His Royal Highness, Sebastian Smythe

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French | prince | 28 My friends call me sebastian. You, however, can call me his royal highness, sebastian smythe. (1x1 glee/elite crossover au)

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A Maldivian Summer || Sebtrick (January 2024)

Patrick chuckled. "Querido, I'm never that desperate when it comes to you, although the idea of having strange men feeling me up all over is hot, and very familiar." He threw his bag on the other side of the seat and put himself down on it, just as Sebastian shut his laptop down. Too bad, he thought. He wanted to tease him about watching cat videos. "God, I feel the exact same way. Thinking that we're going to a place where we have nothing else to do but sleep, eat and have mindless fun is making me wondering why I haven't done this sooner." He looked at Sebastian. "Maybe I was just waiting for the right travelling buddy." He smacked the other's arm playfully, and soon there was someone from the VIP staff there with a glass of wine for him too. "Gracias, guapo" he told the man, then took a good sip of his wine and moaned softly. "My grandfather hasn't laid off my back since that night- Since the benefit gala. I actually think he's investigating the ways in which he can kick me out of the family. My parents are managing things, in their way, obviously... But in the end, he has the last word." He looked at him again. "So you see... The furthest I am from this continent, the better."

He chuckled and took another sip of wine, now looking out the window where the planes were. "So... You think I'm "lower rank", and that I only travelled economy?" Another chuckle. "I have to admit, I'm surprised we're not flying on your private little Prince jet. You would think you don't want to get the smell of the lower rank that hangs inside the plane all over you. You might get allergies."

Sebastian kept his face relatively neutral when Patrick talked about his grandfather - personally, he thought the man was an ancient dinosaur who had no business in Patrick's life, but he was also still a respected member of a Spanish noble family, and Patrick's grandfather. But he hated people like that, which was one of the reasons they had started the current project, and building shelters for LGBT youth needing somewhere to go. "That's bullshit," he finally said, ignoring the voice in his head that told him to pick his words more carefully, diplomatically, "he can't kick you out of your family. But if you need, I know plenty of women who you can have a fake sex scandal with. He'd probably prefer that, than you doing work to help the community." He rolled his eyes, though neither of them had been immune to scandals in their time. People were often prudes, but they were young men and so be it if they had some fun.

He had to laugh when Patrick mentioned flying economy, "I was messing with you, I know you wouldn't fly economy even if it was the last seat on the plane. And I could hardly take the private jet, when my family don't know where I'm going. Well, they think I'm going to England. I didn't want to be bothered. But don't worry," he took a sip of his wine, "I'd let you in my private jet, Blanco, if I had it. I'm generous like that." He winked at him.

A Maldivian Summer || Sebtrick (January 2024)

"Gracias, Manuel! Te aviso cuando vuelva!"

Patrick shut the door of the car and waved at his friend Manuel, who had offered to take him to the airport that day and he grabbed his shoulder bag and his other travel bag firmly before he passed the doors into the airport when they slid open. His stomach was making weird but nice skips inside of him, much like the skip pace he now had in his walk. He was actually looking forward to the days ahead, and there were plenty of reasons to that. The idea of going to a far, exotic location to enjoy some leisure days was a huge one, the idea of not having to deal with paparazzi, or bumping into someone he knew, but to desconnect for a while from the speed of daily life. But as good as that one, it was nowhere near good to the fact that he was spending that time with Sebastian, and that for once, there weren't meeting for work, and with any expectations to come up with a plan for something. They would be there only to enjoy themselves. Two single men, who now happened not to dislike each other that much, and enough to actually spend vacation time together.

Patrick would nag his own mind constantly from feeling that much happy whenever he was around Sebastian. And it wasn't just about the sex, even though the sex part was VERY good. They had a sexual chemistry Patrick was sure he hadn't felt before in his life, and that made every hook up a moment to remember- at least to him. But beside that, he felt they had in each other a genuine, equal partner, in the sense that they were both raised and brought a certain way, a way that only the two of them understood. Even if their titles were different, and in that way Sebastian outranked Patrick by a head, they knew the perks and pests of living in royalty. They were both rogues about it in a way, and Patrick was happy about being this close to Sebastian now, something that never in his wildest dreams he would had thought of a couple of years back.

When he passed the VIP line and checked his travel bag, leaving only his shoulderbag with him, he entered the waiting lounge and spotted Sebastian there. "And here I thought I would be frisked all over before entering the VIP lounge where Votre Altesse was. I must say, I'm disappointed." He chuckled and walked up to where the other was. "So, here we are. Are you ready to have some fun, guapo?"

Sebastian had his laptop out in front of him, working on some emails, and shopping for a baby shower gift for his brother's wife. Another heir to the throne, he thought. Pushing Sebastian further down the ranks of next in line (not that he wanted to take over the throne). They were having a boy, much to his father's delight. Sebastian wasn't really sure why they had a registry with things they needed when they could just buy them all themselves, but he supposed people liked giving gifts so it was better to have the list. Just as he was scrolling through he heard Patrick's voice and his lips tilted up in a smile. Without looking up at Patrick, he said, "oh, I'm sure we can find somewhere to get you frisked if you're that desperate." He looked up at him with chuckle, "just say the word." He shut his laptop and slid it into his bag then nodded at the seat across from him. They had time before their flight, which is why Sebastian had a rather nice glass of wine (French, obviously) he was sipping. "I don't think I've ever needed a holiday more," he said, honestly.

PM: You wish. I just don't want us to miss our plane because the little Prince can't get anywhere at the due time.

PM: Do I look like a travel economy to you, asshole?

PM: My apologies, I don't know how the lower ranks travel ;)

PM: See you at the airport, asshole.

A Maldivian Summer || Sebtrick (January 2024)

Sebastian thanked his driver as he unloaded the trunk for him, given the man was far too entrenched in tradition to let Sebastian grab his own bags. He had to almost fight for him to not call some airport assistant, and informed him he was fine to take his own bags from here, but thank you. The driver - Leo - hesitated for a moment but then Sebastian just raised his eyes at him. He'd known him for years at this point. "Leo," he said, "I am not my brothers or my fathers and I can take my own bag." "Of course princes monseigneur." Sebastian nodded at him, took the bags from him. He was glad he didn't have to do much convincing over this trip. Not Leo about the bags or calling assistance, but particularly not his father about bringing some kind of security detail. Thankfully his family had got used to the work he now did with Patrick, though it had gone far beyond a simple PR stunt following an online argument. His family didn't need to know this was a trip of leisure of course, it was irrelevant.

He made his way into the airport. He might have got a couple of looks but on the whole he was never widely recognised out in public, unless he was in France of course. And the looks he was getting was probably mostly from French travellers, or people who followed far too many gossip tabloids. He smiled politely at some people who clearly recognised him then made his way over to the priority line to get checked in so he could make his way to the lounge and wait for Patrick to arrive. Patrick, whose relationship with him was... complicated. They were no longer enemies of that he was sure. They were friends by now, though they still enjoyed teasing each other and quite frankly Sebastian wouldn't have it any other way. Patrick was one of the few people who actually understood what it was like to live this life. And yes, they'd hooked up a few times now and Sebastian was sure they'd hook up in the Maldives too. What he was ignoring though was the voice in the back of his head that was telling him it might be more than just that, at least to him. Because he wasn't quite sure he was ready to address that.

A Maldivian Summer || Sebtrick (January 2024)

PM: That's the Universe's way of telling my choice was the most adequate one, of course.

PM: And easy to deal with.

PM: Next weekend. Saturday. We'll catch the last flight out of Heathrow, on British Airways. Direct flight, I don't do stopovers. The flight is at 6:15 pm so you have to be there much earlier. Not that I need to remind you of that, but you never know :P

PM: Aw, do you miss me so much you want to spend extra time at the airport instead of meeting there. It's okay, I understand ;)

PM: I'll be there. Business class lounge, of course - I'm not flying economy.

PM: That, I have no doubt about, whatsoever ;)

PM: Agreed. The less clothes the better. We're far too handsome to be covered up in all these layers. The nerve.

PM: Does the Maldives sound good to you? I have a friend who can let us have his house for as long as we want.

PM: Sounds perfect - the house I had booked in Thailand fell through anyway and I'm itching for some sun.

PM: And fun.

PM: Just let me know the time and the place.

PM: I'm seriously done with this cold weather. We should do that trip we talked about, somewhere warm preferibly. How's your schedule looking these days?

PM: Wide open ;)

PM: And god yes. Get me out of this dreary winter everybody in a shitty mood weather.

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

His face, up until recently mood and broody because of what had happened with his father, suddenly lit up with the idea Sebastian was purposing. "Thailand? That sounds exquisitely exotic. I love it." He chuckled and finished fixing his shirt and jacket down. "Indeed. You never know who you can run to, even in the furthest places in the world." He winked at him, then noticed a small wrink on the other's lapel and he reached his hand out and fixed. "There you go. We need to look our best Your Highness" he said with a playful tone, then leaned in and kissed him soundly on the lips, and as he pulled back he lingered over Sebastian's lips. "Hold onto that until we meet again, Monsieur Smythe" he said with a smug look on his face, then chuckled and walked past him and out of the room, to head back down where the guests were.

Sebastian looked down at Patrick's hand when the man deftly fixed up his lapel, then back up at him with a laugh. He was about to reply something along the lines of the fact he could wear a crumpled garbage bag and still look better than the others in the room but he barely had a chance to translate the words in his head before Patrick's lips were on his, kissing him. He went to pull him closer but Patrick already broke the kiss, telling him to hold onto that. Sebastian watched him leave, muttering to himself "putain de taquinerie." knowing he would need to rejoin the party soon too or people would wonder where they were. But he couldn't walk in right after Patrick so he waited a little while, having a few more sips of the previously forgotten champagne, before heading back downstairs to work the room, and try to get as many donations as they can.

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The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick sighed and also pushed himself up straight, knowing that they had a job, a serious job to do and finish that night, and he had grown fond of the projects he and Sebastian thought up together to let it just fail. He was fixing his shirt down a bit, then looked up when Sebastian said that. A small grin curled the corner of his lips, and he took a couple of steps closer to where the other man was now standing. "Monsieur Smythe... Are you suggesting we become friends with benefits?" he said with a playful tone, now standing just against Sebastian, nothing but a small gap between them. "Because I don't think we'd survive to that part you're so much against anyway. Besides, what's best than a drink and good fuck when two friends happen to meet, right?" He chuckled and stepped back. "It'd be a shame, yes. So sure. Why not? Maybe if we plan it right, we could just simply go some place where we knew there'd be no one to tell on us. Like an island somewhere in the Pacific or something like that. A sex vacation between friends, how's that?"

Sebastian shrugged at the friends with benefit comment, "hey, you said it, not me." As thought it hadn't been exactly what he had been suggesting. They were virtually the same height, so when Patrick stepped up to him they were at eye level and Sebastian's which meant he doubted the Duke would miss the quick flick of Sebastian's gaze to Patrick's lips, then back up again. He hadn't wanted to suggest anything overly planned to Patrick, but he certainly wasn't going to say no to the idea of his summer break maybe getting a little more interesting. "I was thinking of going to Thailand over the summer... maybe I'll text you the details and if you happen to show up, it wouldn't be the worst thing. Une heureuse coïncidence, non?"

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick scoffed. "You're right. Damn Lucky. Unlike me, first born, only male. Hooray for traditions." The sarcasm was now pouring freely from his lips." He looked down at the bottle being placed aside, and again he didn't take it to drink more. "Either way, things are what they are. There's nothing to do but to wait for the punchline, but also to have fun while it finally gets here." He looked to the sides and chuckled. "The last time you and I were in a big room with a piano like this things were very different. Much less stressful, to say the least." He chuckled and cracked his knuckles to try and push his anxiety down, which usually worked. The other thing he used to do was punching something, but he didn't feel that apply for that moment. "Anyway... I guess we best go back downstaits and try to save what's left for the night, huh?"

Sebastian hummed when Patrick mentioned the last time they were in a room like this. There was a sense of de ja vu, but a lot had changed since then. The last time they had been drunk, and it was heated, angry. There had still been an intense dislike between the two of them, whereas now Sebastian would dare to say they had become somewhat friends. "Mmm well. I suppose we definitely got some stress out that night doing other things, huh?" He sighed, pushing himself off from where he'd been sitting, "I would normally say fuck it, but I do actually care about the cause so we probably should."

He turned to walk to the door, then stopped, looking over at Patrick. "You know, if you did want to blow off some steam later... after we've successfully given your grandfather a heart attack with raising money for 'the gays'," he said with air quotes, rolling his eyes, "we could make hooking up a regular thing. Not like that," he said quickly. "But if we're in the same place and we're both horny," he shrugged, "at least I can trust you to be discrete and nothing will end up in the papers. And we know the sex is great, why deny it?"

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick chuckled. "If it doesn't give him one, at least he could well schooled on how things really function in the real world" he said bitterly, then shrugged. "Oh, that's a true fact. He is one. A dick stuck in the 18th century, if not before that." He huffed, then gave the bottle out to Sebastian and held his hands together between his legs, which were now bouncing back and forth, a clear sign that his anxiety was creeping its ugly head up. "I won't let this idea down either. I also have my own money, if it comes to that. Or maybe we could look for more support elsewhere. We'll see."

He took the bottle back from Sebastian, but instead of taking a drink he put down on the counter. "You must be thinking I'm a fucking coward, don't you? Someone helplessly bounded to do as he is told, and married some woman to have some babies to keep the family grip on the King's good grace, unlike you, who doesn't have to suffer all that. Go ahead, say it. It's not like it isn't true. It's not like it isn't exacly how it's going to happen." He sighed and looked down, his eyes closed as he tried to remain calm. It was not an usual ocurring when he showed himself to be this vulnerable, and it would come a moment when he would think why was he letting Sebastian Smythe, of all people, to see him like that.

Sebastian didn't answer right away, instead he took in Patrick's mannerisms and how he set the bottle aside instead of taking a drink. "I don't think you're a coward, Patrick." He finally said, shrugging. "though I think you're well within your right to tell your grandfather to fuck off and to fuck and marry whoever you want, I also think you and I live lives the public will never understand, and that involves centuries of tradition and pressure. You think if my oldest brother was gay, my father would have been so accepting? Of course not. He's first in line for the throne, and he has to marry a good standing woman and create heirs. I'm the spare's spare so I think my father doesn't really care as much because by the time my oldest brother, and then my second oldest brother have kids I'll be like way down the heir chain." He reached over and grabbed the bottle, taking a swig before putting it aside again. "But I know that also means I am lucky to be the third born."

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick was pacing back and forth in front of the window, from time to time looking outside and wishing he could somehow grow a pair of wings and could fly away. Some people would have found it hard to believe how someone with his money and pull would still have to live his life as half a lie. Or worse. A total lie. He had no doubt his grandfather would eventually have his wish fulfilled, with him married, to older male, and give him an heir to their House.

Sebastian's voice pulled him out from his train of thought and he turned on the spot to look at where the other man was. "It definitely isn't" he said plainly, then walked towards him with long strides and reached to take the bottle from him, and took a long gulp in. "So, how's it going out there? Are we a roaring success, or should we start looking for a new cause soon? I bet my grandfather would have a laugh if we had to do just that." He walked to a nearby counter and climbed to sit on top of it, while he took another good sip of the champagne.

Sebastian watched as Patrick stride across the room, his demeanour obvious, so he held the bottle out for him to take without a word, watching as he took a long drink. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as Patrick sat on top of the counter and shrugged. "I think it's going well. Honestly, I didn't really check but nobody seemed to be clutching their pearls too tightly. I don't really care what my Dad says about making it a show, not using crown money etc etc. If it doesn't do well I'll invest my own money into it, so it's happening regardless. Maybe we can offered your grandfather a tour after they're built - might be lucky enough to give him a heart attack." He paused, after he said that, "sorry - I suppose I shouldn't say that. He's still your grandfather but he really seems like a dick." He pushed himself off of the wall, walking over to Patrick and taking the bottle to have a drink, before passing it back to the other man.

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick did a small nod with his head when Sebastian was done talking, then chuckled when the other asked him that. "Who knows-" he started to say, then at that very moment he caught his grandfather looking back at him, with eyes like daggers that he seemed to want to throw at him. "He's still standing, so there's that" he said with another chuckle, this a much dryer one. He stopped one of the waiters passing by and grabbed to champagne flutes, and gave one to Sebastian. "Do you ever stop to think that this sort of thing shouldn't be necessary? You and I, of all people, have more than enough resources to do everything that needs to be done with our projects, and yet we can't." He scoffed. "I sometimes feel like monarchies are such a silly thing." He was about to say something else, when someone came up to him, saying that his grandfather, the Duke wanted a word with him. "That was short lived" he said sarcastically, then drank the rest of his champagne in one go and looked at Sebastian with a shrug before following the other to where his grandfather.

He wasn't surprised about what was expecting him when he got there, both men then moving to the side to a more private corner. He had to use all of his strength not to roll his eyes at the older man when he started ranting about him saying he 'belonged' to the LGBTI+Q community (he made airquotes and everything), and how he shouldn't have said that because people will talk, and how he was supposed to pick up a wife soon enough so their family would stay in the goods with the King. Sometimes it was impossible for Patrick to understand how did he still love that man, a man who would never accept him for who he was. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "I needed to sell the idea, abuelo. It's best if people think I'm one of them" he explained plainly, then with a sounding 'you better', in Spanish of course, the Duke turned around and left Patrick there.

He squeezed his fists so hard his knuckles turned white, and when the urging desire to punch a wall lurked to the surface dangerously close, he turned around and stormed out of the room, and up the stairs to where the guest rooms and other types of room were. He did kick the door open though, and slammed it shut behind him before he started pacing up and down, like a caged tiger.

Sebastian took the champagne from Patrick and gave a soft hum at his words, "yeah - but they'd never let us use crown money for that. It's all about building an image of charity. Giving it away quietly and there's no big shiny ribbon to cut." He shrugged, then muttered, "toujours une performance à réaliser." They didn't get to elaborate on that though, since Patrick was effectively summoned to go speak to his grandfather, nodding in response to Patrick's shrug as he watched him leave.

He sipped on his drink, watching Patrick speak to his grandfather on the other side of the room, in a corner of course, not to be overhead, but still not completely hidden from the rest of the room. He doubted The Duke would want it to look like they had something to hide or give people a reason to talk. He had been so focused on watching Patrick, that he didn't even notice Jeff come up beside him. "Nice speech," Jeff said, causing Sebastian to jump and look at him, "I'm sure you had all these rich folks pulling out their wallets." "Some of them," Sebastian agreed mildly, "I'm sure the others were offended we'd even ask them to donate to such a cause and have already left." "Ah well. Good riddance."

Jeff followed Sebastian's gaze, just enough time to see Patrick's grandfather leaving Patrick there, and then Patrick storming off. "You're about to leave me here, again, aren't you." Sebastian looked at Jeff, having at least the grace to look a little guilty at that, "sorry? But yeah, I have to go check he's alright. You'll be okay, yeah?" "Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine. Go." "Thanks," Sebastian nodded, downing the rest of his champagne and setting the glass aside. When the bartender was looking the other way, he quickly swiped a bottle, and headed in the direction Patrick had left.

It took him a little bit to find him, glancing in the empty rooms until he found him. "Hey," he said, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. He could see Patrick was pissed and it was probably 50/50 if the other man told him to effectively get the fuck out and leave him alone. "I stole some champagne if you want to drown whatever that conversation was away with alcohol - although is it still stealing if we paid for it to begin with?" There was already hits of de ja vu - of them in a room, sharing a bottle of champagne at a gala. He wondered if it would end the same way too (though he was sure this time it would be Patrick fucking him because of the two of them, he definitely needed the outlet).

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick had to hold back to scoff when Sebastian commented about that 'mouthful' bit, even if he knew he wasn't in the wrong at all. As used to as he was to have a swarm of flashes straight at his face, he had to squint a bit before he started talking. He saw the look Sebastian gave him sideways when he stepped aside for the other to take the microphone and smiled. He loved to annoy the other like that. He nodded, then held his hands together in front of him while he listened to the Prince talk, then scoped the room with a quick glance, seeing the look in people's faces, most of them nodding when Sebastian spoke about the impact their first co-joint project had have so far.

Then, Sebastian went on explaining what their second project was about, and there was a half second moment of silence,before a soft murmur could be heard rippling across the room. He saw Sebastian motioning at him and nodded, then stepped forward. "As Sebastian has pointed out, the LGBT, and also Q and I community have had, and still have their big share of rough encounters with people who aren't always the most welcoming and inclusive, not only at their homes, but also their schools, the place where they work, or the street itself. And we want to do something about it."

He turned his head a bit to look at Sebastian, then looked ahead again. "As members of the LGBTQ+I community, and as people with the actual pull to do something about it, we feel we wouldn't be fullfilling our duty to our community, and our countries if we just step aside and let things fly. These shelters, as the ones we have already working, will have everything needed to make it a home, a haven, a place where they can be safe and happy, surrounded by people who understands their situation. They will have healthcare, both physical and psychological, food, education, a warm place to sleep, and to sum it up, everything to make their lives a bit better. And so tonight, we- Sebastian and I, ask for you help to get us to make our project a reality. Thank you." Patrick took one step behind and looked at Sebastian.

Sebastian listened to Patrick speak, but also monitored the crowd for their reactions. Even though he did believe society was changing, it was still difficult to imagine how those in the upper echelons would react to such a project. Their previous project had been focused on providing opportunities to lower income students in both Spain and France, though it was not demographic specific. Whilst this was, he hoped the support was still there.

When Patrick stepped aside he nodded, and stepped up to the microphone again to wrap it up. "All proceeds from tonight go towards bringing this project to light, including your entry tickets. There are also several donation points throughout the room where you can donate via your phone or a card, but here you can also find out more information on our proposed shelters, and the benefits they will bring to not only those residing in the shelters, but the local communities they exist in. We will also have an auction later in the evening as you all know. As Patrick said, we both ask for your help to make this project a reality. Thank you."

He looked at Patrick and then the two of them left the stage to mostly a smattering of applause, which he hoped was a good sign for the money they could raise tonight. "Do you think your grandfather survived that?" Sebastian asked Patrick in a low voice, so only he would hear him, as they exited the stage.

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick laughed. "No, I guess they can't. They have to put up with me while I'm still alive, which you and I both know is somewhat of a treat." He winked at him playfully, then shook his head. "Far from it. I'm actually very excited about this project. Something we can gove back to those less lucky than us, but who are similar to us in more ways than just one." He straightened his jacket and down a bit, so he would look presentable while on stage and nodded. "Exactly. It's showtime." He signaled the person in charge with the general protocol, since he was the one who knew that, when Patrick signaled him, he had to take the stage and calling out for the people's attention.

"Please welcome to the stage His Royal Highness, Prince Sebastian Smythe, and His Most Excellent Sir, the Duke of Alcalá, Patrick Blanco."

Patrick scoffed a little. "There's a mouthful for you" he said with a chuckle, then walked beside Sebastian as they both took the stage, the applause sounding all around them as they waved politely at the people, and of course at the dozens of photographers who were flashing their cameras at them. "Thank you all very much, and thank you for coming tonight" he said, after the applause started to finally come down. "Both Prince Sebastian and I are excited about the project which had brought us here tonight, and to finally tell you all about it. But I will let him to explain a bit more. Sebastian?" he said, motionining at him to step forward to the microphone.

Sebastian had to resist rolling his eyes at the hush that came over the room when their names were announced. He knew that these people would be the reason their project happened, that the money donated was needed to make sure the shelters would be able to exist. But he also knew they were here so they could say they met royalty, or for a tax write-off. Or both, probably.

He laughed when Patrick made a comment about it being a mouthful, then quipped "I can think of a mouthful I'd prefer," under his breath so only Patrick could hear him. He raised his hand, waving and sending poised smiles at the photographers because he wasn't about to let an unflattering photo of him end up online. He knew exactly how to walk, wave and talk in a way that resulted in good photos.

Sebastian resisted giving Patrick a look when he gestured him towards the microphone. Honestly, how did he manage to draw the short straw with Patrick greeting the guests, and him telling them about the project. Still, he stepped up the microphone, gracious and poised as always. "Merci, Patrick."

"As you know, our first project together brought opportunities to students across France and Spain, to travel and experience life in another country. Patrick and I love our countries and communities, something that might have been a point of animosity to each in our younger years." A soft chuckle rippled through the crowd. "We wanted others to experience them as well. Opportunities these students would likely not have had without your support, of which Patrick and I are very grateful for. The start of this second project will not impact those who will continue to benefit from that program.

"But there is another community that we both care deeply for," Sebastian continued, "and we hope that you too will support and care for this cause as you have our other. So tonight, Patrick and I are announcing the pilot program for LGBT shelters, helping those who are unable to stay safe at home due to their gender or sexual orientation. We will be opening up one location in France, and one in Spain, and working with the relevant experts in the fields to ensure the shelters are inclusive, safe and nurturing for those staying there." He looked at Patrick, for him to add more.

The Wrong Date? || Sebtrick (September 2023)

Patrick chuckled as he watched Jeff walking away, and truly enough he was soon exchanging words with his date, which wasn't that hard to get actually. He turned to stand in front of Sebastian and nodded. "Of course I did, but I wouldn't be surprised if he tuned my out after I said it, and only processed the 'shelter' bit of it, and I'm sure that's how he sold it to the press." He scoffed. "I'm his only male grandson. Trust me- He can't get rid of me that easy. I'm the only one who can carry on the family name, and I wouldn't be surprised if he still harbors the hope of a male heir who can carry the title on. I guess if I don't, and the name were to die with me, we would all be strip from our title by the King." He huffed. "Isn't royalty a treat in real life?" He asked the bartender for another drink, then downed it all in one go. "So, how about it? Should we make the announcement and get on with it? Rip the bandage in a way?"

Sebastian had never really thought about that - the pressure of being the only male heir in a family. He had two older brothers so he was often thought of as the spare to the spare - and he would only be pushed further down the line when his older brother had children. There had never been any pressure on him from family members to carry on the name or the genes - of course there was still some general disappointment when they'd found out he was gay, but it wasn't this potentially ending of a royal line type situation. "Surely they can't strip you of any titles while you're alive, no?" He thought about those who fathered children late in life and while he obviously didn't suspect Patrick to do that, the genetic possibility would remain.

He laughed when Patrick said they could rip off the bandage now, "you make it sound like what we're announcing is horrid. Comme une sorte de cauchemar. Kidnapping all the guests," he gave Patrick an amused look, then downed his drink in one, "but yes. I think if most of the guests are here we are best to announce it now so we can open the donations up and get the fundraising going. Since that's why we're here, right?"

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