Henry loves this part. The giddy energy, the swapped grins. Alex climbs on top and begins to devour Henry's skin. He licks Henry's collar bones, making careful work over every groove. His hips buck up into Alex, he can feel his bulge rubbing up against Alex’s. He runs his hand through Alex’s hair, tugging a little. Alex takes the hint, capturing Henry's lips. ‘I need you so much, baby.’ Henry gasps into the next kiss, his eyes feel prickly. His hands gather around Alex’s neck, his thumbs stroking the sensitive spot behind Alex’s ears. Alex starts to laugh, the air hot on Henry's face. ‘You asshole!’ Henry shrugs, blinking his glossy eyes. Alex pinches at Henry's waist, making him squirm underneath him. He slaps Alex's chest lightly. ‘Okay, okay. No more tomfoolery.’ Alex squints at him and shakes his head. ‘Tomfoolery… who are you?’ ‘Just a posh twit who has a soft spot for American boys who have eyelashes that should be registered as weapons.’

🌳 frolicking amongst wildflowers/through the forest 🌊 skinny-dipping (and/or warming up after) 🔥 sharing (smores or drinks) around the bonfire 🌼 in full bloom (sex pollen) 🎞️ outdoor movie theater 🌦️ kissin' in the rain (or more) 😎 spring break fun 🤩 stargazing 🃏 WILD CARD: your choice of a sping-themed prompt

‘You looked, dare I say, happy.’ The word almost startles Henry. Happiness has barely been a concept in his life. There are moments of light, laughing with Percy or dueting with Beatrice but mostly his heart has been wrapped up in shadows. Until now, he supposes. Beatrice puts a hand on his knee, her nails are a violent red colour that their Grandmother definitely disapproves of. ‘Feel it Henry. Don't run away from it.’ Henry looks at his sister, her eyes close to filling with tears. Christ, she looks so much like their mother. Before she cut ties with reality anyway. ‘I’ll try.’ He takes Bea's hand, kissing her knuckles like their father used to do. She smiles, a tear dribbles down her cheek and it feels all too bittersweet.

1. please could you be tender? by @judasofsuburbia - Trans Henry, ballet dancer Alex, my gift from the Anywhere With You event that I'm still obsessed with
2. Watermelon Sugar by @heysweetheart-writes - the hottest threesome fic ever, bisexual win.
3. then fucking have me by @lucifers-favorite-child - a royalty AU with so many goodies
4. Longer Than Most by @happiness-of-the-pursuit - Trans Henry and unplanned pregnancy, a fic that was clearly written with so much love.
5. (make me) misbehave by @onward--upward - musician Alex & actor Henry AU, the press & social media detail is impeccable

Alex can't fucking believe it. Mr Doesn't Know Other Colours Aside Grey Exist is scuttling in, stopping their lecture mid sentence as the door crashes behind him. He hears a slurry of groans and sighs around him, looking back a couple of rows to see a couple of girls practically melting over their desks. Alex rolls his eyes. I mean he gets it, he's objectively handsome. In a classic beauty standard kind of way. The blonde hair and impeccable waistline will probably do for most women. Maybe some men, he supposes. ‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ His questionable train of thought is interrupted by British vowels in what he presumes is a cashmere sweater.

‘That’s it, oh you look so handsome. Stay still for papa, okay?’

‘My pretty little queen.’ Alex all but melts in Henry's arms. Henry smiles warmly at him, pushing his fingers through Alex’s curls, somewhat esque after their activities. He can feel the rough edge of the throne behind him and can't help but think it's some ironic metaphor that's come to life. ‘Where’d you go?’ Alex whispers into Henry’s collarbones, her hand plays with the loose edge of his shirt. Henry grazes his lips on Alex's forehead, leaving delicate pecks. ‘Nowhere important.’ They look at each with soft eyes, Alex isn't ready to leave that thought completely but Henry knows he'll bring it back later, when the time is right. Now they bask in the glory of the throne and smell of sex on their skin.

His limbs feel the pressure of the water as he slips into a spin. His body is contorted by ripples from the other dancers, as if they're keeping him in line. He can't see anything resembling an audience but he knows he's being watched. Henry has been watched his entire life, why should that change in his dreams? He pushes a leg out into the dark expanse, aiming for the next position. Suddenly a body jostles into him, setting off through the water. He kicks his feet to reach the body. The familiar warm brown gaze greets him. Henry gulps, now he feels the wetness that surrounds them. Why is Alex here? He doesn't belong here, he sticks out amongst the darkness. Henry grips his face. He's smiling but there's no life there, a puppet brought to life. Alex, love, can you hear me? Henry slaps his cheeks lightly but there's no response. The little light he has is dying out, he looks up to see a myriad of dancers surrounding them. Their black tutus dissolve into a cloud of ink and swallow them up despite Henry's silent cries.