alex claremont-diaz/henry fox-mountchristen-windsor

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.)

It’s been five months, and still Alex is never completely prepared for Henry’s performances. Private or otherwise.Or,Henry is a night dancer, and he’s everything Alex wants.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Alex asks although the answer is probably no if Henry’s sitting in his bed, staring at his suppressants. Stupid question. Alex already has regrets, but he also hasn’t had any coffee yet, and he’s only been awake for half a minute so he thinks he can be excused. At least he immediately clocked the situation and asked. He can be a good boyfriend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After years of taking suppressants to hide his omega status, after the email leak and the election, after things finally settle, Henry and Alex spend Henry’s first heat together.

Saturday nights in the ER were, from Alex’s humble point of view, the worst. When the rest of the week tended to be incredibly busy still —as emergency rooms always were, Saturday nights brought a whole new level of insanity Alex had yet to get used to. — In which Alex's shift in the ER turns out to be more interesting than previously planned when a certain patient is admitted in quite a... peculiar situation.

Henry is an unknown writer who has signed with a clinic to be a surrogate to finance his first book. When he finds out that someone has selected him to be their surrogate, Henry is more than elated. That someone, however, is high profile lawyer, Alexander Claremont-Diaz. Surely this should be an easy process. Henry is about to find out.

“When I was in college, my girlfriend and I used to play this game—” Henry has been through extensive and rigorous etiquette training. Private tutors. The whole lot. He’s been thoroughly and expertly edified to remain impassive, attentive, unruffled, in even the most extreme of circumstances. But if this gorgeous man is about to tell him about some sort of perverted royal roleplay he engaged in with his college girlfriend, Henry’s going to revisit his decision about not jumping out of the bloody window. Or: Henry attends a charity gala intent on changing the trajectory of his life. He certainly does, but not quite in the way he intended. (Henry’s POV of No Consequences)

“Christ, Alex.” Henry stalked up to him. Alex was suddenly greeted with a handful of him, cold hands on his cheeks, his body warm to the touch. He looked almost frantic, chewing on his lip as he tried to get words out. “I haven’t been nearly as horny in my life. I need you to fuck me.” (or, six times henry gets railed)

“I have a secret,” Alex whispers in his ear—he’s sprawled over Henry on the couch, calves and thighs and chests pressed together, breath washing over Henry’s skin. “I shouldn’t tell you.” “Oh?” Alex nods vehemently. “Can’t lose you,” he murmurs, fingertips on Henry’s face, and Christ that touch is deadly. “Can’t tell you I love you. You’d leave.” Henry stares. “Oh.”

Alex calls the stupid advice podcast because he’s bored and out of ideas and he’s been trying his best, but Henry doesn’t seem to be feeling any better. “My friend was seeing this guy for four months, and then just got straight up ghosted. What can I do to support him?” The podcast host - a comedian most of the time - answers, “Oh, you’re gonna have to fuck him.”

There aren’t many instances in which Henry would claim he exhibits a colorful vocabulary. In fact, he could likely list them on one hand: when wretched people say the most bigoted things, when the local grocer has run out of their Jaffa Cake stock in the minuscule international aisle, when he gets bored and resorts to writing homoerotic poetry in his moleskin journal with a fountain pen like some lovelorn literary scholar from the eighteenth century. And now, when he’s assigned to a gig he doesn’t want to be at. As in, he would rather publish said poetry to the unrelenting, merciless masses of the internet than be at this gig. “You must be bloody fucking kidding me.” - Or, When Rolling Stone names Alex Claremont-Diaz as the number one rising star to look out for, Henry is tasked with the sole responsibility of photographing him for their cover shot. Which, truly, wouldn’t be an issue—it’s an incredible opportunity—except Henry doesn’t trust that miscreant to be within ten feet of him ever since The Incident™

“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.

“You try for eloquence when your hot as fuck boyfriend trots on in and doesn’t feel the need to warn you about his new accessory,” Alex argues, pulling their bodies back flush. “Like … oh my god, baby, I can’t deal with you. What the fuck. You look obscene. Did it hurt?” “It stung a bit,” Henry admitted, watching in amusement as Alex’s eyebrows knit together in concern. “Baby,” Alex clucks his tongue and gently guides Henry’s face down to his lips. Henry flushes as he kisses the curve of his ear, his earlobe and then his cheek with an exaggerated smack of his lips. --------- OR after a drunken night with Pez, Henry gets his ear repierced. Alex has a lot of feelings about it.

When Henry organises an evening of group sex, he never expects to meet a gorgeous man he wants to marry and have children with. Or, a meet-cute at a sex club.

After David gets adopted by Prince Henry he needs to get used to his new life as a royal dog. His soon-to-be best friend Mr. Wobbles helps him, somehow the cat seems to know everything. David and his new dad have good days and bad days, but everything gets more complicated when Henry falls in love with a guy named Alex. David is really excited when he realises that Alex is the first human who truly understands him. The lovebirds travel with him around the world. Paris, Berlin, New York... the travelling beagle sees everything. Or: RWRB from David's PoV

"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.

Alex doesn't care about finding his soulmate. His words are strange, and he rather likes his freedom. Henry wonders if fate will take his tastes into consideration. Neither of them expect to discover the other is their soulmate - and Henry's hidden status as an Omega only complicates matters.

Henry Fox is a literature student at the New York University and he loves writing poems. One day his eyes settle on Alex Claremont-Diaz, a law student with a passion for football. For Henry it's almost love at first sight, so he starts to write a collection of poetry about Alex. But what happens when destiny forces them to start talking?

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

Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind. Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is. But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again. OR What-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house

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.

“It’ll be fun,” Alex insists, rotating the screen again so that he can open up the website. “It’s… fish, love.” Alex rolls his eyes. “It’s way more than that. Have you never been to an aquarium before?” “Why on earth would I go to an aquarium?"---I'm forcing the boys to go on a date - they deserve it <3