Unbetitelt

[piratefalls]

figured since there's so many of them now i should probably put them all on their own post. so far we're up to a collective 383 fics. new lists drop tuesdays!

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[piratefalls]

so for funsies i did the math on the number of notes only eight of these lists has accumulated and somehow we crossed 1k as of yesterday. what - and i mean this affectionately - the fuck? thank you for entertaining a girl who just likes to make lists and be part of things. once again, this got out of hand. oops.

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Yours Completely by SatinBirds

“Henry, were you leaving in the middle of the night?” Alex sounds stupefied and furious to his own ears. “Yes.” His voice is hoarse and weak, yet the word is abrupt and final. Blue, helpless eyes finally stare back at him, and there’s desperation in them. “I was.”

assumption by rizcriz

Henry’s distracted when he answers the regularly scheduled biweekly call with his best friend. He’s got an airpod in one ear that he uses to answer the call, and doesn’t even wait for Pez to start talking before he’s venting about his roommate. “I am so tired of being in love with him, Pez,” He says, crawling under his desk and reaching for the pencil he dropped. “He’s so bloody beautiful and kind and today, he made me breakfast. He did research, Pez. Research!” He snags the pencil from the furthest depths beneath his desk and crawls out from beneath it, nearly hitting his head on the way out. “An entire english spread. Bloody bastard. He does all this shite for me and I’m just supposed to not fall in love with him?” He shakes his head as he crawls into his chair, mournfully turning his gaze to the ceiling. “It’s bad enough that he’s so bloody beautiful. How am I meant to cope? I fear I can’t keep doing this.” -- Or, Henry's just really dumb sometimes.

Pride, Prejudice and an (arrogant, insufferable) Prince by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I wouldn’t dance with him for all of England, not to mention the miserable half.” Netherfield Park is let at last, and Prince Henry manages to step on Alex's toes from the moment they meet. (Or, the Pride and Prejudice AU nobody asked for)

you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours) by kittentoes

“I wish David were here.” The sigh from his lips rustles one of Alex’s curls loosened away from under the cap. Alex’s eyebrows scrunch together and there’s a new mask edging his features. One Henry can’t quite place in his filmy headspace. “Oh. I thought… Pez said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” The bark of laughter pulled from Henry’s throat is loud and unfettered. The kind of laugh he usually keeps hidden away or stifled behind the guard of a hand against his mouth. “No, no. I mean yes, Pez’s right. But David isn’t–” Another giggle breaks into the words. “David’s a beagle, Alex.” ___ or, Henry gets high, and Alex is everything he's ever wanted.

in need of assistance by stutteringpeach

Henry has a crush on Alex. Arthur can tell.

wanna know that body like it's mine by HypnosTherapy

Henry takes a fortifying breath and sticks his tongue out for Alex to look at. “Okay good, now hold it up like this,” Alex says, holding his mouth open and sticking his tongue up against the roof of his mouth. Henry copies the motion, flinching when Alex grabs his chin and tilts his head up. He hums as he looks into Henry’s mouth, nodding to himself. “Damn, you have the perfect anatomy for a piercing.” Henry’s not even sure if that’s a compliment, but his heart skips a beat. “Thank you.” -- After losing a bet, Henry has to get a tongue piercing. Alex, the incredibly attractive piercer, gets stuck in Henry’s head in more ways than he expected.

Total Collapse by clottedcreamfudge

Henry hates him. This is an immutable fact. So, when they'd been arguing in the third floor break room and the world had started to shake, the last thing Alex had expected was to be saved from a hefty chunk of falling ceiling as it cracked and fractured above them.

These violent delights by lizzie_bennetdarcy

There's an empty corner near the back of the shop, and he tucks himself in. Perhaps he's waiting for his target to walk into the cafe — it wouldn't be the first time. Suddenly, as though a hand has reached out and yanked on his hair, Henry's gaze is lifted and he knows it's who his Senses have been telling him to find. Sitting at the table across from Henry, sinfully long eyelashes lowered as he focuses on the pile of papers in front of him is the most devastatingly beautiful man Henry has ever seen. It's such a shame he has to kill him. Henry is a vampire hunter, with a very intriguing target.

Backseat Serenade by bleedingballroomfloor

"You seriously don't remember?" "Alex, for the life of me, I do not." Alex's face splits into a devilish grin. "Oh, baby." His voice is absolutely sultry. "All I'm hearing is that I gotta make you remember."

One Too Many Mornings by OrchidScript

"Henry Fox had fallen asleep on the beach. Spread out on a worn out wool blanket, sneakers still on his feet and his baseball hat in the sand. The breeze off the ocean, thin and clammy, blew his hair back and forth across his forehead. His substantial height was betrayed by the way he curled over onto his side. His knees tucked up out of the way and his fingers resting limply in the sand. Again." When Alex high-tailed it out of California for O'ahu, he imagined quiet days at the town law firm, mornings surfing the Pacific, and warm weekends out from under his parents' political campaigns. What he gets is all of that, a little contest notoriety, and an annoying neighbor he can't seem to shake.

i like the way that you talk to me by smc_27

The bartender, in his mesh tank top, towel tucked into the back pocket of a pair of jeans, leans on the bar, eyes twinkling, and asks, “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged

Henry’s mouth opens then closes. He can feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it and hopes Alex will too. “Oh. Hello. Sorry, I’m—hi. Thanks for inviting me.” Alex’s smile only grows, and he steps back to let Henry in. “You’re the first one here. Lucky me. Come on, I’m getting some margaritas going.” Or, Henry’s new neighbour is a party-throwing, margarita-making menace, and Henry’s helpless against his charms.

Acts of Service by TuppingLiberty

After a vacation, Henry shaves Alex’s scruff off, because he loves taking care of Alex.

somehow i'd get by by anincompletelist

Henry should have known, probably, that accepting a job offer from Pez would have its nuances. It’s his own fault that he hadn’t asked more questions, that he hadn’t regarded it as a red flag when he’d had to sign several very thick NDA’s at the onboarding, when Pez had smiled so big and so secretively when they went out to celebrate afterward that Henry had to physically look away from it. Though he’s new to the city, he’d thought that working as an accountant wouldn’t offer all that many opportunities for any sort of overly odd, eclectic jobs. So he’d shown up on his first day at the provided address, a big, nondescript brick building in front of him with a duffel bag full of his sign-on papers, his computer, and a framed photo of his dog, David, ready to take up its rightful place on yet another boring, blank desk. He’d made it all of two steps inside the door before realizing that he’d just accepted a contract working for some kind of sex club. He’d stood his ground despite the burning flush that bloomed on his cheeks and then, miraculously, he’d stayed. 

Puck It by kiwiana

“I’m English, dear,” Henry tells him, and fuck if the nickname isn’t doing something to Alex too. “Our national sport is rugby, and we play it with a lot less protective gear. Though,” he adds thoughtfully, “rugby players do wear mouth guards, which means they have the significant advantage of generally keeping all their teeth.” “We wear mouth guards.” It’s a common misconception, and one that annoys the shit out of him. “And I’ve still got all my teeth. Wanna check?”

i run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild by ninzied

in which alex gets his hands on henry’s hair for a change.

Bite Your Tongue On Purpose by Woodsarelovely

“Hey, man. Can I get a black coffee to go?” “Er…” he says – a faintly bewildered expression on his face. “Yes, I imagine so.” Turns out the guy is also British, which is like, whatever. Alex gives him one of his best smiles. “Great, thanks.” Hot Barista glances vaguely around himself, then back to Alex. He looks simultaneously surprised and uncertain, like some kind of aggressively handsome time-traveller who’s been unexpectedly yeeted into a different century. After a beat, he says – “From me?” “Uh yeah. You’re working here, right?” “Well... yes?” Alex tries very hard not to sigh. Great. Looks like he’s dealing with one of those people who are so attractive, they’ve never had the need to develop any kind of personality beyond that of a Tupperware container of room-temperature potato salad. Alex absolutely does not have time for whatever this shit is. *** Five times Henry serves Alex coffee and one time Alex serves Henry.

down the hall, through the door by kwrites

Alex had found his door opening at least once a week, Henry’s tall frame filling the space looking for something or other. The thing is, Henry seemed so well put together all of the time, that him constantly running out of common household supplies or food is so outside the walls of what Alex expects from him. --- or, Henry and Alex are neighbors and Henry has a habit of stopping by unannounced.

as I drop my guard by villageidiot

Henry is so certain about so many things. And then Alex Claremont-Diaz happens.

let him be soft (let him be mine) by congee4lunch

“I’m always cute,” Alex kisses the mole on Henry’s cheekbone. “Yeah? Does your work wife tell you that?” Henry grumbles. “I don’t have a work wife,” Alex breathes out, smiling against his mouth. “Why need one when I got the real deal waiting at home for me,” He licks at the mole on Henry’s upper lip. “All pretty and mine for the taking?” in which henry wants to be alex's wife, in so many words. alex wants all that and more. their relationship ebbs and flows.

(la)cross(e) my heart by weather_stained

Alex is determined to start a lacrosse team at his college. It's his junior year, and he's closer than ever. That is, until he finds out someone else is trying to start a rugby team, and there's only enough funding for one additional sport. Clubs Day comes around, and he finds that his rival is no other than the insufferable Henry Fox. Alex definitely doesn't spent more time staring at Henry instead of running his booth, but if he does, it doesn't mean he's obsessed with him or anything.

Blooming Lovely by Celaestis

Floriography (language of flowers) is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. "Yes, but we all know she hates chocolate. I feel like it's harder to say a big passive-aggressive 'fuck you' with flowers, that's all." "Orange lilies," Alex blurts from behind the counter. The man stops, turning his full attention on Alex. Alex realises pretty is an inadequate adjective; he's hotter than the surface of the fucking sun. Y'know, objectively. "I beg your pardon?" ---- 5 times Alex gives Henry flowers, and one time Henry gives Alex flowers.

Something About the Sunshine by schmulte

Henry Fox is a famous musician just breaking out on his own. He's got money, fame, power, everything he could want in life. There's just one problem: he's hiding a big secret. When he meets Alex, the brother of a fan from Texas, one fateful night out in LA, Henry's life will change for the better. AU of the Disney Channel Original Movie, Starstruck.

i ask you how you're doing (and i let you lie) by matherine

The first time Henry sees it happen, he knows instantly that it is not the first time it has ever happened. They’re sitting in the living room of the brownstone, the two of them surrounded by their favorite people in the world, a night of board games long abandoned in favor of mocking the eighth season of Game of Thrones. “God, don’t you have an off switch?” June groans, laughing as she chucks a piece of popcorn in Alex’s direction while he rambles passionately about the international legal implications of the Red Wedding. Nora cackles. “Whatever you do to thank Henry for putting up with you, it’s not nearly enough. Jesus, I can’t believe he put a ring on your loud mouth.” Or: Alex is fine. Really, he’s fine — he just wants Henry to stay, even if Alex is too much. Henry just wants his husband back.

Risk is Just a Board Game by allmylovesatonce

Henry and Alex go out for a fun night out, but it turns into so much more when jealousy gets the best of Alex in ways he's just starting to figure out. When a fight leads to something neither of them ever counted on, a new arrangement is born: friends with benefits. It feels like the perfect solution, even though their friends are positive it'll backfire. When feelings inevitably complicate things, they have to try their best to make it through in one piece.

Taste the Way You Bleed by chamel

“It’s been 427 years,” June says matter-of-factly. Bea nods. “Ever since Alex’s first bi-annual vampire orgy.” Her gaze flickers away from her cards and over to the camera. “Henry got flustered and snubbed him, you see.” “If anyone knows how to hold onto a grudge, it’s Alex,” June sighs. “They hardly spoke for the next two centuries.” Bea plays a card. “Then Pez suggested a change of scenery, and we all moved to Brooklyn.” “Now they’re just Like This.” (A What We Do in the Shadows AU. Two centuries of living together haven't made Alex and Henry any better at getting along, but when a possible vampire hunter moves in across the street, Alex will be dusted before he lets anything happen to his nemesis.)

14:23 by politics_and_prose

Officer Henry Fox and 9-1-1 Dispatcher Alex Claremont-Diaz have one day of work left before their much anticipated honeymoon.

They Were Tentmates! by inexplicablymine

“Due to worsening weather conditions,” Charles takes a deep breath and then puts his hand on his face as if he is rubbing out the deep crease that has formed between his eyebrows, "coupled with the predictive index for the night, we are going to double up on tents. Your tent partner will be the same partner you had in the car on the drive down today, so get comfortable with them. It’s going to be a cozy night.” Alex is a liar. It got worse. So much worse. He turns in horror to Henry as Henry looks up to meet Alex's eyes and grimaces. Great. Tonight is going to be one long night. ______________ Medard might be the Patron Saint of Weather but there was no saving Alex from the fact that he would have to share a tent with that posh pretentious British asshole. Or, an unseemly storm while camping means that in this treacherous tale they are tentmates! (oh my god they are tentmates!)

ace up my sleeve by bananzie

Alex always liked kissing Henry. Kissing Henry was soft and so full of love and life that it made Alex's toes curl. Whether it was over breakfast, after classes, or just because, kissing Henry always made Alex melt just a little more into a puddle of love. Except— Then Henry's hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats to trace the soft skin there, and Alex couldn't stop the stiffening of his spine if he tried.

(i would stay forever if you say) don't go by coffeecatsme

The words echo in his head, unbidden. The words from another life, practically another universe, shoved inside the small walls of a gilded cage, hidden in a room in London with shuttered windows and locked doors. A boy’s voice Henry still remembers ten years later, when he doesn’t quite remember what he had for lunch the day before. A boy’s voice on a phone that understood him better than every member of his family, even an ocean, a continent, three thousand miles away. A boy’s voice that told him in no uncertain terms that it was okay if he wasn’t okay, that allowed him to pave a path until he was. To open a new shelter in New York City, Henry needs to interview a host of potential lawyers to hire. He doesn't expect one of them to be the boy that saved his life ten years ago.

Downburst by cricketnationrise

Amy’s sudden shout of alarm cuts off whatever Zahra was going to say. Alex stares at Amy, uncomprehendingly. His heart is racing, his body already flooding with instinctive fear, brain scrambling to catch up, to process what she said— Cash is at his side between one blink and the next, practically tackling him to the ground and oh— That’s a gunshot.

and i'll lay right down in my favorite place by mangotarts

“Speaking of your boyfriend, all you mentioned was that Alex was watching some show then made some off-hand comment but it wasn’t so off-hand if it’s what landed us here, was it?” Henry clears his throat. “Um, yes, that’s right. He’s been obsessed with this one television series that’s set in seventeenth-century England. I watched a few episodes with him the other night and I will admit, the plot is rather captivating.” Henry glances at Bea and sees that he has all of her attention. He continues, nerves starting to settle into his body when he recalls what Alex said. “We were both immersed in an episode when he suddenly blurted out how good I’d look in the attire of that era.” in which henry takes alex's supposed off-hand comment into consideration and alex is. well, alex is unprepared for the repercussions of his words.

a new name (or two) by viciouslyqueer

Alex jokes about Henry taking his last names, and isn't expecting Henry's reaction.

the poem you make of me by cmere

"Just, you know," Henry says. "If your mum weren't the president and you were just a normal bloke living a normal life, what things might be like? What you'd be doing instead?" After being discovered on Instagram as a teenager, Alex Diaz is thriving as a social media influencer and model who just landed a high profile, high fashion contract with Calvin Klein. Alex can get any girl he wants, and he’s loving it. Meanwhile, British poet Henry Fox has just arrived in L.A. to kick off a North American tour promoting his new, steamy book of gay erotic poetry, and he’s attracting a lot of attention. Bad blood is immediately sparked between them when Henry blows Alex off at their first meeting. Several tabloid rumors and an Instagram tantrum later, Alex and Henry are reluctantly thrust together to make nice, resulting in a grudging friendship and a magnetism between them that Alex can't explain. Why is Henry's poetry making Alex feel like this? And just what is it about Henry Fox that gets to him so much?

Hashtag Soulmates by everwitch

Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated. Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

Satin and Lace by absoluteaudacity

Henry has a surprise for Alex on his birthday.

I'd Wanna Be Felled By You, Held By You by @sparklepocalypse

In hindsight, Alex should probably have known that letting Henry borrow his clothes for the weekend would absolutely wreck him. But Henry had fretted about his wardrobe being too formal for a casual visit to the lake house, and Alex has developed somewhat of a Pavlovian response to the way Henry’s brows furrow and his mouth pinches when he’s anxious. Once the words “You can just wear my stuff, no worries,” were out there, there’d been no stuffing them back into his mouth. Here’s the thing Alex should’ve taken into consideration: Henry would look hot dressed in a garbage bag. So the morning after their lake house arrival, when Henry steps out of the shower and into a pair of Alex’s swim trunks and Alex’s Arrels Barcelona shirt, Alex takes one look at him and drops his phone. (Movieverse; Henry wears Alex's clothes at the lake house and Alex reacts accordingly.)

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[piratefalls]

i'm incapable of keeping these short. it's my burden to bear. also, extra long and also early this week because next week is kind of up in the air.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five. list six. list seven.

a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you by ivysunna

Henry sinks down into his desk chair, groaning. “How could this happen to me? I meet the most beautiful, charming man to ever grace the earth, and he just happens to work for the store my company is planning to run out of business? In what universe is that fair?” “In none of them, darling,” Pez murmurs. “Did you tell him, by any chance?” “Of course not! What was I supposed to say: ‘Hi, I’d really like to take you out to dinner, and by the way, my family owns Mountchristen Books, the company currently running all small family-owned bookstores out of business? I hope that’s ok?’” “Maybe not in those exact terms…” “It’s doomed,” Henry moans, burying his face in his hands. “My relationship with Alex is ruined before it could even begin.”

Weighted by stripyjumpers

Alex gets Henry a very thoughtful birthday gift.

Minty Fresh by inexplicablymine

How do you ask someone you so ardently adore, to spend the rest of their life with you? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. To ask a question. To ask the question. It’s the singular most defining moment of a relationship until the (hopefully inevitable) wedding bells. It’s defining, it’s definite, it’s dreadful.

What Forever Looks Like by politics_and_prose

The last thing he’s expecting once they’re home and settled in is Alex to say, “I think I’d want our kids to come by the shelter whenever they could.” Henry, completely caught off guard with a mouth full of pizza, asks, “Huh?”

just give me a minute by smc_27

Alex isn’t obsessed. He just thinks Henry is fucking beautiful and perfect and smart and so, so talented. He just thinks Henry’s fingers look gorgeous on his piano. He just thinks they like the same things and have similar opinions. And he just thinks if they could be in the same place at the same time, they might like, have something. Okay, he’s a little obsessed. Or: Alex is trying to be a GROUPIE here, but his kindness keeps getting in the way.

Ignite My Heart by absoluteaudacity

“So, I’m making you an account and we’re going to swipe right on some men and you can thank me later,” Pez says. -- The 'We met on Tinder' AU

i hit my peak at seven feet by HypnosTherapy

He told Phillip first. It was a tremendously stupid idea he can only excuse by the fact that he was thirteen at the time. He thought his brother might help him talk to their parents. He didn’t know how to articulate it feels like there are hands closing around my spine and twisting or sometimes my legs hurt so bad that walking feels like I’ve got glass buried in my feet. He trusted his brother, and even more than that he wanted the desultory and relentless agony to go away. Phillip didn’t tell their parents. He told their grandfather. --- Now that he’s taken a step back from public life, Henry can relax. Without constant pressure to stand up straight and smile through the pain, some cracks start appearing in his facade. Alex starts to notice. (AKA 3 times Henry dealt with chronic pain symptoms by himself + 1 time Alex was there to help.)

A Multitude of Instances by orphan_account

Henry’s taken notice of one of Alex’s verbal patterns.

A Stork Beneath London Bridge by MarvelMerlin

Henry was supposed to be enjoying his first fully American Thanksgiving, filled with first hand witnessing of the Turkey Horrors and strangely sweet vegetable dishes. But in a single whispered phrase the world turns immaterial, Alex is his only anchoring point, and the black suit carefully packed over every single trip is being laid out on the pretty pink bedspread.

Back, Bring it Back by @sparklepocalypse

Scowling, Alex closes the laptop and sits back in his chair in his guest suite at Buckingham Palace to rub his eyes beneath his glasses, then runs a hand through his gray-streaked curls. He’s the youngest American President since Obama, has helped usher in groundbreaking legislation protecting workers’ rights and shoring up long-outdated social justice policies, and has actually made headway on tax equity, and the instant he’s in London the entire focus is back on the worst day of his goddamn life. (A soulmate AU futurefic that pivots away from canon after Alex storms the castle, but aside from two tiny movie-specific details would work in both bookverse and movieverse.)

kiss it better by lem0nademouth

Alex had a long day. Henry is fine with making it a long night.

First Pillow Princess by lovelythething

While they had talked about spicing it up in the bedroom, it seemed despite being two guys who wanted to change the world, they easily slid into normalcy with each other. But they weren't in the bedroom. They were on a well-worn sofa, high on exhaustion, and blessedly all alone.

please don't ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere) by coffeecatsme

Alex’s love language is physical touch. Henry knows this—has known it from the first moment he’s met Alex, all wild curls and bright eyes and a smile that could breathe life into Henry’s little, fragile life. He’d stuck out a hand at that first meeting, dejected when Henry didn’t even take it. Found a way to poke and prod Henry every single time they’d met after, sharp jabs hitting his shoulder and rough hits shoving him around. Now, Alex’s fingers are gentle as they lace around his. His arms hold him tight to his chest. His hair tickles the nape of Henry’s neck, and the couch is entirely too small for the two of them but Henry doesn’t have the heart to kick him out. Or, 5 times Alex clings tight to Henry and 1 time Henry finds out why.

Just come along, baby, take my hand by kiwiana

“Uh, yeah, because you put on a sex dungeon show.” “It’s not a sex dungeon show. She’s helping people prioritise their sex lives and make space for it, in whatever form they may want it. It’s reinforcing emotional connections.”

Lay All Your Love On Me by lucy_in_the_sky

A lot has changed for his and Henry’s public persona since the emails leaked. Gone are the days they could shamelessly flirt with teasing touches and love-sick stares across crowded ballrooms, back when the whole world wrote off their relationship as a “bromance for the ages” since obviously they’re both incredibly heterosexual and are simply the best of friends. Now, wary of all the eyes suddenly scrutinising their relationship, they’ve taken to spicing up their sex life in different ways to still feel the thrill of clandestine hookups in the middle of important events and public appearances. Hence the whole ‘Alex wearing a vibrating plug that Henry controls while at a public function’ thing. And Jesus fucking Christ, it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Closer To You by bibliosoph

Some sexy times! Thanks to Len for the prompt! Happy belated birthday, Beth! This terrible smut is for you!

Just Business by bleedingballroomfloor

“I just need you to know that this is strictly a business relationship.” Henry blinks. His brain is taking a minute to process everything — meeting Alex. Dozens of pictures lining his office walls, each featuring a different persona of his. Brochures upon brochures, prices upon prices. It’s a bit overwhelming. “You’re asking for a lot here,” Alex continues, “and that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together. A Golden Tux. You’re asking me to pull off a Golden Tux, Henry. But I need you to know that this is just business.” Henry knows he’s asking for a lot. A best man. A wedding party. Time with his family. He knows that this should only be about business. He knows. (He also knows that Alex is very, very attractive, and he knows that this will be a long four weeks with Alex.)

choke me like you hate me (but you love me) by anonymous

What’s left for them to do? Something slaps against the skin of his chest. Ah. A classic. 

Really Fucking French by everwitch

Henry likes his men direct. It is, in part, why he so often indulges in setting his location on the apps to Paris — although the gratifying results he yields from that exercise are definitely partly down to a significant selection bias as well. But if Henry had never swiped on Parisian men, he'd never have connected with Antoine; dark curls and dimples and an absolutely lethal smile. Antoine is absolutely perfect. Too perfect. It's a pity that he must be a catfish. The man in Antoine's photos, however? He is very, very real. Or: the self-indulgent Paris romp we all need after this trying time.

from the mouths of babes by cricketnationrise

3 times Lina Claremont-Diaz-Fox didn't know what Henry does for a living and 1 time she absolutely does.

nobody panic, but i've broken my leg by annesbonny

He collects his phone from Cash who's been holding onto his possessions, and shoots off a text to the group chat between pained breaths. nobody panic, but i’ve broken my leg. Then he slips it away again before he can read June's outraged response. In which Alex Claremont Diaz breaks his leg at a charity Lacrosse game.

Subtle promises by viciouslyqueer

Alex breaks the kiss. His hand falls away. Henry blinks his eyes open, unsurprised. He’s panting, they both are, breathing heavily after kissing like they don’t need oxygen to live. Alex is watching him with flushed cheeks and red kissed lips, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Hey,” he says quietly. “Can we… Can we stop?” “Yeah,” Henry says immediately, anticipating the question. “Of course, love.”  — In which Henry starts a conversation and Alex realizes he's loved no matter what.

Most People Exist by SprigsofViolets

Henry Fox is a nurse at the New York Cancer Center. He’s happy with his job, content enough with his life, but it all gets turned on its head when he connects with a patient with a brain tumor—Alex Claremont-Diaz. ——— Henry is a nurse, Alex is a patient, I suck at summaries.

Never a Guarantee by clottedcreamfudge

Henry – Prince Henry, third in line for the throne of Windsor and Alex's goddamn betrothed – has very soft hands. Alex knows this because he is literally holding them in his, both of them standing in front of just about everyone with a title in either of their two kingdoms, while a man in an extremely large hat has them repeat oaths and other things Alex has been learning by heart since he got engaged. * Looking back on their time at the altar, Alex should maybe have read a little more into the way Henry kissed him like it was the last time.

Boy, I Fancy You by allmylovesatonce

When Alex has a break off of work, he decides to get away and spend that time in London. On his first day there, he meets Henry and sparks immediately fly between them. As they spend the summer together, touring the city and enjoying each other, Alex continues to keep a very big secret about himself: who he really is.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by cmere

"Would now be the moment," Henry says, breath catching, "to tell you about a little fantasy I've had concerning you and horses?" Alex snickers. "Uh, I don't know, babe. If this is going the way it sounds, I'm not sure you should say anything you won't be able to take back." "Oh, Christ, shut it," Henry says, laughing, still not stopping the motions of his hand. "The horse aspect is nonsexual." "Okay, well in that case. Yes. Obviously." Alex grips his own thigh, refusing to give in and touch Henry, or himself. For now. As long as he can stand it. As it turns out, Alex isn't the only one who has a thing for his beloved on a horse. Henry's birthday seems like a good time to make use of that new information.

Tattoo Guns & Roses by schmulte

Henry comes to Austin to escape. When he opens a tattoo parlor across the way from a flower shop run by Alex, they learn to work together to protect their neighborhood and their hearts.

under the tuscan sun by stutteringpeach

The villa is, in a word, perfect. Set into the hillside and built in the classic Tuscan style, all brick and white-washed walls, with just one small bedroom and an en-suite upstairs, a cosy sitting room and a tiny kitchen downstairs. There’s a large table on the patio where Henry can already see himself drinking tea in the morning and writing late into the night. There’s even a pool. There is, however, one slight problem. There’s someone else here.

love me forever (fix me right) by sherryvalli

Alex has the perfect life. The perfect job, the perfect apartment, the perfect boyfriend. Everything’s perfect. He’s never been happier. Except for the fact that his boyfriend’s dad fucking hates him.

my eclipsed sun by weather_stained

“Alex, is there any way you can come? We’ve sent our security over, but if…if I’m right about what’s upset him, I have a feeling Henry’s not going to want to see anyone but you.” “I’m already booked on the next flight out.” Alex zips up his pack and slings it over one shoulder, keeping Bea held to his ear as he bounds down the stairs. Cash is waiting for him in the car, ready to chase Henry across the Atlantic for the second time in four years. It’s almost nostalgic—or it would be if he could stop shaking. After an important meeting with Mary, Henry is nowhere to be found. Alex drops everything to make sure he's safe.

tread softly (because you tread on my dreams) by helenblqckthorn

His stomach drops though when he realises he’s still hard. Shit. Think of Gran, think of very unattractive old lady wrinkles, think of England— Henry's point of view of the Red Room scene (or: the Hamilton portrait scene)

in time of daffodils by iphigenias

“Alright, alright, I get it. The solemn duty of academia calls.” Alex laughs as Henry play-shoves him, curling a hand protectively over the rim of his mug to stop it spilling. “So are you mine now?” “I’m always yours,” Henry answers, devastating and matter-of-fact, like he so often is. Alex hears himself make a groaning sort of sound before he’s putting his coffee down on the windowsill and climbing over the back of the sofa to get right on top of Henry, who laughs, muffled into Alex’s shoulder. “Careful with the—” Henry starts to say, but Alex’s knee has already nudged the laptop from the cushion to the carpet, where it lands with a dull thump. “Never mind,” Henry sighs, and the tail of the word catches into Alex’s mouth as he turns their bodies just so, so they’re kissing.

What to Wear by @whimsymanaged

Henry is going to a dress-up party but has nothing to wear.

How wonderful life is (while you're in the world) by mlvdybug

The corner of Henry’s mouth. It’s disappeared now, covered by the oxygen mask fixed securely around his head, but if Alex concentrates hard enough, he can see it sprawled out in front of him. Every ridge, every bend and edge and turn of it.  He knows Henry’s heart. And that’ll be enough.  (or: the one where henry gets shot and alex is a goddamn mess.)

Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything by sheisraging

Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!

you make it look so easy, i know it's not by anincompletelist

Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so. And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day. 

'til the walls did crumble and by ninzied

So much for using the wrong fork at dinner. He’s pretty sure this is a thousand times worse. Hundred-thousand? Nora could give him the exact number. Also, he’s pretty sure there’s still buttercream on his ass. . Or, Alex has his bisexual awakening in a bathroom at Buckingham Palace, and also finds leftover cake in Henry’s hair. The two things are not not related.

Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz by TuppingLiberty

Five times Alex wears an amusing bi pride shirt to Brooklyn Pride, and one time both he and Henry do it.

Moon Bride (To Have and To Hold) by SatinBirds

When the man is brought before him, it’s as if the whole world stops. Clad in delicate gossamer, his apparent frailty is accentuated by the sheer fabric. It is likely a cheap attempt to entice him, yet it only elicits displeasure from the king. He already wishes to dress this fragile figure in the veil of his people, cover him from invidious and lustful eyes.

once, successfully by vibrantsaturn

ACD okay, so. full disclosure and just so you know, i'm not into men or anything HYou're literally on Grindr right now? ACD ok??? and i guess people who are lactose intolerant can't walk down the fucking dairy aisle, huh???? i'm just looking, man or, Grindr, once (un)successfully, etc., etc.

kiss me through the phone by violetbaudelairequagmire

[Unknown Number] *Attached image: a shirtless, tanned torso, cropped at the top of shoulders, holding up two brightly patterned ties* which 1? Excuse me? or, Alex accidentally texts the wrong number and then just never stops.

Risotto + Melanze + Dolce (a love story) by villiageidiot

Alex doesn’t necessarily need a job—a full course load (plus some) is more than enough to fill his time—but he hasn’t had much of a social life since starting law school, and his coffee habit could use a few extra dollars. When June tells him the restaurant is looking for help, particularly on their Thursday Spaghetti Special night, he halfheartedly agrees. Everything that happens thereafter is technically her fault, a fact he likes pointing out any time she tries to yell at him for something, like serving uncooked garlic bread, or accidentally making a grown man cry, or breaking public indecency laws. Or: Alex works at an Italian restaurant and is very bad at it. Henry is a customer and doesn’t seem to mind.

until next time! if you'd like to be tagged in future lists for whatever reason, let me know!

tagging: @starkfridays, @stilesgivesmefeels

[piratefalls]

another long list, except it's a day early because this is how i give thanks.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five.

No Sense or Sensibility by inexplicablymine

“When and where was your first kiss.” Oh shit. The thing is… Alex actually has an answer to this one, it’s just a matter of admitting that it happened. ____________________ Kennedy’s. 7pm, Pub Quiz and Ice Cream. Every Monday ‘til death due us part. Alex liked his little routine, until Derryl got it in his head to host The goddamn Newlywed Game instead.

I'm Rememberin' I Promised (to Forget you Now) by Angelwithwingsoffire

It's been six years since Alex Claremont-Diaz graduated law school. And he's made a good life for himself, working with a firm he enjoys and making a difference in the world. Until a part of his past he'd thought he'd gotten over seven years ago walked back into his office asking for his help. To get a divorce. Which Alex has never done before. But he's never been able to say no, and he's willing to put his heart back under the bus for the chance at one more smile.

Rogue's Gallery by OrchidScript

Loathe as Alex was to admit it, Henry Fox was going to be a legend someday. He already was in the bureau depending on who was answering. Tied to art theft, jewel theft, one or two little sweet confidence schemes, and an alleged counterfeit Super Bowl ring, but caught on three counts of art forgery, the blond Brit had run circles around the Art Crimes division for six years. He was quick, smarter than the average bear, and more detail-oriented than a nuclear chemist. He had a penchant for nice suits, silk ties, and gin tonics with lime. He wrote letters to agents in taunting poetry, tucking them under windshield wipers or posting them to the office directly. Once, he managed to drop one directly into the pocket of a plainclothes officer without them seeing his face. _____________________ Henry Fox is a famous art forger, and Alex is the FBI agent who caught him three years ago. When one of Henry's aliases comes up attached to a new case, can the two put aside their cat-and-mouse past to put the copycat away?

Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. by anarchyat4am

Henry’s at a local Hispanic Heritage Month event browsing the art stalls when his gaze catches on a kid looking around with both purpose and nervousness. She’s fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt with one hand while she bites the nails of the other one, eyes alert and searching. Lost, then. And oh, Henry recognises her. She’s a regular at his bookstore, even at only six years old, and is there at least weekly with her dad—Alex, who she’d introduced to Henry as her papi—or various aunties and uncles, most of whom Henry doesn’t think are actually related to her. Keeping one eye on her, he lets his gaze sweep the vicinity but doesn’t see anyone else he even remotely recognises. Shit. He has to do something. “Sirena?” he calls gently. * Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.

just say you won't let go by viciouslyqueer

After dancing around each other for months, Alex and Henry finally get together. The morning after comes with a slight misunderstanding and comforting words.

We were supposed to find this by kiwiana

Still, half an hour after shaking Prince Henry’s hand for the first time, he finds himself back in his hotel room with one shoe and sock hurriedly tugged off and his right foot resting on his left knee. Just to check. Just in case Alex is somehow, by some miracle, about to become the first documented case of Surprise! You Can Totally Have A Different Soulmate, We Fucked Up And Your One Kind Of Sucks. No such luck. The words are the same as they’ve always been, etched into his skin in a careful, calligraphic font. The kind of handwriting someone might have if, for example, they came from the sort of family that valued tradition and etiquette far higher than letting their children write like normal human beings.

Sit. Down. Please Stay. by politics_and_prose

Alex adopts a dog he found abandoned on the side of the road. She's nervous and he wants to make sure he knows how to give her the best life possible. Enter Henry Fox and his beagle David.

muscle memory by stutteringpeach

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

The Perils of Midsomer Residency by clottedcreamfudge

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you that care should be taken, given the Mountchristens' local influence?" Liam nods. "Sir." Luna then turns to Alex. "Do not piss anyone in that family off." Alex throws his hands in the air. "So many aspersions have been cast on my good character this morning that I could start a fucking farm. An aspersions farm." Luna narrows his eyes. "Correction," he says, "have another coffee and then do not piss anyone in that family off. Don't make me regret fast-tracking you through the ICI Development Programme." * After getting shot in the line of duty back in Texas, June forces Alex into a change of scenery. Because how much can really be going on in the quaint little English county of Midsomer?

something that feels like forever by dearestalez

“You’re crying,” she pointed out. Alex choked on a laugh, wiping his eyes. “I’m just-” he sniffed, holding her so delicately Henry felt herself melt into the touch. “I’m so happy for you, baby.” — alex and henry are so in love it makes me want to rip out my heart and stomp on it but slash pos

behind brick walls by weather_stained

After Henry and Alex move in together, it takes quite a while for them to fully adjust to their newfound freedom. Alex very much enjoys watching Henry grow more comfortable in his own skin after a lifetime of looking over his shoulder.

It's a (Birth)date by Celaestis

5 times Henry is oblivious that they're dating and 1 time he isn't.

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by affectionatelyrs

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?” Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?” Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.” Alex nods dumbly. “Right.” - Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

baby boy by smc_27

It starts as a joke. Alex taking the piss about how much money Henry has. How he could have anything he wanted, from anyone he wanted, if only he just asked.

My Songs Know Secrets You're Sick of Keeping by ma_lark_ey, paythe_piper

"How about this," Alex offered, "If I win AOTY, I announce Henry and I in my acceptance speech. If I don't, we do it your way." OR: Alex is a world famous pop punk star, Henry is still the Prince of England, and the public is onto them.

Au Naturel by cmere

The French doors leading to the office are thrown open, so he has a moment to take in the scene in front of him: Alex, lying on his stomach on the floor, feet kicked up and crossed at the ankle, surrounded by books, papers, and two open laptops. None of that, however, catches Henry's attention as much as Alex's hair, secured in a small, messy knot on top of his head with nothing but a single wooden chopstick. Henry blinks rapidly several times. "Alex," Henry says, somehow hoarse. Alex's head whirls around. There's a single, perfectly curled tendril over the apple of his cheek; his scruff has hit the mystical, magical point where it's more soft beard than prickly shadow; his reading glasses sit atop his adorable nose; and Henry realizes with sudden gravity that he's not entirely in control of his physical responses anymore—something has to give. Alex hasn't really been bothering with some of his usual upkeep, and Henry is kind of extremely into it.

You deserve my love by whateveridk

“I’ll leave as soon as you tell me to." Henry had turned towards him, stealing himself, sticking his chin out, and said “leave.” Alex has been picking up the pieces ever since. Two years later, living with Nora and June in NYC, it still haunts him, but it's fine. Whatever, he is fine. And then... Breaking News: Prince Henry comes out as gay So it's not fine, Alex is not fine.

sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme

“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath.“Excuse me?”“You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.” Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth. Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.

More Than A Makeover by everwitch

The Fab Five—Alex, June, Nora, Liam and Spencer—descend on a New York based shelter for disenfranchised queer youth to give the place a much needed makeover. As the week progresses, sparks start to fly between Alex, the culinary representative of the queertastic quintet, and Henry, the sweetly charming founder of the shelter. It’s a deeply emotional week full of unexpected realizations, and certainly a week that strengthens Henry’s friendship with Pez in ways that neither of them quite knew they needed. As the week comes to a close and the Queer Eye team say their goodbyes, it remains to be seen what will become of the warm connection between Alex and Henry. Will it last, or was it too much of a perfect miracle to ever grow into something real?

The Royal Wedding by DracoWillHearAboutThis

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE HENRY OF WALES AND MR ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ ARE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED HM Queen Mary is delighted to announce the engagement of Prince Henry to Mr. Alexander Claremont-Diaz. The wedding will take place in the Spring or Summer of 2025, in London. Further details about the wedding date will be announced in due course.  Prince Henry and Mr. Claremont-Diaz became engaged earlier this week during a private holiday in Paris. Prince Henry has informed The Queen and other close members of his family. Prince Henry has sought and received the blessings of Mr. Claremont-Diaz's parents.  The couple will live in Nottingham Cottage at Kensington Palace. 

A Toast to the Night by allmylovesatonce

Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit. “Uh, hi,” the man says. “Hi.” “Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”

That's What You Get For Waking Up in Vegas by bleedingballroomfloor

The bartender slides Alex the whiskey and shot of water before turning her attention to the person behind him. He turns around at the same time as the person speaks, “Gin and tonic” in all rounded vowels, a distinct English accent shining through, and he swears his heart stops. “Holy shit,” Alex says before he can stop the words from slipping out of his mouth. “Henry?” When Alex is celebrating June and Nora's bachelorette party in Vegas, the last person he expects to see is his ex-boyfriend Henry, who moved back to London nearly a year ago. Waking up next to him the following morning, naked and sated with a marriage certificate poking out of his pocket, he starts to wonder if he's truly over Henry.

hang on 'til the chaos is through by ShyAudacity

David is lounging on his spot at the foot of the bed when Alex comes in. He opts not to turn on the light, not wanting to disturb Henry, but then quickly finds that the light is on in their bathroom. Henry must still be getting cleaned up before bed; Alex can say hello and check on Henry when he steps out. It’s weird that he’s still up. Henry was awake well before Alex was this morning and… come to think of it, Alex can’t remember him ever coming to bed last night. Alex has only made it through the top three buttons on his dress shirt when he hears a terrifying crash come from the bathroom. Clutching his chest, he steps towards their shared bathroom, afraid to see what’s on the other side. “Henry? …H, what was-.” Alex stops short in the doorway, startled to find the love of his life in a miserable heap on the bathroom floor.

Sad Again (Don't Tell My Boyfriend) by lucy_in_the_sky

After proposing to Alex, Henry writes a letter to his father reflecting on all the moments he’ll never get to share with him. AKA Alex comforts a mourning Henry and promises to be there for him, forever and always.

monster mash by matherine

None of Henry’s answers to “Who are you supposed to be?” are particularly funny to anyone but him, especially in his inebriated state, so he’s completely given up on making any sense when the latest person asks him, someone who he assumes is yet another sorority girl in a skimpy costume from the glimpse of a cheerleading skirt he gets while they brush past him to open the fridge. “George Villiers,” he offers. “Deep cut, England,” a decidedly male voice snorts, and Henry can’t help the way his head snaps up, eyes wide.

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

“Henry,” Alex rasps wonderingly, sounding almost entranced, “I want to eat your ass.” Henry’s train of thought screeches to a halt with such force that for a moment, he thinks he might’ve had a stroke.

how did a middle-class divorcé do it? by Time_Sequence

Not really concerned, Alex watched the typing bubble appear – disappear – appear again, like Henry couldn’t quite find the words to say what it was he was thinking. Most likely, he was trying to find the perfect sarcastic quip in response. What came through made him genuinely pause. HRH Prince Dickhead💩: You complete and utter moron Then, HRH Prince Dickhead💩: Royalty can’t marry divorcees If Alex had been having a good time before, he definitely wasn’t now. - When a joking interview reveals that Alex and Nora drunkenly married ten years ago, suddenly Alex's upcoming wedding to Prince Henry is jeopardised.

discreet packaging by demigodbeautiies

“Please, please, please explain to me,” Zahra says, finally, sounding more than a little bit long-suffering. “Why I had to have the head of the Secret Service sit me down and tell me to give you a talk about avoiding bomb scares with unidentifiable packaging.”

the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202

"Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”  His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him.   Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.   He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back.  Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.

Rabbit Hole by TuppingLiberty

Some sort of non-famous au, don't worry, there's not really a plot. Alex has been going down a research rabbit hole for hours and Henry comes to rescue him.

Let Loose Your Glow by athousandrooms

“Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense. So, Alex makes an impulsive decision. Whatever happens, this is going to be fun. *** Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once.

Things I Cannot Accept by SprigsofViolets

In 2016, Ellen Claremont lost the presidential election. In 2019, Alex Claremont-Diaz is not the first son of the United States, so he’s shocked when his path crosses with Prince Henry for the first time in almost four years.

How well you play...that's up to you by happinessofthepursuit

Treacherous (adjective) guilty of or involving betrayal or deception; (of ground, water, conditions, etc.) hazardous because of presenting hidden or unpredictable dangers. Or, how to describe surgical residency in a single word. A Grey's Anatomy inspired AU.

In Accord by absoluteaudacity

Pursuant to the establishment of an ongoing relationship between The Crown and the Office of the President of the United States, the representatives of the The Queen and Her interests are authorised to establish a contract of marriage between His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales and Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

A Heart Even More Your Own by chaa_kiao

“Guess you’ll be writing those poems after all.” He swallows. "I should go." Henry’s mind— every part of him, really— his heart, his body, his fucking soul— is screaming at him to take it all back. To hell with the monarchy, the American presidency, damn it all. This is the man he’s spent his entire life loving and he’s throwing it away for a legacy he doesn’t give a single fuck about. He forces out a rough “I think so,” but he can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. “I love you.” “Alex—” “I know,” Alex says. “I just had to say it.” _______ Or: Alex and Henry getting back together takes a little bit longer this time.

you are my mountain (you are my sea) by alasse

Five times Alex and Henry have important conversations in houses, and one time they have a very important conversation in a castle.

Down For the Count by LolaLand (Lola_di_Penates)

Alex came to Las Vegas to count cards, not feelings. Henry came to win it all. Is it possible to find something real in Sin City, where nearly everything isn’t as it seems? OR Goodbye reality, hello Vegas (the blackjack/poker AU).

Let Them Eat Cake by rohruh

“I wanna eat you out,” Alex’s voice comes out raspy and intrepid through the phone pressed against Henry’s ear. Henry lets out a soft whine at the admission, his breath up-ticking in synchrony with his hips as he thrusts up into his hand. “I’d like that,” he tells Alex eagerly, cradling the phone in his palm as though he could materialize Alex right there in front of him if he presses it against his ear firmly enough. “I’ve never done it to a guy before,” Alex confesses. “Is it… different from eating out a girl? I bet you’d taste so good, baby. Fuck.”

A Thousand Words by Thunder_Cakes

After that Han/Leia mural both their accounts go silent for a while. For months, actually. They’re both in therapy after Alex tried to post a selfie with June after election night and had a panic attack before he could hit “Share.” Suddenly the thought of sharing the details of his life and loved ones with the world is paralyzing. Wonder why. or: Alex, Henry and what they choose to share of their life

All for a Taste of the Honey by chamel

“So you’re telling me you’re not in favor of this plan,” Henry says eventually. “No, I’m fucking not,” Alex huffs, glaring at him. “It’s stupid and dangerous and unnecessary.” Henry cocks one perfect eyebrow at him. “You have another idea for how to get access to the room where he does his deals? The one that only ever admits Vega, his associates, and the strippers who entertain them?” (Or, an FBI agent!Stripper!Henry fic. Henry goes undercover at a strip club, and Alex has a lot of feelings about that.)

in the mood for... by carzla

Henry knows that he’s the one who said “casual”, and it had been a reminder to himself that that was all it could ever be between him and Alex. So, telling Alex that they should “make love” is probably a mistake in syntax bigger than he could safely afford. But they’re in Paris and Henry is feeling terribly, terribly maudlin.

something good and right and real by HypnosTheory

“This is pretty expensive for a high school trinket.” “Everything is bigger in Texas,” Alex jokes. Henry looks up at Alex, who’s standing with his shoulders relaxed for the first time since October. The relief of his mother’s victory has made him loose-limbed and calm, his smile easy and lovely. Henry looks down at the crown in his hands and back at Alex. He imagines the gold half-buried in Alex’s hair, heavy on the man’s brow, decadent and royal. Henry swallows, face heating, and holds the crown out to Alex. “Put it on.” -- After the election, Henry explores Alex’s childhood room. He finds trinkets of a young Alex that intrigue him, including a crown that gives him some ideas.

In His Wildest Dreams by myheartalive

Once Alex has pulled out, Henry turns over to face him. He strokes the hair softly away from his face and Alex smiles at him. “So… that happened again.” Henry leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. “Indeed.” There’s a sort of thoughtful pause, where Henry can see Alex working to pull together the right words. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you that… thirsty?” “Oh, bugger off,” Henry says, but he’s laughing. It’s a fair description. “No, but I mean it. You were like… urgent. It was hot.” “It felt hot. I liked waking up like that. With you up against me, trying to have your way with me.” — Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process — Mind the tags, y'all. That particular tag features prominently and it’s a major plot point, so if that’s not your jam, just hit the back button.

until next time!

[anincompletelist]

rwrb fic recs! :D

I wanted to take the time to compile a few fics that have massively helped me over the last tough few months and never fail to bring a smile to my face (after the angst, of course)! thank you to everyone who takes the time to write for this lovely fandom, please keep it up! your words are so important and often change lives even when you don't realize it. I hope you're all doing well, and enjoy! <3

(please message me if for any reason you would like to be un-tagged!)

in no particular order:

he looks up grinning like the devil | @coffeecatsme | E | 38k

Henry can’t help it—he lets out a laugh and shakes his head. Beta Sigma Chi being a safe space is about as likely as the Republicans championing queer rights. “Right, and who’s this new president that somehow managed to turn around an entire fraternity?”

Pez winces. She hesitates at first, but then she must decide on something because her chin juts out. “Well,” she says slowly. “It’s Alexander Claremont-Diaz.”

Henry laughs so hard he almost falls off his seat.

Or, Henry Fox learns to fall in love with everything that is Alexander Claremont-Diaz, even if he insists on calling Henry "dude".

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A Sporting Chance | @clottedcreamfudge | E | 126k

"Marry Henry - destination wedding. Combine all of our names so paperwork is a fucking nightmare." Henry stares at him and Pez rolls the dice, and-

"Congratulations to Alex and Henry Claremont-Diaz-Fox-Mountchristen," he says with a bright grin, and Alex punches the air and makes a 'whooping' noise. "Your wedding is attended by the Beckhams, the President, and several key members of congress. Henry is very gentle on your wedding night." Henry is going to fucking kill Pez.   "Fucking sweet," Alex says, because Henry is apparently the only one here trying not to have a coronary about all of this.

***

It had just been a party game, except now Henry is in way over his head.

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a degree of fate | (locked) | lockedinmybody | E | 34k

Against the wishes of the palace, Henry decides to go back to university for a graduate's degree in Literature. And when you want to lay low, what's a better place than Austin University? It's not Henry's fault that Alex Claremont-Diaz is also there. Something must be his fault though, because despite having never met before and Henry only knowing him as the son of the Former President of America, Alex Claremont-Diaz clearly hates him. It's going to be a long two years.

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the poem you make of me | @omgcmere | E | 91k

After being discovered on Instagram as a teenager, Alex Diaz is thriving as a social media influencer and model who just landed a high profile, high fashion contract with Calvin Klein. Alex can get any girl he wants, and he’s loving it. Meanwhile, British poet Henry Fox has just arrived in L.A. to kick off a North American tour promoting his new, steamy book of gay erotic poetry, and he’s attracting a lot of attention.

Bad blood is immediately sparked between them when Henry blows Alex off at their first meeting. Several tabloid rumors and an Instagram tantrum later, Alex and Henry are reluctantly thrust together to make nice, resulting in a grudging friendship and a magnetism between them that Alex can't explain. Why is Henry's poetry making Alex feel like this? And just what is it about Henry Fox that gets to him so much?

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Mr. BodyPillow | @inexplicablymine | T+ | 21k

Two boys cuddling on a couch right on top of each other because they are in fact very gay™.

Inviting over a complete stranger for cuddles because you are touch starved might be the worst idea Henry has ever had, or the best.

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More Amour | surveycorpsjean | E | 45k

Alex discovers something in Henry's closet that changes everything.

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we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) | @onward--upward | T+ | 12k

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep.

Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

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Oblivion | milowren | NR | 31k | please CHECK TAGS & NOTES prior to reading!

What if the moment in the hospital wasn’t a false alarm and the publicity surrounding the forced bromance between Alex and Henry had the adverse effect of them being kidnapped together?

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But I love him, whether or no. | @leaves-of-laurelin | E | 77k

Henry moves to New York City to help Pez with the opening of his new bar in the East Village. The location—fortunately for business, but unfortunately for Henry’s sanity—is directly across the street from a fire station. The sound of sirens is bad, Alex the gorgeous firefighter is worse. But when Alex helps Henry avoid a near catastrophe the night of the bar’s opening, the two form a tentative friendship that starts to develop into something more.

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we might just get away with it | (locked) | smc_27 | E | 21k

Alex is a model. Henry is a journalist, and a bit of an asshole. Alex wants him anyway, even when it doesn’t feel good.

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Hashtag Soulmates | @everwitch-magiks | E | 44k

Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

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the rubble or our sins | weather_stained | E | 14k

As the Emperor's grandson, Henry despises the gladiator games and resents being forced to attend them — that is, until he sees Alexander fight. 

It's a romance doomed from the very beginning, as Henry's family is already pressuring him into joining the army and finding a wife, but he falls hard for Alex nonetheless. Will Henry find a way to be with him, or will he spend the rest of his life looking back on their time together?

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-- anincompletelist / sarah

[ririsasy]

"I don't think I've ever done a job where I can connect with someone else on a level as deep as this. To get the best possible performance, you have to create a chemistry with the other actors." - Nicholas Galitzine about working with Taylor.

I love it when actors really are bonding with each other in emotional level. I mean this wasn’t Nick first job. I checked that he is been active since 2011 in the business? So this’s like his twelfth years in the showbizz and for him to say that this is his first time to be able to connect to someone as deep as this? It’s huge compliment about how compatible he’s with Taylor in term of acting partner.

Also chemistry is not something you can force? Otherwise other actors who read for Alex’s part would hit it off with him right away because they must also be talented actors so they would know how to act and to pretend that they have chemistry? But that’s the thing with human emotions, we could say whatever we want that chemistry could be created ? Or be faked? Just because they are actors but the reality is.. that’s not how it is..only something that’s mean to be that would work out at the end.

I don’t know what I want to actually convey in this essay lmao but it’s just so fascinating to me to see how delightful and enticing and so full of spark their chemistry on screen was as Alex and Henry like we all could believe that they fancy each other, that they are truly attracted to each other.

Reading interviews , watching some clips that we have of their interactions together. It convinced me that they really enjoy each other company. How caring they are of the other well being, they want to make each other comfortable like taking mint before the kissing scene? That’s so thoughtful of them both. They respect each other and support each other to carry on these characters and that’s commendable. That’s why watching them banter as alex and henry make us want to see more of their interactions, because humans connection is beautiful and when it’s organic and real and just full on positivity? We are bonded to crave it for more.

Their connection also was commented by others because they also witness the magic, like what Casey said about them but one I love the most was what Matthew said about their dynamic.

"They would start riffing and ad-libbing with each other. They both were able to really keep up with one another," López says. "They speak very different versions of the same language — a language only the two of them possessed together."

Such a beautiful thing to say about their relationship? “Speak different versions of the same language.” That’s one way to put it. They’re so polar opposite. In term of physicalities and even their upbringing and their goals in life and how they approach their dream but when they’re together it makes a harmonious balance that’s so pleasing to the eyes.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about the way Taylor as Alex looking at Nick as Henry and vice versa. The way their hands clasped together, their entire body language, the choreographed movements that look like a beautiful dance they learned so well with each other, one holding the waist, another caressing the hair, the smile before the kiss, the lingering on the lips. It keeps me up all night that sometimes such rare moment exist and we are lucky enough to witness it in a form of comfort movie that we could watch again and again.

And for that alone, for all the circumstances that make this possible, I feel emotional that I could be a part of this to feel the impact.

What I really want to say is that I really love the movie and I love Nick and Taylor portrayal of Henry and Alex and I am wishing so hard we could have a second movie for this because why waste the magic? It’s rare and it’s difficult to make this all possible. Someone need to cherish the bond and cultivate it more. 1, 2 more movies would be more than welcome 🙏

[carolinahope]

I really love Henry's face journey and the ebb and flow of the mood in the love making scene.

When Henry suggests they make love he looks expectant, like a kid presenting you with a new drawing or introducing their pet rabbit. And then when Alex agrees he looks quietly pleased.

And when Alex starts teasing him about his (very legit) word choice, he looks like he is thinking I keep forgeting the man I love can be a proper wanker sometimes.

Alex's vulnerability about the technicalities and Henry's reassurance is adorable. It turns the mood more serious.

Then we get teasing again, with Alex helping Henry unbutton his shirt.

But the mood changes with the shot of Alex sliding his hands under Henry's shirt. I don't know how they managed it but talk about sensual.

And then we get probably my favourite shot of the whole movie and Alex looks serious, bordering on overwhelmed, Henry content.

In the next shot Henry finds his footing again. He knows what he is doing. And Alex looking shy yet excited just ramps up the feeling of anticipation.

And then we get to the actual love making and the way Henry is looking at Alex, he very much wasn't prepared for feeling the way he is. He thought he knew exactly what he was getting into but I think they both understood in those moments what love making actually means.

And special shout out to this shot for truly bringing the importance and newness of the experience for them both home.

[manic-pixie-fever-dream]

I'm so glad we didn't get the wide-angle naked writhing bodies shot for the Paris love making scene. Much as I'd like to see skin(of these men esp), focusing on close-up shots, their facial expressions and emotions made the scene so much more than a run-of-the-mill sex scene.

I haven't seen this done much in hetero sex scenes and I'm glad they did it here. The long shots actually make a sex scene look very clinical and impersonal. This one was borderline voyeuristic... like... The viewer is intruding into a very personal and intimate moment of the couple, which is what making love is.

- Matthew Michael Lopez

I can't praise enough Matthew Lopez, Robbie Taylor Hunt, Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine for their commitment to this scene.

[anditwentlikethis]

we would never know about the existence of this scene but they decided to give us the blooper so now this is just another thing we're gonna beg for the next weeks. RELEASE THIS SCENE, COWARDS

[deanmoth]

Upgrade...

[pippin-katz]

The 5 specific details of Red, White & Royal Blue spicy scenes that make me, a demisexual, feel: 🦋🫣🦋

(not ranked in any order)

I need to write an essay about this because I want to see if I'm not the only ace-spectrum person out there that has this weird- I don't want to say "exception", but that's the only word that comes to mind- when it comes to characters. But that's a topic for another post lmfao

No. 1 - Henry shoving Alex onto the couch:

Could you tell by how I keep bringing it up and using gifs of it in my essays?

Henry being confident suits him, even if we don't get too see it much. I love how Alex's smile drops because of how surprised and shocked he is by the action.

My stomach does a flip whenever I watch this clip lmfao

No. 2 - Alex tilting his head back with these expressions when Henry starts kissing his neck:

Look, I am not immune to an attractive human, being attractive; it's men like Taylor (and Nick) that keep me from being a lesbian lmfao

No. 3 - this:

I don't think I need to say anything; this feels like it should be illegal. The fact that you know when Henry actually starts *clears throat* doing what he's doing, because you can see Alex's eyes roll underneath his eyelids. Like... what the fuck Taylor? Was that really necessary??

No. 4 - Alex pushing against Henry so hard that he ends up lifting him onto the table:

Then he continues to hold his leg and pull him back towards him. It's Alex's only real moment of leading an interaction. He's controlling where they go here; Henry is going/staying where he wants him.

No. 5 - Alex's movements & Henry's facial expressions:

This whole scene was shot/filmed/edited so well. It shows everything without even showing anything. It's also very clearly "making love" rather than "having sex". It's soft and slow, and it's so clear that they truly cherish each other in every way.

All you see is Alex's body rolling, and that's all you need to see. Then you add in Henry's expressions that show how good he feels, but in a genuine-feeling manner.

They didn't need to show anymore than this for the viewer to understand what they're doing. There's no cut to Alex's hips to "show the action" or whatever. Henry's faces aren't unrealistic or pornographic. Neither of them are portraying over-the-top pleasure that feels like it was filmed just for the audience to get their kicks.

It feels genuine, and emotionally intimate as well as physically. It makes my little demisexual heart ache, and butterflies fly around in my stomach lol

Okay that's all! There won't be a part 2 cause there's nothing to put on it, and that's kinda the point of this post lol

[manic-pixie-fever-dream]

Henry's signet ring: an essay

I love the way they included the ring in the movie. It plays a small part in the book, its main appearance being on Alex’s necklace after Henry gives it to him. Two homes side by side.

In the movie, Henry's signet ring is his fidget spinner. He needs it when his anxiety shoots up and it grounds him.

The first time you see him twirling it is Alex’s bedroom after their first hook-up. They both want to hook up again and Henry is trying to ask Alex out. Henry has never taken charge of his relationships as they never amount to anything in the end. So, he is nervous and vulnerable while asking Alex out for the Polo match. This boy he has been crushing on... he could have a 'casual' relationship with him.

The next time we see Henry twirl his ring is during the Paris garden stroll. Alex loves very physically. PDA is integral to Alex. But, Henry loves from his closet. He isn’t allowed to show any form of PDA. Henry says.. he can belong to someone…but only momentarily and Alex wants to reach out and touch Henry to soothe him.. to let him know that Henry can belong to him, if only momentarily. Henry panics. Reaches for his ring. Twirls it.

At the private airstrip. The storming of the Kensignton Palace has happened. Alex and Henry have confessed their love and agreed to be patient. Alex is leaving Henry and they don’t know what the future holds for them. Henry must have been anxious af and the ring weighs heavily on his finger and soul. He can’t bear to take it anymore. He wants its weight off his finger. The weight of years of history bearing down on him as he says in Kensington palace.

He removes it and give it to Alex. In the book, he says to Alex, “Keep it. I’m sick of wearing it.” The movie does it SO much better. “I want you to have some part of me, till you can have all of me again.” It’s a promise to Alex. And, in the book, Alex takes the ring and wears in on his necklace along with his key. The movie does it SO much better.(Yes. I’m repeating myself like a broken record.)

Alex gives him a part of him back too. The piece that anchors him as he navigates his life as the First Son. The key to his childhood home. Henry knows the significance of that key. And, is happy to have it on him. You see that necklace around Henry’s neck on the morning of the email leak as he wakes up. I love this change in the movie where they both got to keep a part of each other.

I am sure Henry rubbed the hell out of that key during the communication lockdown between the White House and Kensington Palace after the email leak. I am sure the Ring and the Key anchored Alex and Henry respectivley during this turbulent time. Alex comes to London breaking the sound barrier to take care of Henry. Henry is at his lowest and physically needed Alex so that he doesn’t lose his mind.

The Royal Confrontation happens and Henry’s nerves are at its peak. I’m sure he wanted to throw up while waiting to meet his GrandPa, the King. Habit has him reaching for the ring. He finds the ring missing…and remembers the ring on Alex’s finger. He smiles. He knows that Alex will be there to ease his nerves no matter what happens with the King. Oh Henry! the best is yet to come.

Henry is out and proud now. Alex has won his mom another term in the office. They won. They both won. We see Alex taking Henry to his childhood home. Where it all started for Alex. And, we see Alex taking his key from the necklace around HIS OWN neck. But, where is Henry’s signet ring?

It is back on Henry’s finger!! They gave back the parts of them they were safekeeping for each other because now they have the WHOLE of each other for safekeeping. The final scene cuts to a shooting star. The future! The hope!!

And, as for me? I want to be the key that dangles on Alex's chest. And, I want to be the signet ring on Henry’s finger.

Note: if you read till here, thank you! It's my first essay on tumblr and on anything #RWRB

[succumbtothenightmare-deactivat]

Ménage à Trois-nine

*credit to me(thefallennightmare) for creating the gif. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ only please, swearing, angst, fluff, kidnapping, torture, violence. M/F/M relations.

Summary: Bucky has a proposition for Reader, something involving Steve. This trio, however, never expected for their lives to change after that night the way it had.

A/N: I believe there will be either four or five chapters left. But I do plan on having a sequel because I've decided to follow the Captain America universe timeline! Tags are open!

Tags(open): @matisse030502 @buckystevelove @floral-recs @inlovewithametalarm @buckies-dolle @cjand10 @matchat3a @kamaria-sweet-writes @pono-pura-vida @miikayywhocares @kunaikunari @mousee555 @akmenia @pono-pura-vida @ezraa-the @kandis-mom

The rain pelted hard against the car as I sat in the backseat, staring at the raindrops that slid down the window. A muted yawn slipped through my lips and I leaned farther back into the leather of the seat, knowing that I still had a while before I reached my destination. Even though I was exhausted, thanks to the long flight, my knee still bounced with the excitement of seeing him. It had been almost two months since I last laid eyes on and kissed him, and my body buzzed with the need to feel him again.

After Steve became the super soldier, the government needed him for something other than fighting the war. I was apprehensive at first when Steve told me about it but he assured me it would only be a few times then maybe by then, they would send him off to fight in the war.

But that was two months ago, and the Senator had Steve singing and dancing on stage to sell bullets or bonds; whatever it was, it was working. So much so, Steve received his new nickname.

Captain America.

I laughed out loud when I first read the flyer I saw hanging in a store window shortly after Steve left.

But what was supposed to be a few shows in New York turned out to be 20 shows all over the country before it went overseas. Steve called me a few days ago to check in and tell me he was heading to Italy to visit some troops there to raise morale. I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice when he told me it would be even longer before we saw each other again.

“I’m sorry, doll if I could change it you know I would.”

The phone call ended in a fight; me accusing him of wanting to do this more than spending time with me and Steve saying that he needs to do this, for Dr. Erskine.

“I don’t think this is what he had in mind when he made you this super soldier, Steve,” I spat into the phone before hanging up.

As soon as we hung up, I instantly regretted fighting with him because I did not know when the next time I could talk to him. I was already in a terrible mood because the letter I sent to Bucky last month got returned to me. After all, he wasn’t at that base anymore. It had been almost three months since I heard from him and my heart was hurting with the thought of if he was alright.

“Miss?”

I broke my gaze away from the window and smiled at the driver. “Yes?”

“We’re here. Would you like me to walk you over to him? The rain is quite heavy.”

Immediately I waved him off. “Unnecessary. A little rain never bothered me. Thank you for driving me.”

Before I got out of the car, I looked around the base camp the car stopped in front of. Even if it was dreary because of the rain, I don’t think the sun shinned much here. Which made my heart ache even more for Bucky. He was stuck in something like this, away from the two people he loved the most.

With a small smile, I quickly darted out of the car and took the direction the driver gave me where I could find him. This trip was a surprise, thrown together by the Senator for Steve's great job.

Ducking away from the rain, I stepped in front of a tent that was assigned to him. He was sitting outside, hidden from the rain with his back to me and I saw him leaning over, sketching something in his book.

“Steve,” my voice came out soft like butter.

He peered over his shoulder, doing a double take when his eyes landed on me.

“Hi,” he said.

I raised my shoulders. “Surprise!”

He tossed the sketchbook inside his tent before standing to his feet, quickly taking me into his arms. The familiar warmth spread over every inch of me as I took in his scent, my hands gripping his back.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked into my hairline.

Still in his embrace, I looked up at him. “The senator was pretty happy with how your little tour is going so he flew me out here to visit you.”

Underneath his smile, I noticed how tired Steve was. The lines at the ends of his eyes were deep and the darkness under his eyes mirrored the stormy skies. The tips of my fingers grazed over his cheek, a frown pulling at my lips.

“When was the last time you slept?” I asked.

Steve brushed his lips across my forehead. “Not since the night we fought on the phone.”

“Oh,” my heart dropped into my stomach and I wrapped my arms tighter around him. “I’m sorry.”

“So am I,” he said before dropping his lips to mine, capturing it in a long overdue kiss.

This was the longest I had been away from Steve since I first met him and now that we were dating, it made being away from miserable. I missed the way the heat from his body would radiate off of him when he held me at night or the way his lips would brush against mine as his cock slammed into me.

My cheeks blushed at that thought and my core ached with the need to feel him again especially when Steve’s kiss picked up to a ravenous pace, his tongue darting into my mouth with such force it made my head spin.

When we finally pulled away, I motioned to the tent him. “You’re not bunking with anyone are you?”

Darkness filled Steve’s pupils as he shook his head then laced our fingers together and all but dragged me inside. It wasn’t much, only a cot with a blanket and one pillow. His bag lay unopened at the end, his clothes scattered throughout. A table next to the cot had some of his sketchbook and a picture of him, Bucky, and me.

I grasped it tightly in my hand, and a lone tear dropped onto Bucky’s face. It was taken about a year ago and it blew my mind how much hand changed since then. Steve stood behind me, staring down at the picture over my shoulder.

“Do you think he’s doing alright?” I asked.

His lips left a kiss on the top of my head. “It’s Bucky. He’s doing just fine, doll.”

Setting the picture back onto the table, I turned to face Steve.

“Can I be honest with you?”

When he nodded, I continued. “Sometimes when we’re together, I feel guilty. I know Bucky said we can do things like this but a part of me scolds myself for falling into bed with you while he’s somewhere fighting this war.”

“Y/N,” my name came out hushed on his lips. “It was Bucky’s idea for all of us to be together. What we’re doing isn’t wrong.”

I nodded. “I know that and I’m not saying it’s wrong. It’s just-.”

My voice trailed off unable to find the right words for what I’m feeling.

Steve lifted my chin with his finger, bringing our gazes together.

“You wish he was here,” he observed.

“I miss him so fucking much,” I admitted with a shaky breath.

Strong arms wrapped around my hips and I allowed Steve to bring me into his embrace once again, pressing my cheek into his chest.

“I’m sorry for getting so upset. We only have one night together and I don’t want to ruin it,” I said.

I could only stay for less than 12 hours, the Senators ordered.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Steve admitted with a quiet breath.

Instead of answering, I lifted my face to his and pressed our lips together. It was slow at first almost as a way of remembering how we tasted but soon, Steve’s tongue brushed passed my lips devouring my own. I moaned into it, my hands sliding underneath his shirt to graze over the skin of his stomach. His muscles tensed under my touch before shivers plowed through Steve. My name fell from his lips in a desperate moan. It had been a while since we were together like this which made me pull away from our heated kiss. Steve’s lips were swollen red from our kiss and I was sure mine matched.

“Can we-?” My words trailed off as I looked from the opening of his tent back to him.

Steve’s usual bright blue eyes were darker because of the lust and he nodded slowly. “You’ll have to be quiet, though.”

I snickered. “We both know that’s impossible.”

Our lips touched once more and Steve began to slowly lead me towards the small cot, the back of my knees hitting the side of it before falling onto it with him cowering over me.

My nails scratched at the skin of Steve’s chest, tracing white lines in shapes that made no sense to me but that didn’t seem to bother him. His chin rested on top of my head while his hand rested on my lower back and his breathing slowly evened out.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to your new stamina,” I joked.

Steve chuckled while squeezing me. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

Something burned low in my stomach as I thought back to not even an hour ago when Steve had me bent over his cot, cock slamming into me hard and fast while one of his hands was over my mouth to keep me quiet while the other strummed lightly over my clit. The words he groaned into my ear replayed in my mind.

“I bet the thought of getting caught is making your pussy wet. Knowing that any moment someone could walk in and see you bent over taking my cock so well, it’s making you weak.”

When I said nothing, Steve’s hand left my clit for a few seconds to land a hard smack to my ass. My answer then came out in a dragged-out yes.

“Not at all,” I hummed while placing a kiss on his chest.

Ever since he became this super soldier, Steve’s stamina during sex had increased and he could go faster, harder, and longer. It wasn’t something I was used to, even though I had been with Bucky for so long before Steve.

The last hour did exactly what I needed it to; forget about Bucky being away from us. But now that our high had dissolved, I let out a shaky sigh.

“What are the chances Captain America will perform for Bucky’s unit?” I asked.

Steve tensed underneath me only for a moment. “I’m not sure. They don’t tell me who I’m performing for. Only where to go.”

The sadness behind his words made me look up into his eyes. “Come back home with me.”

“I can’t do that, doll,” he sighed.

Knowing that this would only end in another fight, I bit away the words from my lips before resting my cheek against his chest once more. Steve knew I wasn’t happy with his answer but did nothing to reassure me, also knowing the same thing I did.

“I have another show tonight,” his voice broke through the quiet after some time.

I looked up at him again with a raised brow. “Are you saying that I finally get to see Captain America in action?”

Steve chuckled. “It’s nothing special.”

“I beg to differ. I’ve been dying to see how you look in those tights.”

Now Steve’s brow raised. “Oh, yeah?”

I nodded while rolling on top of him, his large hands sprawling over my back. It was already a tight fit for the both of us on his small cot because of the size of him but Steve was fast to make our new position comfortable.

“Do I have to beg you to wear it one night in bed?” I questioned.

Steve’s cock twitched underneath me, the head of it brushing against my folds. I let out a breathy moan while my eyes fluttered shut.

“Doll, you never have to beg me for anything,” he groaned into the crook of my neck.

A quiet cough from the other side of the tent caused Steve to roll me off of him, hiding my bare form behind him. I peered over his shoulder at the redhead who stared straight ahead at Steve’s chest and then down to the blanket that hung loosely on his hips. Thankfully, it covered his bottom half.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Peggy’s lips pulled in a tight line. “Clearly.”

My eyes sliced into her not liking her tone.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I asked.

She motioned to the tent. “How can I?”

Steve knew I was a few seconds away from launching myself over him to give Peggy a piece of my mind so he placed a hand on my hip.

“What do you need?” He asked her.

“I wanted to see how you were doing but seems as if Y/N beat me to it,” Peggy said.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered into Steve’s bare back.

“I’m fine, we both are. Is there anything else?” He asked while clutching the blanket closer to his hips.

Peggy nodded but made no effort to leave.

“I heard that the last show was rough.”

Steve shrugged. “They would rather have seen the girls.”

“Well, it’s been a tough time for the men. They’ve lost half of their unit in the last attack. Who you saw earlier was the rest of the 107th.”

At her words, my spine straightened as I sat up in bed holding the blanket against my naked body.

“Did you say the 107th?”

The question came out shaky and broken.

Steve was also sitting up in bed, his shoulders rigid.

Peggy looked between us unsure why we were so upset with her words before nodding. My ears filled with what felt like blood as the noises from the rain outside faded away, my thoughts tangling together.

The 107th? This was Bucky’s unit. This entire time, we were on the same base as Bucky and didn’t know.

“Did you know?” I quietly asked Steve.

He was quick to shake his head. “No. I didn’t see him in the crowd either.”

My heart fell into my stomach when I slowly realized what that meant.

“I need to talk to Colonel Philips,” Steve said while slipping his briefs back on underneath the blanket.

I sat frozen on the bed with fear filling my veins, as I thought the absolute worse. If we were on Bucky’s base camp and he wasn’t in the crowd earlier during Steve’s show that must have meant they captured him.

It was when Steve, who was fully dressed now, placed my clothes from earlier into my lap and then grasped my chin between his fingers.

“We won’t know until we talk to Colonel Philips. Get dressed.”

I blinked, coming back to reality, and nodded. Bucky was heavily on my mind now more than ever before and I needed to know if he was alive.

[whimsicalwilly23]

so @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen and i were giggling abt this screenshot from rwrb. specifically how it’s just an incredible meme format. so i present you, this. (she made this i did not, give her all the credit 🫶)

[berrychaivibe]

All I Want | Part 2

Summary: It is fall and the start of a whole new college semester. You normally stay to yourself and hangout with your two friends. You thought you would stay to yourself for the rest of the semester until Andy Barber decided to be around you

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: A few cursed words

Author note: I appreciate people who comment and like this series so far! I know this is short but i hope you like it and enjoy

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You never saw yourself hanging out with the popular kids in high school. The kids in high school barely noticed you but in college you didn’t see it being a big deal of other kids being popular at all. You thought once the popularity of being known in high school would die down after being in college.

You sat there in the chair while taking a sip of your drink. “What were you studying?” Andy asked, pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down.

“Biology, The professor wants me to rewrite the essay over.” You sighed and shook your head.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Anything that has to do with science was never my thing.” You can tell he was trying to have a conversation with you.

“What’s your major?” You clear your throat and lean against the chair.

His eyes were on you as he took another sip of his hot chocolate. “Pre–Law and History.” You looked around the cafe and didn’t realize how packed it was tonight. “Ah, so you want to become a lawyer?”

Andy nods. “Yeah somewhat.” Your eyes finally focus on him while he tells you a little bit more about what he wanted to be and how he wanted to do something different in life.

You looked around the cafe and thought it was a nice place to visit from time to time. The cafe almost looks like it could be Starbucks twin. You finish the rest of your hot chocolate and ask. “Popular guys like you don’t hang out with a girl like me. Why?” You wanted to know why all of a sudden he wanted to be seen with you.

He chuckled a bit as you heard the bell ring from the door. “I could tell you are different from the friends I normally hangout with.”

You open your mouth to speak when a girl's voice can be heard. “Hi baby.” The girl immediately sat on Andy's lap as you saw a bunch of other girls gather at your table.

“Uh..” He clears his throat as he glances at her. “Um..h–” The girl leaned in and kissed his lips. You raised your eyebrow as you sat there feeling awkward.

Andy pushed the girl off of him and said. “Candy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” He sounded furious.

The girl giggled a bit and patted his face with her hand. “Babe, you don’t have to treat me so mean.” She glances your way this time and you recognize her.

Candy, the bitch from hell

You heard all sorts of drama from your friend Taylor who used to be good friends with her. You just sat there not saying a word.

“I just missed you.” She pouts looking at him again. And I didn’t know you would be here with–” He cut her off as he pushed her off of him.

“Take your little ass friends out of here and leave me the fuck alone.” You can tell he was getting angry and worked up.

Candy looked like she wanted to cry. She wanted to say something to him but her friends pulled her away from him. “He doesn't love me anymore.” You rolled your eyes.

Dramatic

You clear your throat and lean back in your chair. “Girlfriend, huh?”

Andy shakes his head and takes his snapback off his head. “Not really.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“Mhm.” You take your phone out of your hoodie pocket and check to see any notification.

Mom: Where are you?

Mom: Honey, I thought you be home by now

Oh shit!

You peek at the time on your phone and didn’t realize it was past five o’ clock. You text your mom back as you get up from your chair. “Thank you for the drink but I have to get home.” You grab your bookbag behind the chair and keep your phone in your hand.

“Oh, yeah.” Andy cleared his throat and got up from his seat. “No problem, Y/N.” You placed your bookbag on your shoulder.

You glance at Andy telling him. “Thanks again.” You carefully pushed the chair underneath the table. “Hold on, can I at least get your number?” He asked you.

“Uh…I don’t” You paused for a second and told him. “I can’t have any male drama in my life right now and I don’t need to get in between you and Candy.”

Andy had a frown on his face. “Oh, but Y/N–” You interrupted him. “Thanks again for the hot chocolate but see you around Andy.” You headed out the door as you began to talk on the phone with your mom.

[berrychaivibe]

All I Want | Part 1

Summary: It is fall and the start of a whole new college semester. You normally stay to yourself and hangout with your two friends. You thought you would stay to yourself for the rest of the semester until Andy Barber decided to be around you

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: one cursed words

Author note: This is will be a short series and this is something I thought of. I missed fall season and i hope you guys like it and enjoy reading!

One

Being on campus for a week was not so bad. You got used to the new professors and saw a lot of new students. Some people was friendly and some were rude but overall it isn’t a bad start.

You were in the library getting some of your homework done since you did badly on your essay report in biology. You had your headphones in your ears listening to a video on your laptop. You were taking some notes when someone pulled your headphones out of your ear. “Excuse me?”

You sighed and looked up at the person. “Yes?” You notice Andy Barber standing there with his bookbag and he had a smile on his face. “Is someone sitting here?” He asked you.

“Uh…” You clear your throat as you look at the empty seat across from you. You were never a big fan of talking to people unless it was your two friends. “No, go ahead.” You decided to be nice for once.

This was your first time seeing Andy and meeting him. Everybody in your classes always talked about how good looking he is and how popular he is. You already knew the girls love him since he is all the girls talk about at this university.

Andy pulled out the chair and sat across from you. “I had to ask but why are you the only one in this library?”

Fucking great! Small talk

You sighed and wanted to roll your eyes but couldn’t. “I like my own peace and quiet.” You answered him.

He nodded listening to you. “Sometimes quiet is good.” You hummed and placed your headphones back in your ears listening to the video after turning your laptop back on.

An hour later, you were done with some of the assignments you had to complete for your classes. You started to pack your notebooks and textbooks in your bag. “Leaving already?” You looked at Andy while putting your comfortable hoodie on.

“Yeah.” You grab your bookbag off the floor and place it on your shoulder.

Andy chuckled a bit as he got up from his seat. “You don’t talk much do you?” He noticed you don’t talk a lot.

You rolled your eyes and said, “No, I normally stay to myself.”

He nods. “Well, I’m Andy.” He offered his hand to you.

You looked at him and then his hand. “I’m Y/N.” His hand was warm and soft. You pulled away and began walking toward the door. “Have a good–” He cut you off. “Wait!”

You stopped walking and glanced at him. “Yes?” All you can think about is going home. You didn’t care to be around anybody right now.

“Do you like hot chocolate? I know a place close by.” Andy zipped up his bookbag as his eyes were on you.

For some reason he didn’t want to stop talking to you just yet. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t like you being around someone like me.” You told him.

Andy let out a laugh and said. “What girlfriend? I don’t have one of those. It will be just you and me.”

So corny and cheesy

You had a feeling you might regret this but maybe getting something to drink wouldn’t hurt anybody. “Sure, I like hot chocolate.” You shake your head and walk out the door while Andy follows right behind you.

This feels like it is just the beginning of you and Andy

[navybrat817]

Light It Up

Pairing: Firefighter!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Summary: Curtis doesn't expect to meet someone like you when he puts out a fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Building fire, most likely inaccurate info regarding firefighters (I tried), a bit of grumpy and sunshine, Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I wasn't able to get all 4 birthday stories done, but I hope you lovelies enjoy the ones I plan to share. Here's 2 of 2! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @ghotifishreads as well for letting me scream about this. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Curtis closed his eyes as he relaxed in his cot, blocking out the snores of some of the other squad members. His shift was almost over and it had been fairly quiet. Between testing and inspecting gear equipment and exercising, he managed to get a couple of short naps in to fight off any fatigue. Overall, it was a good day.

Didn't save a life today, but still a good one.

He loved his job. While he understood why some enjoyed the structure of an office or 9-to-5 job, it wasn't for him and never would be. He was a man of action. Being a firefighter was his way of giving back to the community and being part of something bigger than himself. He hoped to become a lieutenant in the near future.

Just when he thought he should get up to study, the alarm rang out.

Time to go to work.

He sprang to get into his gear, his body on autopilot as the other squad members got up and did the same. The small rush of adrenaline hit as he put his boots on before he reminded himself to think clearly. Someone out there was depending on him. Though he wasn't a lieutenant yet, he felt a responsibility for his squad, too. He couldn't let them down.

"No hot date tonight, Curtis?" Jake teased as he got in the truck, Sam and Joaquin hiding their smiles as they followed. All military veterans and good men.

"Fuck off, Jensen," he replied with no heat behind it. Jake was one of the goofier squad members, but the man was strong, dependable, and had a sense of duty. He was also great with kids. "No date talk. We have a job to do."

Truthfully, Curtis couldn't recall the last time he went on a date. He did remember his last girlfriend said his heart was as cold as the blue of his eyes and as black as his buzzed hair. All because he asked to reschedule a date night since he had to pick up an extra shift. He hadn't put in much effort after that to search for the one.

It was a bit lonely, if he was honest with himself. He didn't have a fancy home, but he did work hard to build his from the ground up and took pride in it. While he had a dangerous job and couldn't predict what tomorrow would look like, he could offer safety, loyalty, and trust for his partner. Was that enough by today's standards?

Focus.

Smoke filled the air above a small apartment building as they rounded the corner. There weren't any connecting buildings, but people already gathered on the street to see what was going on as they parked. They had to get anyone inside out safely and contain the fire.

We may not salvage the building since it's a small and older structure, but we can save the tenants.

"I'm guessing at least two apartments on the lowest level, Everett," he heard through his mic as he got out of the truck. "You check the first door. Jensen, you take the second door. Wilson and Torres, you check the second level."

As Curtis and the others made their way toward the main entrance, you stumbled out of the building with a slight cough. You had what looked like an animal in your arms as you tried to move out of their way. Before you could, you stumbled off the step, his arms shooting out to catch you before you hit the pavement.

"Easy. I've got you," he said through his helmet, steadying you as you blinked. Looking into your eyes was like a punch in the gut, but he didn't have time to stare and exchange pleasantries. "Was there anyone else in there with you?"

"Not in my apartment," you answered with a headshake.

One of the EMTs that arrived on the scene rushed over to get you. As reluctant as Curtis was to hand you over, and he wasn't sure why, he had a job to do and had no choice but to move forward. The smoke hit him hard as he made his way to the first door on the lower level, testing it before he busted it in and followed the room's edges to search the place. By the time Jensen searched the second apartment, the fire had torn through most of the first floor and it wouldn't take long for it to consume the rest of the structure.

You're lucky you got out when you did.

"First floor clear," he yelled into his headset.

Sam and Joaquin found a couple of teenagers who hadn't paid attention to the building fire alarm. "Second floor clear."

Once they searched the third floor and everyone was out safely, the crew worked to extinguish the flames. People of varying ages stared at the structure in a mixture of shock and sadness. Everyone was safe. But where were you?

Why am I concerned?

"Hey!" He called out as he went to the ambulance, taking his helmet and mask off. He didn't recognize the medic. Maybe he was new. "Where's the young woman who ran out when we arrived? She had a bright colored shirt on? Is she okay?"

"Over there," the EMT replied, nodding to where you sat alone on a small patch of grass. "Listen to this. She said she got out before the fire began to spread, but she ran back in before we arrived."

Hearing that set something off inside of Curtis. Maybe the adrenaline was still there and fueled his own inner fire. "She did what?!"

"She ran back into the building, but she's okay. Pupils reactive. No obvious indication of smoke inhalation. No burns. It's a miracle she doesn't have a single one on her. Must have some sort of luck on her side," the EMT said, carefully fitting an older gentleman with a mask. "Wouldn't let me put a mask on her though, even when I insisted. Kept pushing it away and told me to take care of everyone else. I'd like to check her out again, just to be on the safe side."

Yeah. Check her out.

Curtis wasn't sure where the small surge of jealousy came from. "I'll go talk to her," he offered, stripping off part of his gear and coat before he approached you.

You had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a surprisingly calm expression on your face as you lifted your head. There was a chance you were in shock. Or maybe you were contemplating your life choices for going back into a place that was on fire.

"Miss, can you hear me?" he asked, crouching down to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said with a long, hard blink. You looked a little lost, but okay. "Did he send you over? You don't need to make a fuss over me. Really."

"I'm glad you're okay," he sighed in relief when your voice came through crystal clear, no obvious signs of smoke in your lungs like the medic said. "Now can you tell me what the hell you were thinking running back into a burning building?!"

You sat up a little straighter with wide eyes. "I had to go back in. You don’t understand!"

"Understand what?!" He asked, doing his best not to get agitated. "What is so important that you ran back into fire?"

"My neighbor ran out without grabbing her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and I couldn't leave him there. She loves him. He's all she has."

This beautiful woman did not just say "cat". And I did not just think she's beautiful.

"You risked your life for a cat?!" He asked louder than he intended. "What the hell were you thinking?! You're lucky you weren't killed."

You tilted your head, not at all phased by him raising his voice. "Don't you risk your life every time you go into a fire?"

"Yeah. Because I'm a FIREMAN. That's what I'm supposed to do," he argued, irritated that you asked such a question.

"Well, I’m a cat lover!" You huffed, holding your chin higher like you dared him to argue.

Oh, I have so many things I want to say.

Curtis was tempted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you hard enough to knock some sense into you. Didn't you know how quickly a fire could spread? The heat alone could've killed you. That was without you inhaling any of the thick, toxic smoke that filled the area as the flames raged out of control.

"Miss, I'm asking as nicely as possible: Are you insane?"

Your eyes crinkled before you giggled, the happy sound foreign in such a terrible situation. Then again, people responded to traumatizing events in different ways. "I might be a little. Have you ever done male modeling?" You questioned.

Heat rose to Curtis's cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire aftermath. Something was wrong with you. There had to be. People he saved didn't hit on him. Some of the other guys were on the receiving end of that, but not him. Apparently, he was too gruff and grumpy.

"You're really pretty," you mused when he didn't answer you.

Pretty. You called me pretty.

"…I think you should go to the hospital."

"Why? I feel fine."

"Smoke inhalation. A hit to the head. I really don't know how else to explain your behavior."

Besides the fact that you clearly have no sense of self preservation and need someone to look out for you.

"I feel fine. You're just really pretty," you smiled, reaching out toward his cheek. "Even with ash on your face, you're gorgeous. And you're huge."

He grabbed your wrist before you touched him, careful not to harm you. "No one calls me pretty," he said, thankful none of the others were close enough to hear you. That was the last thing he needed to deal with. Though he was a little flattered.

Just a little.

"What do people call you, Sir?" You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.

Your neighbor, complete with the large, fluffy cat you rescued in her arms interrupted before Curtis could give you an answer or dwell on your doe eyed expression. "Thank you for saving Mr. Whiskers," she said, sniffling as she held the ball of fur closer. "I don't know what I would do without him."

You shrugged with a smile, like a blazing inferno hadn't destroyed part of, if not all of, your building. "It was nothing. I just did what anyone else would do."

No. Most people wouldn't risk their lives for a cat who doesn't belong to them.

He fixed you with the sternest gaze he could muster when the older lady walked away. "You put yourself in unnecessary danger, Miss. You're not trained for that and it isn't your job to be the hero," he said, hoping you'd never encounter a situation like this in the future.

Your lower lip wobbled and he worried you'd burst into tears. Maybe his demeanor wasn't the kindest in the moment, but he didn't want to make you cry. "I know it isn't my job, but I wanted to help."

Curtis deflated a little, but was still fired up. "Your job is to take care of yourself," he said, jabbing a finger in the direction of your neighbor. "How do you think she would've felt if you didn't make it out? Or your loved ones?"

"But I did make it out," you said in a small voice.

He almost ran a hand over his face. You made it out unscathed, but how much of that was luck? He wouldn't admit it, but it was impressive what you did. But what about your safety?

Who takes care of you?

"Miss, is there anyone I can call for you? Family? A partner?" He asked, done with lecturing you. "You won't be able to stay here."

"My family doesn't live close by and I don't have a partner," you answered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. He wasn't sure why he was relieved that you didn't have a partner and he didn't want to examine that further tonight. "I'll figure something out."

"I'd feel better knowing you have a place to stay," he said, his tone gentler than before.

Grief filled your eyes when you looked past him. "Is everything gone?" You asked.

Curtis was never one for getting attached to possessions as he never had a lot growing up. But the weight of losing cherished memories and homes was heavy for many. By helping your neighbor, you most likely didn't grab anything for yourself.

"Chances are everything in your apartment is probably gone," he answered, not wanting to lie to you. He placed a gloved hand on your arm, knowing it wouldn't do much to comfort you when a tear fell. Still, he had to try. "But like you said, you made it out. That's the most important thing."

"Yeah," you smiled sadly, shocking him by pushing yourself up off the ground and wiping your eyes. "Well, thank you for getting everyone out. You're a hero."

"Just doing my job," Curtis said, your gentle praise meaningful. Though he had a feeling you were deflecting and his instincts weren't usually wrong. "Do you have a place to stay?" He pressed as he stood to his full height.

You looked at the ground as you shook your head. "Not really. I moved here recently for work and don't really know anyone, besides my neighbor. It's okay though. I'll stay in a hotel until I figure something out."

His heart sank. He couldn't imagine moving to a new place just to lose it in a flash. "But relief service can help-"

"I'll have the EMT give me the all clear again, if it makes you feel better," you said, stunning him by throwing your arms around him. Even through the smoke, he caught the scent of your sweet perfume. "I appreciate you checking on me personally, Sir."

"Curtis," he said, your brows furrowed as you stepped back. "My name is Curtis."

You smiled and gave him your name before you headed to the ambulance, leaving him to stare after you.

"Jensen!" He yelled, his teammate still in full gear as he trotted over. "Punch me in the face."

"…Is this a test?" He asked, slowly removing his helmet. "I mean. I can punch you. That's not the problem. But why would I punch you? Did you do something wrong?"

"Because I'm worried about her. She ran back inside to save her neighbor's cat."

Jake looked in your direction before he smiled at Curtis, who glared in return. "Really? Why would I punch you for worrying about her?"

"Because it's stupid."

Curtis didn't understand. You were a stranger. He knew nothing about you. So why did he feel the need to look out for you?

Maybe I should have my own head examined.

"I think it's kind of sweet. Romantic. You must think she's cute at least if you're telling me to hit you."

That's why it's stupid.

"She said she's staying in a hotel," Curtis said. How long would you do that? When would you find a place to live?

"She should contact relief service," Jake said, bumping his shoulder. "Hey! Didn't you just fix up your guest room? Offer it to her."

Curtis looked at Jake like he had grown a second head. "Why would I do that?" he asked.

"Isn't that what heroes do? They meet the heroine and sweep her off her feet during her time of need?" Jake asked, rolling his eyes when Curtis grunted. "Maybe just give her your number. Let her know she has a friend if she needs one? You know grief may hit later and who better than to help?"

"Maybe I'll give her my number. Maybe."

"And offer her your room," Jake added, stepping back just in time to avoid Curtis shoving him away.

One step at a time.

Sneaking a look at you in the back of the ambulance, Curtis couldn't believe he was contemplating what Jake suggested. It was crazy. But seeing your tiny smile, something about it pushed at his inner wall. You intrigued him. And his last failed connection was wrong. He didn't have a cold heart.

He'd prove it.

This was actually going to be Ari when the idea first formed, but Curtis seemed like a better fit. Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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