ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ ♡
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~ Red, White and Royal Blue verse
~ bisexual : ships with chemistry
~ First Son of the United States and Aspiring Lawyer.
~ more information down below.
“I don’t know! I feel so guilty for not eating when it’s the one thing I always promise you I’ll remember to do.”
He whimpers quietly into Henry’s neck, practically hiding there.
Henry parts his lips to speak, but then Alex lets out a sob—and Henry moves instantly, pulling him back into his arms without a second thought.
“What can I do, love?” He murmurs, holding him tighter. “Tell me what you think might help.”
Happiest day, my love! You deserve everything and more. I hope to share all your birthdays with you; this would be my deepest pleasure. To support you and watch you shine, to love you and take care of you and your precious heart. To remind you to drink water cause you forget.
Happy birthday to the First Son of the United States, Alex Claremont-Diaz! (What a mouthful!)
We can’t wait to see him again in Red, White & Royal Wedding. ❤️
“I’m sorry, I know you hate when I don’t eat but I was just so desperate to get home.”
The guilt eats away as his tone, smothered slightly but the sob that comes out.
“Oh, Alex…” he sighs softly, sadness threading through his voice as he listens, his chest tightening.
He pulls him back into his arms, holding him close, resting his head gently against Alex’s temple.
“Everyone else went on lunch but I had too much to finish, I didn’t want to stay any later than I had to tonight so I just worked through lunch to get it finished.”
He admits sheepishly, looking away from Henry.
Henry lets him let it out, his hand still moving slowly through his hair and down his back in steady, grounding strokes. He dips his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
“I would’ve had something ready at home for you anyway,” he murmurs softly. “Or we would’ve +
“I just had a really long day, I haven’t slept well all week and it’s hit me hard today. The thought of having to cook when I got home was weighing me down so badly but I haven’t eaten all day and you’ve cooked.” He tries to explain weakly, voice muffled by Henry’s chest.
Henry wraps an arm around his waist, confusion and concern tightening in his chest. One hand slips into Alex’s hair, fingers already moving in that familiar, soothing way he’s always used with him.
“I love you too,” he murmurs softly. “But you’re really starting to worry me.”
Henry frowns, confusion flickering across his face when he notices the tears in Alex’s eyes.
“I’m not entirely sure any of it is actually good, or even edible, but we’ve got two frozen pizzas in the fridge in case it’s awful. I promise I won’t let you starve.”
He quickly sets +
“I’m sorry, love. Dinner’s in the oven; you can rest soon,” Henry says gently.
He follows Alex’s gaze… and yes, he does realize he’s made an absolute mess. But in his defense, he’s still very much a beginner in the kitchen.
“I made shepherd’s pie, and I’m working on a sponge +
“The longest, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
Eyes roaming slowly around the mess that has become of their kitchen.
“What have you been doing?”
Henry turns, a bowl tucked against his hip in one hand, the electric mixer still in the other, its cord trailing behind him. The whole scene would be almost comical, especially given the state he’s in, if it were a film.
“Hey, love!” he says with a soft smile, though his brow +
Alex slowly trudges towards the kitchen, bag dropped in the doorway which is something he never does so just further proof of how tired he is.
“Hey what ha-“ he trails off as he enters the kitchen to see the mess.
“I’m in the kitchen!” Henry calls out, raising his voice so Alex can hear him as he walks in. He switches off the mixer mid-whip, just to make sure he’s heard.
Alex pushes the door open which even that takes a great effort with the exhaustion weighing him down.
“I’m home.” He calls through, wondering where Henry is. Knowing he needs a hug before tackling anything else.
Henry is in the kitchen. Or rather—a disaster zone that used to be a kitchen.
It looks as though a bomb has gone off. There’s flour dusted across nearly every surface, a fine layer of it clinging to his dark hair; streaks of batter mark his apron, his sleeves… even the tip of +
(Cook) @prince0fhearts_
Alex was utterly exhausted from his long day, eyes strained from staring at the same bits of paper for hours upon hours.
He doesn’t remember when he last ate anything to do but the exhaustion weighing his bones down means he can’t think of —