june claremont-diaz

One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means. Alex very narrowly does not break something. (When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that? Yes, it's a You've Got Mail AU.)

“If y’all don’t contact the CIA right fucking now, I swear to God, Shaan, I will do it myself. My mom is the President. I’m the First Son. I won’t hesitate to use my position. I don’t fucking care if it causes a conflict between us and the Queen. The love of my life is missing, and nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world is more important than him,” Alex vows. or,Alex storms the Kensington Palace for the second time after Henry tells him to leave, and Henry is missing.

"Promise me one thing?" Henry broke the silence with a trembling voice, dancing around the knot in his throat. "Anything," Alex replied in the same whispering tone, his words traveling to Henry's lips with the softness of a breeze. "Promise you won't forget me?" Henry's plea came inflamed with vulnerability, insecurity, and fear playing in every fiber of his being. "Not even if I tried," Alex assured, bringing his lips close for a kiss without contact, a seal of sincerity that transcended letters and words. Henry wasn't finished. He held Alex's gaze with an intensity that defied the barriers between them. "Promise we will be the Florentino and Fermina of our time? That no matter how much time passes, you will still love me?" - Henry is the future king of England, and he has to fiercely fight monarchy to live an unexpected, but devastating love story.

When Henry Fox met Alexander Claremont-Diaz his life changed forever. When Henry Fox fell in love with Alexander Claremont-Diaz he realised for the first time in his life that home wasn’t a place, but a person. It is not despite this but because of this that Henry bought the brownstone, knowing that one day it would be their home. Although Alexander Claremont-Diaz is his home, there is nothing he wants more in the world than to build a home, and a family together with him—to alternate from two homes side by side and become one. Or The one where Alex and Henry get married and raise a baby girl together.

Look, Alex Claremont-Diaz might be many things; a caffeine addict, a bit of a slob (yes he will pick up some of the clothes on the floor and throw out his old notes sometime), an avid list maker (even this itself is a list, see, point proven), a stubborn motherfucker, professional insomniac… But one thing he’s not is an idiot. Sometimes he gets a little bit oblivious, he can admit to that much, it might take him some time to figure things out. Like why he wasn’t welcomed at June and Nora’s sleepovers sometimes or how they had this weird connection between them and what it meant. But he gets there eventually, okay? So it took him some time, well it should have been obvious from his first reaction to Henry’s ’But we were ever so careful, dear’ message, giggling into his phone like a fucking tennager, but he is now very well aware of the fact that he is into Henry. And reluctantly he can admit that it might not be purely physical attraction, he may or may not be harboring some feelings towards the unnecessarily charming asshole as well. OR What would happen if Alex figured out he was bisexual and attracted to Henry before the New Year's Eve Party.

“Hey, Nora?” “Yeah?” she looked up from her phone. “Numbers on me meeting someone who shares the same birthday as me today?” “0.0027%, why?” “No reason.” Or, the chances of meeting your soulmate in a random antique shop are low but never zero

Henry is absolutely obsessed with the runner he sees in the park every day at lunch. Added a smutty/schmoopy second chapter

They haven’t seen one another since they exchanged a whispered argument about profiteroles at some fancy dinner over a year ago, when—to the rest of the world, at least—Henry was a straight man living in Kensington Palace and Alex was a straight woman living in the White House. And now… a gay man and a bisexual trans man meet in Texas. Henry’s whole face scrunches up as his frown deepens and turns more sad than confused. “I really wish you would just—”Alex sighs and rolls his eyes. “Will you give up already? I can deal with him.”“Christ, I’m not saying you can’t,” Henry says exasperatedly, “I’m saying you don’t have to. You carry so much, Alex. I’m simply trying to help you lighten the load in any infinitesimal way you’ll let me.”“And having a guy you hate move in with you is somehow only an infinitesimal inconvenience to you?”Henry gives Alex a tired, cold look and clenches his jaw. “If it gets you away from your transphobic roommate,” he says, low but vehement, “then yes. Christ, Alex, you’re not a bloody inconvenience.” Or: Henry learns how to cook, and Alex learns to let people take care of him.