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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 05/03/2025

Hi if you follow me on twitter pls block and report my account, I just got hacked and I can’t get my account back. If you receive any dms from me pls block, you can follow me on @/ twominutxold

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 25/02/2025

So good to see you!!🫶 . #cliqueart #twentyonepilots Last show of the #clancytourlatam tonight so I had to do something special! Tyler and Josh, we love you so so much, thank you for everything you do! Come back soon<3 🇨🇴🇨🇱🇧🇷🇦🇷🇲🇽

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

olha quem lembrou a senha do bluesky

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 29/01/2025

amigos do brasil atenção: se eu abrisse commissions só pra vcs, vcs gostariam? Eu ainda to resolvendo meu PayPal ent eu n consigo abrir pra fora😭

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Tracklist @tracklist.com.br · 23/01/2025

QUE ORGULHO! "Ainda Estou Aqui" recebeu TRÊS indicações ao #Oscars • Melhor Atriz - Fernanda Torres • Melhor Filme • Melhor Filme Internacional

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

Welcome back to Brazil Twenty One Pilots, So good to see you!🇧🇷💕 #cliqueart #twentyonepilots

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 03/01/2025

All my #rwrxmas fics! Thanks everyone for reading, I will also be uploading to AO3 later

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🩸 miharaikula 🩸 @miharaikko.rwrb.social · 15/01/2025

a very quickly put together thing, because Friends, my beloved 💕 (with the promise of a full fic as soon as I have some free time)

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 15/01/2025

I’ll be there for you🫶 . #rwrb A friends x rwrb au

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Tracklist @tracklist.com.br · 06/01/2025

Fernanda Torres e Selton Mello juntinhos no #GoldenGlobes ❤️

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hn @shitsidrew.bsky.social · 25/12/2024

when henry abdicates, some people said he was stupid for giving up on his title, his power, and his luxurious life. and yet he's still the richest, the happiest man in the world, with his whole world dancing in his arms. #RWRB #RWRBMovie #FIRSTPRINCE

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 23/12/2024

would you still love me if I was a cookie🍪 day 20 of #rwrxmas [ #rwrb #firstprince ]

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 12/12/2024

Part 5 of #rwrxmas! Will I ever post these on their designated days? Stay turned to find out 😭

“Any ideas for our Christmas pictures this year, love? We’re running a bit behind schedule, they should have been published already but I told Shaan we could use outtakes from either our Trooping or our pictures from Mum’s birthday if we didn't have time to take new ones.“ Henry kept flipping paperwork as he spoke, wondering how it seemed that his paperwork multiplied every time he opened his email, and trying to figure out if Pez was slipping him some of his.

“Let’s do something different this time. We’ve done outtakes for the last couple years, and that first Christmas we had together, your Christmas card was you and Bea.” Alex's voice the floor where he was spread out, finishing the last of his first spring semester assignments. Normally he stuck to own study after sharing one was deemed impossible after several incidents of the sun hitting Henry’s hair just right, causing Alex to simply have to stop his work in order to show Henry how he appreciated the sun loving him. But he had made an exception that afternoon, having only to need to give everything a final look through and needing to practice some of his oration skills on Henry for mock court.

Henry looked down, smiling slightly at Alex, who was now lounging on the plush carpet with his closed books and David for company. “Cutting it close, but we can pull something together quickly depending on what you want, I believe.”

“Oh I don't think there'll be much difficulty in what I'm thinking. Just a quick trip to the pet store.”

After a trip to the pet store, security in tow, they returned home with their goods. Henry was still feeling a little skeptical of the plan, but Alex kept assuring him it would turn out cute. Shaan had scheduled the photographer to come that very same afternoon, so they had to move quickly to get ready. Henry had axed the ugly sweater idea, reminding him that they had an ugly party scheduled for the shelter. They ended up reusing the Fair Isle hand knits Catherine had given them for Christmas morning in Sandringham.

Now the task at hand was to get David into his reindeer headband, scarf, and twinkle lights. David was normally fine with clothing and hats in public,the epitome of canine manners, but the moment he was put into a holiday themed article of clothes and was inside his home, all bets were off.

This time he at least felt the pressure of the time crunch they were under, and tolerated them putting on his headband and scarf, until the time came to wrap the small rope of battery operated twinkle lights around him.

“Henry to the left!” Henry darted to his left, losing his balance and almost falling, missing the racing beagle by inches as David bobbed and feinted. Alex was sitting on the floor where he had already fallen when he tried catching David. Henry loathed to command David to sit, feeling crummy every time he had to heel David when he misbehaved at home. But time was running out and they needed these pictures today.

Moving to sit on the couch to catch his breath, he helped Alex get up from his sprawl to sit with him. “Every time. Why does he hate the holidays, it's the 4th of July all over again.” Alex blew out a breath, staring at the dog across the living room who was calmly looking back at them.

Henry groaned, tossing his head back and looking up with frustration. “I think he correlates holidays with my elevated stress levels with having to spend time with the Queen and Pip, which. Not wrong.” Henry turned to look at Alex, who was trying to fix his sweaty curls. “Maybe we should just not have him in the picture?”

“Not have him in the picture? Henry, that's our child! He has to be in the picture!” Alex exclaimed, looking indignant at the thought of David not being in their holiday card. Henry couldn't help but really look at Alex, who was gearing up for an extended rant on how they absolutely could not exclude David. Look at this man who dealt with all of his problems and issues, who loved him regardless of who his family is and was, who treated his dog like his own as well and who he had spent the last 30 minutes chasing said misbehaving beagle with him, and couldn't help but to lean in and kiss him.

Alex kissed back with a fervor, their lust for each other always banked embers ready to ignite. Henry raked his fingers through the curls Alex had just arranged, tugging lightly when he felt a tiny warm body work their way between them. They broke apart to look down at David who was sitting between them, placidly looking between them.

“Henry, grab the lights.”

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 16/12/2024

Part 7 of #rwrxmas! Gingerbread houses!

“Baby, I'm home!” Alex closed the door quickly with his foot, not wanting for the cold wind to get into the warm house. He put down the large bulky boxes he was carrying and toed off his shoes. He bent down to greet David who was patiently waiting, tail wagging fast enough it was a blur against the flooring, and looked up to see a pair of legs encased in comfortable joggers leaning against the wall. He followed their path to see a comfortable warm and old NYU Law hoodie and Henry’ smiling face, a streak of flour against his cheek. Henry had been determined to hand out Christmas cookies to their near and dear, and was a week into recipe testing and tasting. Alex mentally added miles to his run and sets to his lifts if the delicious vanilla, cinnamon, and cloves smell was anything to go by.

“Hello, love. You're home early.” Henry grabbed Alex’s hand as he stood up and stumbled a little, legs feeling stiff from the cold outside. He pulled him closer, putting his arms around Alex’s shoulders, a “Hi, love” whispered in the space between the two, a tiny pocket where nothing else but them existed. Alex put his arms around his waist and pushed him against the wall, Henry's shoulder pushing back against it as he arched slightly.

“Hi, baby,” Alex whispered back, slanting his head to kiss Henry’s lips, faintly dusted in sugar. He kissed his lips softly, with no rush in the world, a gentle touch. Alex left his lips briefly, licking the sugar and spice off Henry had left behind, and leaning down to kiss him, this time a shriek interrupting them as Alex moved his cold hands from his waist to under Henry’s hoodie, cold freezing hands making contact with Henry’s toasty warm skin.

“Get awayyyy, you tosser!” Henry shrieked out as Alex cackled, pushing against him as Alex held on harder and rubbed his cold nose into his neck. Alex finally let him go when the laughter got the best of him and he had to sit down to recover. Henry looked down at him, unamused, as David jumped on Alex’s lap, trying to lick at his face and yipping. “You cretin, you can just stay down there.” He turned on his heel sharply, walking into the kitchen with the stiff steps of a Prince Henry with his hackles up.

“Aww. I’m sorry, baby, you were so warm and smelled so good, I couldn't resist,” Alex said as he grabbed the boxes he had come in with and followed him into the kitchen. He tried his best to look innocent and get Henry's forgiveness, and as he turned away from the kitchen’s island towards him, a slightly raised brow and pinched pouted lips that were holding back some amusement, let him know he had succeeded.

“You are terrible and I hate you,” Henry said, rolling his eyes at Alex's smirk and pointed look at his neck where he knew a hickey from a couple days ago was hiding. Henry felt his ears grow red at that, as he spied the boxes on the counter, took the chance to change the conversation. “What are these then?”

“Gingerbread house kits! Me and June used to do them as kids and would compete to have the best one! We haven’t done them in a while once June started college, and the White House always had the kitchen staff assemble them, so when I saw the whole kits on sale I grabbed a couple for us. Might be fun to do tonight if you’re not too tired of baking today,” Alex said as he looked around the kitchen, sheets of cookies cooking on the counters.

“That sounds like fun, but-“ “On second thought, let’s do them-” Alex and Henry laughed as they talked over each other, each trying to postpone the house making in light of Henry’s not unsubstantial batches of cookies.

“Let me help you put these away, and we can make the gingerbread houses tomorrow. I want you fresh and rested for me to kick your ass tomorrow.” Alex laughed, thinking Henry would too, remembering the time they decided to build David’s lifeguard stand doggy house for the lake house-and the ensuing frustration, screaming, and smashed thumbs.

He turned, glass storage containers in hand to Henry biting his lower lip in amusement. “Is that so,” he said, amusement dripping from every word. He leaned over, elbows on the counter and his fist propping his face, and repeated “Is that so? You think your house is going to be better than mine?”

“I know it is,” replied Alex, putting down the container and matching Henry’s posture.

“Care to make it a wager then, love?” Henry smiled, showing off his gums,normally a sight Alex loved, but combined with the look in his eyes, did nothing but send a shiver down his neck. Still he gathered his wits and continued.

“What are your terms then, H?”

“If you win, I’ll do that thing you like. Yes, that thing,” he replied at Alex’s look of excitement and heat.

“And if you win?” Asked Alex, trying to dampen his visible excitement and remain cool headed.

“A boon. An IOU to cash out later. Within reason, of course,” he added smoothly at Alex's skepticism.

“Within a six month time frame and comparable to the thing,” Alex bargained, trying to narrow down the bets limit.

Henry rolled his eyes, a mumbled “fucking lawyers,” dropped under his breath. “You have yourself a deal, my love.” They shook hands as they each tried to look nonchalant, though each knew the other had already started mentally planning.

“Now, will tomorrow's loser please help me put away these cookies?” Said Henry as he grabbed the container and started layering cookies carefully.

“Sure thing, ba-Hey!”

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 18/12/2024

eu genuinamente não tenho palavras

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Part 6 of #rwrxmas! Stockings and a secret!

“Henry, how many types of stockings did you buy??” Alex put down another halfway open box on the floor, adding to the pile of half open boxes he already had there. He looked up, wincing at the fingerprints he could see on his iPad. He had forgotten to clean it up after his late night FaceTime call with Henry, who was doing some Crown mandated appearances in Ontario and Montreal.

“I wasn't sure which ones I wanted to use,” Henry replied, looking shiftly at something off-screen in the hanger he was at. Henry was waiting for the all-clear to board his flight, and was killing time with him, exhausted after several days of stacked appearances.
He looked back at Alex, a slight pout on his lips that Alex couldn’t wait to kiss. He knew he wouldn't have to wait too long, but sometimes even a few hours of separation felt like too much to bear.

Henry continued, “We went so…eclectic…with our decorations, I wasn't sure which stockings would fit. I haven't had them embroidered yet, I will take them to Lionel’s tomorrow since I have to pick up our alterations anyway.” Alex smiled at the way Henry still seemed delighted at everyday errands, no matter how many PPOs had to follow him like ducklings as he did them.

“Okay baby, sure. How many more boxes are coming in?” Alex asked, as he started to take everything out and break down boxes.

“I..kind of lost track of how many I ordered.” Alex looked up disbelievingly at Henry, who had raised his hands in response, looking sheepish as he said “In my defense, it was when I started the new sleeping pills. We can donate the ones we don't use? Plus! These will be stockings for the living room fireplace. I already have stockings for our suite’s fireplace.’

Alex cocked his head in confusion. “Why didn’t you just get the same set for the living room? Did they sell out?”

Henry bit his lip, visibly nervous. Alex put down the boxes he had been cutting up to squat
down in front of the ipad. “Baby?” He reached over like he could cup Henry’s cheek through the screen, cursing internally that he wasn’t there with him while he was looking like that.

“I tried to pick up some knitting. Percy’s grandmother tried teaching me years ago, but I couldn’t really wrap my head around it beyond casting on. But I was FaceTiming her and Percy for her 94th birthday, and she offered to teach me again after I mentioned you were on a trip with your dad. And it clicked. I’ve been practicing, and I usually just take whatever I make to the shelter’s clothing pickup box. I’ve been working on a set of stockings for us three since October.” Henry exhaled, slightly out of breath after spilling everything out rather quickly.

“Henry, why didn't you tell me? Did you think I would…disapprove or something?” Alex asked, hurt at the secrecy. He wasn't sure if he had done to make Henry not tell him, but he was determined to find out.

“I wanted to keep it to myself until I was making halfway decent things, and then I just kept…not telling you.” Henry looked at Alex, nothing but love in his expression and a sense of shyness. Alex couldn't help but smile back, Henry’s face giving in to his excitement. “Plus, you would have taken me to a yarn store and given me your card and spending carte blanche! I’ve resisted the yarn hoarding as it is, I didn’t have a chance if you encouraged me.”

“Okay, fine. We can talk about remodeling one of the rooms into a craft room for you when you come back. And don’t feel the need to hide anymore if you don’t want to. I want to hear you talk about your projects. Can I see the stockings?”

Henry grinned and said, “I have them packed in my carry on. I can show you once I get home.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”

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Hann @artofobsession.bsky.social · 11/12/2024

"Henry stares at Alex. His eyes are glassy, cheeks ruddy and wet. Alex knows Henry can't blame the rain." ☔ -- from 'This Is More of a Comment Than a Question' by @caterpills.bsky.social

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 10/12/2024

bluesky I’ve been very ia lately, it’s just very hard to manage 4 different socials and also I’m very used to the other app… I’m so sorry I still love you guys😭🫶

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 05/12/2024

Second part of #rwrxmas! A little late but better late than never!

Bringing several trees in from upstate was half the battle. Henry and Alex had decided to have the biggest trees in the most trafficked areas of the brownstone, totalling up to three trees- one in the living room, one in the den, and one in the master sitting room. Bringing them in took all of the PPOs on duty, as well as Henry and Alex. They had also brought in several smaller trees for the kitchen, the game room, and another for the gym after Henry had insisted there needed to be at least some acknowledgement of the holiday in there.

Decorating turned out to be a bit more complicated than they had anticipated.

Because they couldn't decide on how to decorate.

Henry was long used to extremely polished traditional English decorations. Where nothing changed every year and he couldn’t even tell one year from another, apart from the change in photography quality. Everything was old and used and not to be touched, for it belonged to someone's great great grandmother and was worth this much money. Long gone were the days when the Fox’s had decorated his father’s Welsh home in a riot of colors and textures, laughter and joy.

Alex remembered the laughter as they pulled out boxes filled with old ornaments and clay hands made in school. He remembers the laughter as they decorated and strung garlands across the staircase. He also remembers the slammed doors, the heavy silences, and poisoned shouts. Then half done decorations once the divorce was done and to elaborate themes in the White House where his input was never needed.

Suggestions were thrown fast here and there, and rejected just as quickly. “Maybe a no theme would help?” Alex said as he lay on the living room floor staring up at the large trees' empty branches. He looked to the side, catching a glimpse of Henry’s feet as he walked over and handed him a cup of coffee, keeping his own cup of tea still as he sat down cross legged next to him.

“What does no theme entail?” Henry sipped his tea carefully, humming in comfort at the warmth enveloping him. He was quite enjoying making these decisions with Alex, having this repertoire, making his voice heard.

Alex turned around to lay on his stomach, absentmindedly swinging his legs up back and forth, cradling his head in his hands. He looked at Henry, taking in the sight of him as he sipped his tea, sweater paws holding on to the mug. His fuzzy large hoodie had once belonged to Alex, but it looked infinitely better on Henry, Alex decided. Alex scoot in closer to lay his head on Henry’s thighs, turning once more. “No theme is we buy anything that catches our eyes, and then we just put anything we like up. No rhyme or reason. If we don't end up using something, we can take it to the shelter or donate it somewhere else.”

Henry mulled over the idea, running his hand through Aex’s hair and scratching lightly. “No, keep thinking.”

Alex sighed deeply, rolling his eyes, “Alright, baby

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 09/12/2024

Part 4 of #rwrxmas! Including an additional Pez and David

“Henry, I'm sending you out into the snow for more marshmallows if we run out because you keep eating the snowmen you don’t like.”

Henry grimaced, pouting. He looked down at two stacked marshmallows, pretzel sticks for arms and small brown lines of chocolate creating a droopy smile and eyes, and an orange triangle creating a nose that was charmingly too big. He looked at the ones Pez had made, with their perfect proportioned facial features and arms and sighed. “They shouldn't be included, they look absolutely horrendous. Besides, you’ve eaten just as many as I have, I keep splitting them with you.”

Pez looked up from the marshmallow smile he was drawing on, indignancy written on every facial feature. “How dare you, Henry James Edwards? I am merely saving them from being within David’s reach. I am here, pre-saving your dog.”

Said dog perked his head up at the mention of his name from his round fluffy winter dog bed, small body almost swallowed up by the bed’s fur and stuffing. He looked sharply to the left, sniffing hard and getting up from the bed as the key tumblers in the front door turned.

“I’ll be sure to submit your name for knighthood,” Henry said dryly. He looked up at David’s bounding out towards the door, smiling at Alex’s off key singing hello to David.

“H! I’m home!” Alex walked into the kitchen, holding several bulging grocery bags, followed by an excited David. He put them down on the counter. “Hi Pez,” Alex said, standing behind Henry and flashing Pez a smile and wink, he leaned down and kissed Henry on the cheek and neck. Henry tilted his neck instinctively, letting Alex have more space, which he used to blow a raspberry into Henry’s neck.

“Get offfff,” Henry laughed, pushing Alex away as he cackled.

“Couldn’t resist, baby. I’ve brought you more supplies, I had a feeling y’all would burn through supplies.” Alex said, knowing both Henry and Pez had enormous sweet tooths. He raised an eyebrow at their cries of objection, looking to the sid…

“Uh-huh,” Alex said as he unpacked the supplies he had brought. He brought a bowl of marshmallows with him as he sat down to help them make more snowmen. “How many do we need for the shelter again?” he asked as he started to skewer marshmallows.

“About 100, I think,” Pez said as he started to get up and stretch. “And now that your strumpet is here from the wheeling and dealing of D.C., I bid you adieu. I must see a man and a lady about a cat.”

Henry nodded, knowing Pez had taken time away from his busy holiday schedule to come and poke him out of his Alex-less week funk. “I’ll see you in a couple days,” he said as he got up to hug Pez goodbye. “Lock up behind you.”

Alex yelled out a goodbye to Pez as he focused on assembling another snowman. He finished the snowman he was working on, grinning at the small pile he had completed. “Look baby, I am on a roll!” he said with a flourish as he placed the snowman in the pile.

“I can think of other things to be on a roll on,” Alex heard Henry behind him as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Alex stilled, knowing what the tone in Henry's voice meant.

“Oh really?” Alex said as he got up and turned quickly, a smooth move Henry didn't see coming and had his lower stomach tightening. Alex grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. “You missed me, baby?”

“Maybe,” Henry said, voice attempting to stay stoic as his cheeks started to slowly readen. “I know David missed you desperately,” he looked at David’s head poking up and shushed him back to sleep.

“Desperately?” Alex said, as he grabbed Henry's hand and started to speed walk towards the stairs. “Let's fix this desperately then. Be good David!” he shouted as he led a laughing Henry up the stairs, leading David to once more look up at his name, confused at the empty kitchen.

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kei | red white & royal wedding @4rthurfox.bsky.social · 07/12/2024

🔥 TOP GUN FIC IS DONE!!!! 🔥 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/60694993… To the Danger Zone M | 10.2 k | ch 2/2 COMPLETE ✈️ Top Gun!AU ✈️ Enemies to Lovers ✈️ Praise Kink ✈️ Getting Together ✈️ Hurt/Comfort #rwrb #FIRSTPRINCE Celebrating graduation with a fic COMPLETION 🙂‍↕️

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a ⊬ @twominutxold.bsky.social · 04/12/2024

Also happy spotify wrapped day

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