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it's just a silly phase (i'm going through) by JustNani
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
17 Mar 2024
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Henry is pretty sure his minor crush on his new roommate is harmless. It is statistically bound to go away any time soon - in a few weeks, or a couple of months, tops. So what if Alex is the hottest, most infuriatingly clever and nicest person Henry's ever met? That doesn't mean they can't be friends. Alexa, play "I'm Not In Love" by 10cc.
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18 Mar 2024
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“You can’t just. You can’t,” Henry repeats, sounding like the dumbest idiot on the fucking planet.
“Words and full sentences, sweetheart, you can do it,” Alex gently teases, before looking up, and he freezes when he meets Henry’s gaze and sees something there. “Oh, this is actually serious. You’re serious. What’s the matter? What have I done?”
And that is such an Alex reaction to have that Henry almost gives up and has to take a deep breath and an actual step back to remind himself he has to tackle the subject once and for all, for his own sake.
Because for his innocent question, Alex must know. It can’t have escaped his attention that Henry has been obsessed with him for months. The only plausible explanation for his behaviour lately is that he’s known for a while now, and is for an unknown reason not repulsed by the idea of Henry liking him but somehow using it to his advantage, because he must be aware of the effect he has on Henry. Must have noticed how flustered he gets, how easily he blushes, how he instantly loses his ability to speak coherently as soon as Alex does so much as brush past him.
So right now, since he can’t seem to be able to put a coherent string of thoughts together, Alex getting closer and closer to him, being in his personal space is just– exactly what Henry doesn’t need him to do and where he doesn’t need him to be.
“I’m just, this is too hard. I need– can you back up? Please?” Henry whispers pleadingly.
“Henry,” Alex says, looking worried now, and he tries to touch Henry’s arm but Henry shies away, at the cost of a great mental effort.
“Just– don’t push it, Alex.”
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Henry barks out a laugh “No, no, no, definitely not a model and quite honestly, squirrels bloody terrify me, I actually erm own a bookstore”
“Definitely not a model” Alex mimics teasingly “Are you serious? You’re fucking gorgeous, you definitely could be” and Henry is definitely blushing from head to toe right now.
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10 Jul 2025
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“As I was saying.” Nora claps her hands together. “I have an idea. Spin the bottle, but instead of truth or dare or seven minutes in heaven or whatever, whoever it lands on has to call their crush right now and confess.”
Alex’s heart drops somewhere in below his stomach. “Wait a fucking minute.”
Or, Nora proposes a drinking game, and Alex suddenly has to come to terms with his feelings for his best friends.
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27 Jun 2025
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As he stared at the grand edifice of the palace, Henry felt his stomach flop. He’d taken quite the gamble, uprooting their lives for this. But if he was honest, he felt stale back in England, every day the same routine. He could feel it chipping away at him little by little, and truthfully, he’d been willing to accept that. But when this offer came along, and his son had begged for him to take it, he saw something in Louis he hadn't seen in the two years since his mother had died: joy.
So there they were. In Madrid. About to meet the king of Spain.
It was fine.
Henry was fine.
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25 Jun 2025
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Alex blames their last round of shots for the words that leave his lips. “Don’t be an asshole. Walk away. He’s mine.”
And Alex hears it. Audible only because of how close Henry’s mouth is to his ear. A whine. As Henry completely slumps into his hold, his fingers scrabbling for Alex’s where they’re cuffed together.
He doesn’t know if the guy gets the hint, or if he even fucking heard him, because before Alex can react, Henry is ripping himself from his hold, whirling around to face him. His breathing is erratic, his eyes wide and much darker than they had been a few moments ago. His lips, red and inviting, are parted as he stares into Alex’s eyes.
Frozen, Alex stares back, unable to form a single syllable.
It’s all the warning he gets before Henry is walking away, practically yanking him from the bar with their joined hands, while Alex is powerless to do anything but let himself stumble behind.
Or: Alex and Henry have to spend a drunken night handcuffed together.
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16 Jun 2025