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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.)

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.

“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.

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

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.