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crownproud·:
koenraad: hm, can you really measure the amount of times i’ve had to force you to keep your clothes on with a number? koenraad: why?
xavier: yes, you can tbh xavier: i’m trying to figure out what i may or may have not done
outgoing text to: korey 😈👑
xavier: ko...
xavier: on a scale from one to ten
xavier: how messy am i whilst drunk
regalfright·:
the english prince is startled when the other follows him, and even more so when he starts to speak. his head is pounding and his heart is racing and whilst he knows he shouldn’t have runaway like that, he couldn’t stop himself. there’s so much he needs to touch upon, to question. he never trusted xavier’s dad, but he never knew the extent of his villainy, he’d ask him about that when his head was a little less foggy. the latter five words are what cause him to snap at first. turning around he looks up at him with a frown. “i don’t care what i deserve, xavier. i want you. i’ve always wanted you!” it escapes him before he has a chance to really think about it and now he’s started - much like an avalanche - he can’t stop it. “and i’ll never hate you…not in a million zillion years, and i wasn’t uncomfortable – that’s…that’s the problem, you see? that’s…my problem.” he’s not entirely sure he is making much sense, but in equal measure – he’s just spilling his guts. his mind is a daze and all he can do is speak, speak the words he never, ever thought he would. “i’m the biggest idiot on the planet. you’re – the best friend i’ve ever had and i had to – i’ve ruined it, because all i can ever think about is that kiss, because i know it didn’t – doesn’t mean anything to you and i’m not mad at you for that, but i’m mad it means so much to me. i’m mad that you’re all i think about all the time, i’m mad that - that someone else has always got to you first, and – that you’ll never like me. i’m mad that boys like me only get who they want in stupid romantic comedies and i’m mad that for a little while i believed it was possible, too. of course it isn’t though, right? because you’re xavier kennedy, future king of america – beautiful and interesting and bold and…and i’m – me. you deserve the best. to know that who you are is absolutely perfect, no matter what your dumb dad might say or think or do…”
he points to the club then, where they’d just been, head aching all the more. “you have no idea how much i want that with you, all of that. how often i think about being that close with you, but if i’m just…a one night thing…i’ll never, ever live it down. i’ll never stop thinking about it and it’ll be so much worse than the kiss, so much worse.” tears had fogged his vision, though he only recognises that when he looks up to see a blurred boy standing in front of him. it might make it a little easier to confess, not being able to see the full extent of his disgust. he’s not even sure he’ll remember most of this in the morning, not that he was really focusing on that, in the moment. “i-i…i’m in love with you, xav…and- and – i don’t know how to stop. please tell me how to stop? i don’t want to lose you because of this, i…” he trails off then, sitting himself down against the side; quietly admitting defeat. "can we go home, please? or…if you want to stay i’ll just go…that’s cool, too.”
in the moment, xavier swears he doesn’t know what’s hit him. he absolutely has never felt so overwhelmed in his life. he’s swept up in the feelings, and his heart is going a hundred miles per hour. his stomach feels like it’s going to explode with a thousand fluttering creatures, and he’s just completely and utterly shocked. he doesn’t speak at first. he’s quiet and demure while trying to process everything the british prince has admitted. “ albie... ” his voice trails off. say it, dumbass. say it, echoes throughout his mind. he wants to say he loves him, always has, and always will. but he can’t, not with albie in his current state. they’re both plastered off their asses, but he doesn’t want to do anything he’d regret. for once in his life, xavier kennedy is going to be a responsible adult. “ albie, ” he starts, loudly and clearly, “ you could never be a one night thing. i mean that. i’d never treat you like that. you’re so much more to me than that. you’re my friend. i’m not going anywhere without out. ”
xavier feels his better judgement fly out the window. he can’t hold himself back any longer, can’t withhold the truth from albie. “ fuck it, ” he mutters under his breath. “ albie windsor, i have loved you since i was sixteen years old. sixteen. all this bullshit i do? it’s because i can’t stop thinking about you... about how your fucking lips felt so good on mine when we snuck off from our parents and spent all day together. i’ve tried to get over you because i thought you didn’t like me like that. and no matter what i do, i can’t. it’s impossible, albie, ” xavier admits. he’s so worked up now he’s got tears streaming down his pale face. he smears them away with the sleeve of his shirt, eyes burning from the salinity. xavier steps forward boldly, his hands on albie’s face. “ i love you too, albie windsor, ” he whispers before his lips are on the other’s. they linger there for a moment, trying to cherish the moment. “ now, let’s go home. ”
regalfright:
albie doesn’t know what to make of this, his mind is travelling a million - billion - zillion miles a minute and his chest feels as though it’s going to implode, whilst his heart does the opposite. for years he’d dreamed of scenarios similar to this – but he never predicted any would come into fruition. he’s overwhelmed, mind-blown and never wants this feeling to end. right now, he’s able to kid himself that it’s more than just the alcohol talking, than a bit of fun to get the attention of a room. it’s dangerous and it’ll ultimately end in disappointment and heartbreak - but he craves it too much. the way xavier whispers in his ear could tempt him to commit murders and he knows that he’s too far gone, in too deep. “ok-okay,” he murmurs then, looking up at him dark hues even darker than usual. arms snake their way around his neck and he presses himself closer to him, still. “how’d we do it, xavier?” he’ll ask then, fingertips stroking against the back of his neck. he’s not thinking clearly; blame it on the alcohol, blame it on his undying feelings for the other brunet. either way, he can’t escape it but suddenly he feels sick to his stomach. “i need – i need air,” he murmurs out then, pulling back he doesn’t anticipate the other following him. he barges through the crowd, still himself enough to drop little apologies that’ll go unnoticed around the room as he takes his leave from the club, heart hammering against his rib cage. you’ve missed your chance, idiot.
he’s fucked up. he’s fucked up. he’s fucked up. that’s all xavier can hear coming through his mind once he sees albie fleeing. he feels like crying in the middle of the club. yes, xavier kennedy actually has feelings. he knows he’s messed up their whole friendship now. he should have seen it coming. the innuendo and banter through text was fine, but to actually act on it ?? he couldn’t believe he’d fucked up one of the few friendships he actually had because he couldn’t keep his heart or dick at bay. he doesn’t know what to do at all. does he follow him and make sure he’s okay ?? or would that make things exponentially worse ?? had it been anyone else, xavier wouldn’t be this worried. he’d just stay and drink the night away — even more than he already had... but albie was a different story completely. xavier wouldn’t be okay with himself if he left albie by himself when he was clearly not okay. he’s pushing his way through the crowd, not even bothering to be polite. he’s got tears forming in his dark brown eyes, and his hands are shaking. maybe his thoughts were clouded from the alcohol, and it caused all this... but the least he could do was apologize and make sure his best friend was okay. as he pushes the door to go outside, xavier rushes over to the british prince, wiping a tear from his face. “ albie, i’m sorry. i fucked up, and i don’t want you to hate me because i... i put you in a situation you didn’t feel comfortable with. i’m sorry, albie. so, so, sorry. but i can’t lose you, albie. you’re the only person who cares about me... and i mean that, ” he says, words heavy from the tears. “ you make me so happy, albie. i just... when i’m around you i forget about all the hell my dad’s put me through. i haven’t told anyone this, but he’s evil, albie. a-and you’re not. you care about me. and i don’t want to lose you over me being a horny jackass who doesn’t understand boundaries. i’m sorry for tonight, and i’m sorry for kissing you all those years ago. you deserve better than me. ”
noblecynic:
he smiles, because he’s not remotely scared of the other boy. “the problem is, kennedy – that whilst doing what you did ultimately destroyed my life. you’ve made it so i’m completely untouchable.” he’ll admit then, with a cock of his head. “i have nothing left to lose. can you say the same?” he’ll ask him then, brow peaking upwards as he takes a step closer. his voice is quiet but full of venom as his gaze bores into the other’s own. “don’t try me, xavier – because i will win this time and you’ll wish you never even met me.”
“ is that so, martin ?? don’t test me, ” xavier retorts, venom laced in his every syllable. “ no one is untouchable. but don’t put it past me to do whatever it takes to see you miserable or on your knees, begging me for mercy, ” he adds coldly. he wasn’t phased by the boy’s empty remarks whatsoever; in fact, he deemed them laughable. after all, there was very little left that could hurt him, in his own opinion. the years of abuse from his father had toughened his skin, so much that he seldom grew attached to anyone, other than albie, of course. and if anyone touched a hair on albie’s head, he’d have their head on a silver platter with in minutes. “ do your worst, lockie,” he says, arrogance seeping through.
noblecynic:
lachlan didn’t really know what xavier’s problem was, but it wasn’t as though he was all ears ready to have it confirmed to him. he didn’t care about that and he didn’t care about the boy in front of him, generally, either. “what the fuck is that meant to mean, mafia man? you want me to be scared of you, kennedy? you’re a fuckin’ joke, most people think it…if not everyone.” he’ll cock his brow and a harsh scoff escapes his lips after the fact. “nobody wants you around, nobody wants you to be king…you’d be awful at it, even worse than your ghastly father and that’s really saying something, isn’t it?”
xavier’s laughter continues; he can’t even begin to take the other boy seriously. while some of the things lachlan were his insecurities, he wouldn’t let that show. “ a joke ?? if that’s the case, then that’s quite sad for you for an array of reasons, ” he retorts, smug look on his face. “ aw, the poor little prince of new zealand got his feelings hurt. let’s also remember who holds the cards here, huh ?? think before you bark up the wrong tree because i promise you... you don’t want to mess with me, lachlan. ”
regalfright:
“i’m enjoying it, xav. i promise.” his words escape easier now; the alcohol helping facilitate the words he really wants to use instead of getting stuck in his throat like usual. albie needed to step out of his comfort zone and being around xavier provided enough motivation to make that happen. he’d seen the other boy with somebody else and whilst he was sure that had he admitted to his feelings, nothing good would have come from it, he was still filled with a quiet determination to prove he was more than anybody viewed him as. more than innocent little albie. his heart felt as though it was beating outside of himself; he was sure if he was a cartoon he’d have a heart shape protruding from his shirt and a pair of literal heart eyes to match. he was thankful he wasn’t one. as soon as xavier’s in his lap, his stomach swirls, butterflies that were always present when the american prince were now going manic. he looks up at him, and his breath hitches, not quite believing this is actually reality and not a figment of his fairly extensive imagination. “i think hundreds of thousands would kill to be in mine.” he disputes playfully, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. it’s with a surge of momentary confidence that he reaches out, hands resting against his hips, head canting as xavier speaks to him. he was sure he could whisper the declaration of independence into his ear and it would have him squirming. “i don’t want you to stop.” he speaks assuredly now, more certain than he’s sure he’s ever been in his life. the alcohol was seeping into his system now, overwhelming him more and more. making him all the more susceptible to honesty.
“as you should be, alb. you deserve it,” he whispers in his ear, nibbling on it softly. the alcohol was making its course through xavier’s veins, but unlike the other times, he felt different. he felt alive for the first time, which was what he so desperately sought after with alcohol. the booming bass from the song playing, the multitude of flashing colored lights, and albie’s mere presence were just fueling the fire within inside the american prince. he could’ve never imagined that he was going to actually be straddling the british boy’s hips, hands running through albie’s curly locks. xavier’s only wish was that he wouldn’t regret in the morning, but he pushes that thought to the very back of his mind, instead choosing to concentrate on the task at hand. his index finger wraps around the string of albie’s hoodie before he’s moving off the boy. standing up, he grabs the boy’s hand so the two are facing each other, mere inches separating their faces. “ let’s take this up a notch, huh ?? ” he poses it as a question, but it’s much more than that. it’s a plea almost; he wants albie to know how he desperately wants this more than anything in the whole world. “ let’s put on a show for ‘em, ” xavier whispers it in albie’s ear once more. this time, however, he’s more commanding, as his hands tangle in albie’s locks once again.
noblecynic:
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“oh. it’s you.” the grimace that touches his expression is genuine. whilst he might have forgotten the direct cause of his dislike for the american prince, he was still holding onto it firmly. maybe it was wrong of him but if lachlan was good at anything it was holding a grudge and being incredibly stubborn about it. “…and there was me hoping you’d just – vanish or something, guess i’m not as lucky as i always anticipated myself being, huh?” he’ll question then, with a cock of his brow.
a bitter laugh escapes xavier’s lips upon hearing lachlan’s comments. the two have had a rocky relationship the past few months, which was most certainly his own fault... but xavier hadn’t seemed to care too much. in fact, just the new zealander’s prescence irked him, and he could feel his skin crawling already. “ oh, please, like you could ever get rid of me, especially without hearing about it, ” he spits out, eyes rolling. “ you, on the other hand ?? poof !! and no one’d even bat an eye. ”
espenhagebak:
at your own wedding, you were supposed to mingle and wander about as you welcomed guests and thanked them. that wasn’t the case for espen. instead, he was sitting at a table, picking at his food. it was a hard time for him. neither of his parents were there, his ‘friends’ hated him. why was his life falling apart around him? all except linnea. “do you want it? i’m not hungry.”
xavier wasn’t quite sure that espen even wanted to deal with him after the whole brigade blowout, but the american still wanted him to know that he did genuinely hope he was doing well. as he moved closer to the boy, he shook his head. “ no, i’m good but thanks, esp, ” xavier spoke quietly. clearing his throat, he inquired, “ how are you doing ?? are you excited for the, uh, wedding ?? ”
╰ °.✧.° ( crown prince of america xavier kennedy attends the wedding of prince espen hagebak of norway & princess linnea nilsson of sweden )
slurred words ( from alb ) idk if i sent this yet so
“ oh god... albie ?? ” xavier speaks, stumbling over his words already. “ i don’t even know where to start with that boy... i love him. yeah, xavier kennedy does, indeed, have a heart, shocking, i know, ” he says, laughing almost manically. “ i’ve loved him for a long time, you know ?? guess i didn’t realize it, well, no... i guess i didn’t want to admit it for awhile. but he’s so hard to resist... see what happened was i kissed albie when he was, um, sixteen ?? he says it’s his first kiss, but... anyway, i kissed him, and ever since that trip to england, i’ve loved him... so much, but i had that thing with miles ‘cause i thought albie didn’t like me... at least not like that, but apparently he did, ” xavier explains with hand gestures and all. “ but he’s got the cutest little geeky air around him, but he’s so much more than that. he’s so caring, pretty sure he’d give someone the shirt off his back if they needed it badly—hell, don’t even have to be badly. he’s give anyone who’d ask for his shirt it really, ” he continues, eyes lighting up as he goes on. “ and don’t even get me started on his music taste... it’s so cute. as much as i hate listening to that godforsaken ‘or nah’ song, have to admit it’s really cute to see him dancing to it when he doesn’t think i’m paying attention, ” gushes xavier. the butterflies in his stomach are fluttering away again as he just thinks of the boy and how much he cares about him. “ all that said... i don’t deserve him. he’s too good for me, and i really think he could do better than me... even if he doesn’t believe it, i do. but i’m so, so, so, so thankful that he graces me with his presence every day. god, i don’t even know if i should be talking about this... he’s going to kill me. ”
baby’s breath, clover.
baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?
“ proud slytherin here. ”
clover; how would your friends describe you?
“ it’d depend on which friend, i guess. i think misha would probably call me a nerd. ko would call me an idiot... and i think mark would call me a caremonda or a hijueputa. albie would probably call me a lovable nuance, i think. ” // @mishaivanovnazvereva, @priincecastillos, @regalfright, && @crownproud
daphne, primula, snowflake, blazing star
daphne; do you believe in karma?
“ i don’t know. i mean i’d like to think the sentiment is true, but i couldn’t like... positively say i have faith in it ?? ”
primula; what makes you sad?
“ well, that’s a bit of broad question... but i think the thing that makes me saddest is that there are people who don’t have the same opportunities as me that go through of the same things as i do—like homophobia, i mean. it keeps me up at night sometimes. ”
snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?
“ while i do love cats, i’m a dog person all the way. i don’t know what i’d do without my pup jack. ”
blazing star; share a secret.
“ hm... when i turned nineteen, i got to have a sleepover in the met. they said they were closed for renovations, but... it was because we rented it out, and we had a blast... the met gala was shaking. ”
“MUSIC” ( alb )
SEND ME “MUSIC” AND I’LL PICK A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF YOUR MUSE
“late to the party” // kacey musgraves
“MUSIC”
SEND ME “MUSIC” AND I’LL PICK A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF YOUR MUSE
“fourfiveseconds” by rihanna, paul mccartney
MUSIC
SEND ME “MUSIC” AND I’LL PICK A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF YOUR MUSE
“lean on me” // bill withers
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
