Bucktommy Kiss 7.06

we literally got an oh moment. we witnessed buck's oh moment and it was so beautiful because oliver loves buck as much as we do and we are just so lucky

So, I've had an idea for a fanfiction and I needed to create something before I wrote it.

So, behold! FirstPrince Kingsman AU!

If anyone has any ideas for what they want to read in the fanfiction, comment below!

I'm really excited for this AU!

anyone else fixated on henry wearing Alfred's glasses like a smug cat while they lounge in bed discussing a murder or nah

No, pineapple pizza isn’t on here. It gets too much publicity and I’m bored of it. Pick one of the other ones. (If it’s more than one thing or something else feel free to put in tags)

they're so cute!!!!!!!

What are you looking for?

Little fic snippet I wrote while I should be working, between Alfred and Henry which now live rent free in my brain and takes up toooo much space.

I haven’t finished the show so I might post later when I finish the last episode and then maybe some changes will be made. But to the few troopers in this fandom (I hope we grow) I hope you enjoy

The first time it happens Henry isn’t expecting it. It’s one thing to know what Alfred is, another to so clearly see the contraptions of life he’s caged himself behind, never to act on the desires he’s so adamantly pushes down, reassuring he doesn’t feel them. And in the short amount of time he has known Alfred he's learnt that the man is nothing if not a stubborn bastard, unyielding, determined to keep control so tightly wound around himself he might snap, that Henry has accepted that this is as far as their partnership will go.

So it takes him by surprise as he blinks his eyes open the morning after Alfred had come barging in, high, out of his mind but most unsettling, scared, that had Henry opening his door, letting him close.

Alfred’s body is turned towards him, his touch fluttering lightly across his cheek as the morning light gleams through the curtains. It must be early he manages to think, the street downstairs quiet.

He keeps his face as neutral as he can, doesn’t want to spook Alfred, too intrigued by the development in the man in front of him that he only dares to breathe, his mouth parting slightly as Alfred’s fingers trail downwards, almost reverently on his skin. But Alfred doesn’t seem deterred, he seems slightly transfixed instead, and when his fingers continue its path to Henry’s lips his own hand moves by its own accord, drawn to the other man in a way he can’t quite explain as he touches the surprisingly soft beard, thumb drawing circles underneath Alfred’s eye.

Love how Bodies is this dark time spanning mystery but in the middle of it all they decided to throw in a heartbreaking queer Victorian love story. It’s perfect

Hey 👋🏻 My name’s Alex (she/her), but you might know me as ColorfulThoughts on AO3 (linked in bio and in this post). I thought about making a separate account for my works over here. Reblog, share, etc etc. I apologize in advance for dumping all my thoughts over here, but you can always just ignore any brain dumps and read my works instead 🕺🏻 Anyway, hit me up with whatever you might wanna talk about (my works or everyday life). You’re all cool so here, have a little star ⭐️ (p.s. haven’t been on tumblr for YEARS and I’m a Twitter person so- do with that what you will ♥️)