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Henry feels something slot into place and solidify in his chest, replacing the last remnants of uncertainty, and he knows beyond doubt, beyond reason, that he will always be by Alex’s side. They’ve been torn down and broken, and built back up stronger and more resilient together. They’re unbreakable.
Or: the one where Henry just knows
Trumps anti-DEI crusade is causing businesses to drop progressive agendas for fear of government retaliation.
This would indicate that Corporate America was always rainbow washing with their participation in Pride events.
This is a great reminder that Corporate America is not now, has never been, and never will be on your side.
Remember this when Corporate America puts out all their meaningless hashtag pride statements in a couple of months, and don't let them get away with it. Call them out, and give your support to the people who do stand up when it matters, not just when it's convenient or profitable.
TZP attends the Lacoste Womenswear Fall/Winter 2025-2026 at Paris Fashion Week 📷: Peter White/Getty Images
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“Oxford, like twenty years ago—” Twenty-one, actually. “I was there for a term abroad. We had a class together.” Alex huffs a disbelieving laugh and pushes a hand back through his curls. “We, uh, well. There was that party after final exams…” “I’m so sorry, I don’t recall that one” Henry lies, flashing an apologetic smile. “I don’t remember the details of most of those uni parties these days.”
(Twenty years ago, Henry met—and let go of—his soulmate. Now he's in his 40s, with a new job in a new city, and certainly not expecting said soulmate to come barreling into his life again. A small white lie seems like the simplest way to keep things from getting awkward, but real life has a way of getting complicated.)
E, 24k. First half posted, second half coming Saturday.
The second half of this has now been posted! Start at chapter 4 if you read the first half!
Also I can't believe I didn't tag but this was a gift for @dumbpeachjuice thank you for being an absolute wonder!!
RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023)
Alex + pulling Henry closer
I love a slutty, slutty man.
TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ Flaunt Magazine x Lacoste
A collection of prompts for the 100 I Love Yous Collection
(thank you to the mods for creating the collection and @pragmatic-optimist for helping me work through the prompts)
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Chapter 1: "I bought you a ticket."
“It was just so out of the fucking blue. One minute, we were working on our Econ project, and the next, he had his hand down my pants in the back of the library. I guess he’s hot, maybe. Shitty taste in coffee, I mean, he genuinely enjoys Starbucks.” Alex shrugs. “Big dick, though.”
Henry suppresses a sigh as he refreshes the page on his laptop. There are still two minutes before the tickets go live, and Henry’s not sure he’s going to make it.
Chapter 2: "I'll do it for you."
“Come here, little kit, I’ll do it for you.”
Henry sighs both at the term of endearment and the tie that’s wound uselessly around his fingers.
He feels too old for pet names and too young for ties, and he’s not sure if he wants to stand up for himself and demand that he doesn’t get shipped off to boarding school or break down in his father’s arms.
He splits the difference and shoves the tie into his father’s hands while his bottom lip wobbles.
Chapter 3: "Happy birthday."
“What’s next?”
“A ribbon cutting ceremony for a new playscape at a park in Shoreditch, then a quick visit to a retirement community–we’ll get you in and out in under an hour, then a stop at a post office on The Strand where you’ll mail a letter using the new commemorative stamp of the Queen and then we’ll get you home.”
Henry gives Shaan a look, and Shaan smiles tightly.
“We’ll get you back to Kensington, sir.”
Chapter 4: "Be careful."
When Alex was eight, he broke his arm when he was thrown from a horse on his grandparents' ranch.
He was in a cast that went up to his elbow for six weeks. He had to wrap it in a plastic bag every time he showered, and he couldn’t go swimming in the lake, but it tossed him into a storm of popularity he’d never experienced before.
All of his classmates wanted to know how it happened. They wanted to sign his cast, help him carry his backpack, and sit with him at recess.
When he was ten, he sprained his ankle after jumping off the hay bales in the barn.
A few years later, he tore ligaments in his fingers when his hand got tangled in the reins of a horse that bolted.
Written for 'Hey Sweetheart 2025' from @ficwip
"Only a few more hours, love." Henry looks at his watch and resumes folding and packing everything up. "That's still a few hours too long." Henry chuckles. "Indeed, but your classes should keep you occupied enough that it won't seem as long?"
or: Alex picks Henry up from the airport
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