Shower, Saphira is Having a Boy and a girl That Will be named "Serena" (The girl) and Akira ((the boy..and honor to name after the creator of the DBZ,S, and GT)) as His parents was looking forward to see their grandbabies..including being thrilled to see their grandson and grand daughter but for Derek, He was thrilled to have a son but not cared about his Daughter…Saphira Was pretty angry at Derek for Obsessing to have a little boy and Not caring about the girl…but then on the nineth month, as she gave birth to a baby girl and baby boy…She holds them in her arms.. but then She notice something was wrong..she saw two children began to pass away in her arms, She Screams to the doctors and asking why the children died..but then The Doctor told her a Horrible news which made saphira shocked when she found out that she was Positive of some drug that she never dared to touch and all…She realized that someone put something on her drink to kill the twins..until Derek's parents came in and they were shocked and Devastated…and then Derek Came in and knowing if the boy survives..and She said angerly,

Saph:"Derek, What do you mean that "The Boy" Survives?"

Derek went pale knowing that he has been caught red bloodied handed and then he turns to saphira knowing that he is in huge trouble and with a Look of Saphira's angered face..he said,

Derek:" Umm..I can explain…i..ugh"

Saph:" Tell me…the truth…Right now… Did you have Something to do with my Son and my "DAUGHTERS" Death?"

Then His Mistress Name Claudia Cobra came in holding him..and asking if the Boy Survives and the girl dies so they can steal the son and her money as well..as Derek gave claudia a "Not Now" look..and claudia saw saphira….And Saphira was Shocked that He's been with Her Arch Bully..during the marriage..and She got angry and she said,

Saph:"Derek Stephen Vela, Is this true? and Why Are you With my arch bully?"

Derek:"Umm…Saph…you see..I put the drug to kill the daughter….I Didn't know it killed my son as well!"

Saphira's Eyes widen..and Her Blood begans to Boil in rage…and she and His parents said"WHAAAAAAAAT!?"

Saph:"Are you Out of your Sanity!? NOT ONLY You Killed my kids but Cheating on me with my arch Bully!? How could You Do this to your own wife!? and your own son and daughter!? You Cheated out on me! and my kids too!?"

Mr. Vela:" BOY! grabbed him by the ear You Fucked Up Big Time Now MISTER! I can't believe you would do this! Not Only on your Wife but your Own Children! You Are Suppose to love The Kids regardless of the gender! Your Mother and I Never raise you to become a Son-Obsessive Monster! And a Manwhore as well! pulls out a belt and dragged him to the other room I'm going to bust your ass now!"

Mrs.Vela: "And As For you Missy! grabbed Claudia by the hair and dragged her by the hallways and beat her up harshly How Dare you taking my son away from his wife!!?? Don't you know He's married!? I'll Have you Horsewhipped on you!"

Saphira was Furious at Derek..after Him and Claudia got ass beaten by Dereks parents and they were force to beg forgiveness..and then saphira said,"I will never forgive you Derek! You took away our little angels for your selfish desires! I'm going to divorce you and You! Claudia Cobra, I'll be suing you for compensation as well and i'll make sure you two are going to pay me dearly!" When Derek begged Saphira even more but She Smacked him away..and told him to leave…then after the divorce and all..Derek and Claudia was Charge of Murder and adultery and Saphira will make sure that No Women Will ever Marry nor date that Horrible man again…

One year later, Mr. and Mrs. Vela Comes to her home and apoligize for what their horrible son has done to her and the Children but as good Compensation, They decided to Gives her a Nice Lovely Manor that was meant for Derek but not anymore However, They said that This Manor is Haunted By the Groom of Phantom manor Who was Killed by "Carol Gazette" who's not only killed her own children but had an affair With the brother of Alastair Crump (aka the hatman) name "Harold Crump". Rumor Has it that Carol Gazette is a Witch Who Place a Curse Upon this Lovely Manor. Then Saphira decided to Start over and began to pack her stuff and all..she moved into a Lovely manor and she has a very own Gypsy woman Who is a Daughter Of Madame Leota Name," Marie Leona", She gives Saphira a lovely tour of this manor and after that…The Night came and the ghost Will come out to Socialized when the clock Struck Twelve…as Midnight came in..Saphira hears the Noises..and she said,"Hello? anyone here?" But then..the Handsome Voice Said…

[kiwiana-writes]

Hey MJ! I have a question that’s been on my mind for months. In “With So Much of My Heart…” is there a reason that Henry is so insistent on Alex including the Mountchristen part of his name? I would think that he’d be happy to shed the part of himself that’s associated with his grandmother and he’d like that people more readily see him as his father’s son, but he corrects Alex every time he just calls him Fox. So is it just a point of banter between them or is there a deeper meaning in regards to Henry’s identity there?

Hey anon! This is such an interesting, thoughtful question, so thank you for asking it 💙

Honestly, it was mostly because people not bothering with both halves of a double-barrelled name is a massive bugbear for me and I project that onto all of my characters who have double-barrelled names lmao. If you've read a bunch of my stuff, you might also pick up that I never, ever have Ellen and Oscar doing the whole "calling Alex by only the other person's surname when he's pissing them off" thing from the book unless I'm directly calling out how fucked up that actually is—and it really is. Getting someone's name right is really the absolute bare minimum of respect: whether it's correctly pronouncing (or at least sincerely attempting) names from a culture you're unfamiliar with, or using trans people's correct names, or that thing that often happens to women who don't change their surname on marriage where people keep passive-aggressively sending mail to "Mr and Mrs X" even though they know full well "Mrs X" doesn't actually exist.

But the other part of it is that while, yes, Mountchristen is the part of his name that's associated with his grandmother, it's also associated with his mother. Not to get too 'projecting onto fictional characters on main' about it, but I changed my surname away from my abusive father's the moment I turned 18 because I didn't want the association—I don't regret that choice, but other members of that side of my family were hurt by it, including and especially my (much) younger brother on my dad's side who very much felt it as a rejection. Because he's so much younger than me, we weren't able to talk about that frankly for a long time, and it left its mark. Names are complicated, legacy is complicated, feelings on abusive and/or toxic family members and the impact they have on us are incredibly complicated.

But also, it's another thing Henry can give Alex shit about and that's important too—troll Henry is my favourite Henry. (And not for nothing, but Henry absolutely could have chosen to go by 'Henry Fox' professionally even if he was Henry Fox-Mountchristen legally, and I suspect his decision to leave the Mountchristen in his name for his "gauche" acting career pissed Mary off immensely lol.)

Thank you again, I am eternally overwhelmed that people care enough about my little queer words to put this much thought into them 💙💙💙