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she/her, in my 30s. everwitch on AO3. profile picture commissioned from stardisnight. https://archiveofourown.org/users/everwitch

Title: with a little help from my friends Written by: everwitch Summary: Before Henry meets Alex, he meets June. It's a rare instance of friendship at first sight; June is completely wonderful, as are her closest chums. Henry soon finds himself wishing he was truly a part of their group. That'd have been lovely. They seem very good to one another. He's therefore pleased, if a little intimidated, when Nora ends the night by posing the question: "So how do we keep Henry forever?" (The answer will come as no surprise to anybody.)
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He likes Henry, which isn’t news, but he’s been holding it like it’s manageable, just a crush. But he knows he can’t put it down easily, now, it’s too big, outgrowing the box he’s tried to hold it in for the few days since he realized how he felt. It scares him, a bit, that he can’t feel the bottom of the feelings well. He can’t poke around and find the end, where the crush stops.
Sneaking through windows (running from storms) by angelclaremontdiaz Summary: Alex points emphatically at the window, watching as Henry saunters towards him, lifting the window reluctantly above his head. Cold air and rain immediately blows into his room, causing him to flinch slightly. "Oh my god," Henry says. "What on earth is wrong with you." Alex nearly falls inside trying to climb through. His shoes squeak as they skid against the hardwood floor, he catches himself badly on Henry's desk chair. "Nice to see you too, Fox." "You climbed a tree." "Thank you, Captain obvious."
'accidentally yrs' by paintingadream Summary: The email was meant for someone else. Henry doesn't know that. Alex figues he can fake it. A few dates, an easy out, no harm done. But the pretending stops feeling like pretend. And the line between truth and lie keeps blurring. The house of cards will fall eventually. The only question is what it will cost when it does.
"accidentally yrs" by paintingadream Summary: The email was meant for someone else. Henry doesn't know that. Alex figues he can fake it. A few dates, an easy out, no harm done. But the pretending stops feeling like pretend. And the line between truth and lie keeps blurring. The house of cards will fall eventually. The only question is what it will cost when it does.
A fanart illustration of Alex and Henry embracing. They're out in a park with the Eiffel tower visible in the distance. Alex is wearing a white cardigan layered over a Lacoste green shirt and is looking sort of nervous. Henry has a blue sweater over a white shirt and is smiling with ease. He looks utterly radiant. And he's looking right at Alex. Alex is wearing Henry's signet ring on his pinky.
Posh Assholes (and how to Fuck Them) Summary: June's friend Henry is extremely hot and - quite clearly - extremely into rich people things. Stuff like expensive port and tax avoidance and general information about the Cayman Islands. Alex can play that game, okay - especially if it means he can get Henry under him. * “Hey. I’m Alex, June’s brother. I’m in pre-law. Do you ski?” Nailing it.
Nora slowly swivels her chair to the left so she can keep June in her line of sight. It’s still so weird that June’s actually here, in Nora’s bedroom, scrutinizing the contents of Nora’s bookcase. Girls like June don’t come over to Nora’s for a play date. Or for any kind of date. Girls like June also don’t let girls like Nora take them to prom. “You’ve won all these?” June has apparently zoned in on the shelf of mathlete trophies. Nora sits a little straighter. “Yeah. Mom keeps the big ones downstairs, though.” June gives her a look. “You really need to get out more.” “Do you honestly think that’s original?” “I think it’s correct,” June says. She’s back to staring at the shelf. “Did you actually get a deferral from MIT?” Fuck. Goddamn her. “Yeah.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a literal genius? Isn’t that your whole thing?” “Why are you in my room, again?” “I’m just saying, I don’t get it.”
Summary: “You’re going to spend some quality time with Prince Henry: photos, interviews, the works. You’ll explain how your similar positions have brought you very close. You have much in common—” “Trust me, we have nothing in common.” “... Which is why the Prince has found a great role model in you.” “Wait, really?” “And likewise, you see something in him that reminds you of your younger self.” “Oh, come on! It was just getting good.” “Suck it up. You’re Prince Henry’s mentor, confidant, and friend, and you'd never, ever assault the kid in front of hundreds of dignitaries. It was all an accident.” “Can we go back to how Henry worships me and wants to have my babies? I liked that bit.” Alex is almost 30, in law school, and looks a lot like that guy from The Kissing Booth. Henry is a blue-eyed 22-year-old with his heart trapped in a gilded cage. They were never supposed to fall in love—but when they do, it changes absolutely everything. This is not the ‘Red, White & Royal Blue’ you think you know.
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It's a beautiful boutique hotel. Gorgeous views. Henry pulls all the blinds the moment they're alone. "Come here," he says. The above snippet is from a future chapter of 'but I can't help how wonderful life is when you're in the world' by everwitch.
"I know what you're doing." Henry grins like he couldn't be more delighted to be found out. "Do you, now?" Alex squeezes his hand, fighting a smile. "It's so not cute." "Mm," Henry says. "If you say so." It is, in fact, devastatingly charming. Alex barely lasts another mile before they're kissing about it.
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Fic banner featuring the title: "but I can’t help how wonderful life is when you’re in the world". Above the title are two photos from the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. The left photo is of the Renaissance City Gallery which Alex and Henry visit in the book. The right photo is of a different sculpture gallery at the museum where they filmed that scene for the movie. The photos are placed side by side and cropped so that the base of two statues in the respective locations align seamlessly in the middle.
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Summary: "Good game, Mr. Hunter." Scott looks up, and it's— "Shane Hollander," he says, speaking the name like the phrase of greeting it isn't. Really, though, Scott thinks he's allowed to be a bit startled. You don't often find your opponent's team captain at your hotel bar that same night. "No wild celebration to attend?" Hollander gives a measured smile. "Later," he says. And he takes the seat next to Scott, signalling for the bartender. *** Or: what if Shane was the one who spoke to Scott Hunter?
"Alex, what have you done?" from a future chapter of 'but I can't help how wonderful life is when you're in the world' by everwitch
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It should be impossible for things to escalate this quickly. One moment, Shane had been hugging his mom bye, and she'd told him—jokingly!—that he'd better not gamble away his tuition money in Vegas. And he hadn't. Obviously. A single year at college hasn't changed him that much. But the very next moment—or at least that's what it'd felt like—Shane had been breaking up a stupid bar fight between two of their own after a brutal loss to UNLV. Thankless job. And in the end it'd only made things worse. Who knew bail was so expensive? Shane can't tell his parents. He simply doesn't fuck up like this. Ever. But Googling 'make much money very quickly' yields depressing results.
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"I've never even been to Monaco." From a future chapter of "but I can't help how wonderful life is when you're in the world" by everwitch.
"If things don't work out with your boyfriend," says the impossibly beautiful man at the hotel bar, "I'm, like, right here." That's preposterous. It ought to be a joke but very clearly isn't. Henry still smiles in return. "I don’t believe I'll take you up on that." The man looks unimpressed. "Still," he says, sounding as though he'd argue his point if prompted. As though he'd very much like to do so, even. Jesus. But he wouldn't gain much from that. "He's my fiancé, actually." That doesn't take at all. "Why, though?"
'rest on your patient lips' by Anonymous Summary: He is thinking of Alex. He is thinking of him when Percy asks if he has done it. He is thinking of him through every page. He is thinking of him now where he stands in the park opposite his store. He is thinking of him because he does not understand why he did not kill him. or: the one where Henry is an emotionally stunted vampire with a strict code that only allows him to feed on criminals, and Alex is a bookstore clerk wrongly accused of being one that he cannot commit to killing. Written for the Anywhere with You 2025 event.
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"Stay," Alex says, softer than he'd planned to. He only just stops himself from tacking on a 'please.' Fuck, he's terrified. It's the third time they've hooked up since he picked Henry up at that bar. Or since Henry picked him up. The details blur a little. Alex only really knows that he'd taken one look at Henry, thought 'yes,' and moved. Henry's the one watching him now. Too cautiously. Alex doesn't like that one bit. "I don't want to overstay my welcome." Famously something that happens when someone has asked you to stay. "You wouldn't. Promise." Henry tilts his head a little to the side as he keeps studying Alex. "This is, er. New." Does he have to make a big deal of it?
"So what are you looking for tonight?" Alex asks, batting his ridiculous lashes like he's innocent, or something. Like he hasn't come over to chat with Henry at the bar for one specific purpose. Henry puts a hand unsubtly on Alex’s arm, thouroughly enjoying how that immediately makes Alex smile. "True love, I suppose," he says. Alex smirks a little, clearly catching on. "Nothing superficial, then?" "Oh, no," Henry agrees. He moves his hand a little lower, right to where Alex's t-shirt ends. Skin to skin. There'll be more of that if he gets his way. "If I happened to be outrageously bloody easy for, say, your eyelashes, it'd matter little. I want a real connection. Something quite pure." "I respect that," Alex says, breathless. "Likewise, if your accent was a hundred percent doing it for me, you wouldn't hear of it."
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There's a hand digging into Henry’s thigh. It feels purposeful. A little authoritative, even. Very close to absolute perfection. Especially when the touch roams higher, almost where Henry craves it most. Henry sinks into it easily, moaning without shame as he raises his head just enough to meet a pair of intensely brown eyes. Gorgeous. The man's utterly perfect body helps, too. Finally, the man's hand wraps tightly around Henry's cock, and Henry— Henry's eyes fly open. He's alone. His morning alarm blares angrily. Jesus.
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'If you feel the way I do' It's apparently true, what they say about soulmates. Once your sixteenth birthday has passed and you find yourself in their presence, close enough for your soulbond to come alive, you'll be able to feel it. You'll simply know. Henry knows, all right. He opens his eyes, his heart beating madly in his chest as he looks across the cafeteria. His gaze is drawn to a presence that he can feel so completely, now, almost like it's become part of himself, like a piece he's been missing. He blinks, slowly, as he meets the wide eyes of another boy. It's Alex Claremont-Diaz. Henry's breath hitches. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
Alex’s birthday is two weeks before Henry’s—but Alex is a whole year younger. Which means Henry still has eleven and a half months until Alex learns that Henry is the person who’s meant for him. Unless, of course, Henry manages to avoid him for the rest of their lives. He’s not having much luck so far. You’d think it’d be easier; it’s a huge campus with thousands of students. There’s no reason that Alex, specifically, should turn up around every corner. But it’s possible it's actually been like this since the day they both enrolled; their schedules inexplicably aligned, their paths crossing time and time again. Fate, et cetera. Only Henry has never taken notice before. He's had no reason to. There’s certainly no ignoring it now.
He says it like a warning. Silly boy. It ought to be a promise.
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“Did you mean what you said, earlier?” “I’ve said a lot of things.” “What you said about me,” Henry clarifies. His smile is deceptively sweet. “You said that I’m hot.” Alex freezes. He’s not sure what Henry sees in his expression, but whatever it is, it makes Henry’s smile widen into a grin. Shit. The thing is, though, that Henry really doesn’t look upset. Not even a little. Suddenly, Alex wishes that he’d paid more attention to June’s endless supply of gossip magazines. Is Henry Wales gay? Bi? Open to experimenting? “I said your stage persona is hot,” Alex points out. He’s mostly stalling for time. “I didn’t actually say—” “It was implied, wasn’t it?” Henry cuts in, and fuck, he’s really enjoying this. “I must say, I’m very flattered.” “It can’t be the first time you’ve heard it,” Alex argues, well aware that he’s only painting himself further into the very same corner. It's not a corner he minds. “Really, you must get that all the time.” “I’m flattered,” Henry says, speaking very deliberately, “because it came from you.” Right. So, not straight. Alex swallows, his heart thudding in his chest as Henry watches him closely. There’s a purpose to the way Henry lets his eyes slide across Alex’s face, down his chest, then lower. When their eyes lock again, the tension has Alex holding his breath.
Afterwards, at the voter registration table outside, he only just keeps his camera smile intact. It’s a good thing nobody here knows him well enough to tell the difference. Except… Fuck. Fucking fuck. How’s it even possible? “Alex? Is that you?”
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Summary: AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. *** In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.
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Afterwards, Henry slumps back against the sheets, throwing an arm across his face. “Christ,” he says faintly. “I’m— Just give me a moment and I’ll—” “Jesus would’ve sucked me off this instant, just sayin’.” “Oh, fuck off,” Henry fires back, except he’s still completely breathless. “God, Alex. Where’d all that come from?”
Title: Am I the Asshole? Summary: AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. *** In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.
A photo of a bagel that has been baked with a little extra dough to make up the head and tail of a beagle. Dough in different colors has been used to create the details in the face, and the result is impeccable and immensely cute. It looks like the kind of baked goods that could easily go super viral.
Henry arrives early. One moment, Alex is taking off his cufflinks and deliberating an extra dab of his signature fragrance. The next, Henry’s got him pressed against the hastily locked door, kissing him in a way that suggests he’s thought of literally nothing else for a month. Alex can relate. He lets Henry have at it for a while before he pushes back a little, just enough to move them towards the bed. They don’t actually break the kiss, though. Or at least Henry doesn’t. The way he keeps diving back in even as they stumble across the room is honestly endearing. But Alex has other plans. He didn’t say he was gonna do bad things to Henry for nothing. The above was a snippet from a future chapter of: 'but I can't help how wonderful life is when you're in the world' by everwitch.
Summary: They've been married for three weeks when Alex suggests a late-night jaunt into the city. Henry, by this point, has already tried to kill Alex four times. None of them have stuck.
When Alex fails to qualify for the 2022 Winter Olympics, it’s all too easy to blame Henry Fox, the dual citizen who’d switched from Team GB to Team USA and snagged the last spot for men’s figure skating. Yet after Alex is abruptly thrown back into the games, he forms an unexpectedly deep connection with Henry. Except no athlete who aims for the top of the podium can afford any serious distractions. Will Alex be able to keep his flaring emotions in check and take home the Olympic gold medal he’s always aimed for?
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"A couple minutes later, with a whiskey in hand, he discreetly peers around the room to see where Henry ended up. There he is—over by the fireplace. And unexpectedly, he’s speaking to Miguel Ramos. Jesus Christ. If they’d only put Liam on the guest list, they’d have the full set." from a future chapter of: 'but I can’t help how wonderful life is when you’re in the world' by everwitch.
It’s the first time Alex has personally fetched coffee for a White House intern. “It’s gonna be okay,” he tells Sahil, who’s looking alarmingly pale behind his tiny, tiny desk. “Here—the finest cappuccino the office machine has to offer, plus two extra shots of espresso. I, uh. I kinda think you'll need them.” Unfortunately, Sahil merely stares at the cup like it’s personally offended him—which is admittedly a slight improvement from staring at Alex like he’s personally offended him. “Explain how a bit of caffeine is gonna fix the bouncy castle catastrophe?” “Isn’t ‘catastrophe’ kind of pushing it—” “Three sprained ankles,” Sahil says. “One of them belongs to a governor’s son whose mommy is now aggressively demanding our insurance information. And as if that wasn’t enough, DC Event Supplies are fucking wondering why we've returned their five thousand dollar party tent cut to shreds.” A lot of firsts this morning; Alex is a hundred percent certain he’s never heard Sahil swear before. He really should’ve put some sugar in that coffee. “So what I’m hearing is, we’re gonna need to send a couple fruit baskets.” Sahil puts his head in his hands. “What I need is a drink. And a vacation.” “... Not up for coffee, then?” “How is this my actual life?” Sahil mutters. He’s still addressing his own desk—and either way, that question was likely rhetorical. Except then he looks up to face Alex again. “Do you know how hard it was to get into this internship program?” he asks. “Or how fucking cool it was? Of course you don’t—she’s your mom, and you’re you—but for the rest of us, getting to work in this administration is supposed to be an insane opportunity, a golden ticket to a career on Capitol Hill. Legislation and policy work, a chance to make an actual goddamn difference.” Huh. Maybe this is about something a little more than just mild injuries and a rentable in need of patching up. “You know, I think you’ve done a really great job. I’d be super happy to give you a refer…
"It’s definitely the first time Alex has personally fetched coffee for a White House intern." From a future chapter of: 'but I can't help how wonderful life is when you're in the world' by everwitch.
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