But You're Not King! ...Not Yet.
Nicole Cliffe

Falstaff picked up his dagger, carved a bite-sized morsel from the bird’s breast, speared it on the tip of his blade, and brought it to Hal’s mouth.

Night on Fic Mountain reveals are here! This is the thing what I did.

That Falstaff so frees audiences within and without the play-world of the Henriad is inarguable. But distinguishing between the mythic figures of Bacchus and Silenus, whom Wilson’s phrase treats synonymously, may enable us to see that it is not Falstaff but Prince Hal, ultimately King Henry V, who functions as the true Bacchus, or Dionysus, of the history plays. Falstaff is his Silenus, the fat, old, drunken companion who lends humor to Dionysian celebration. According to Greek myth it was Silenus who tutored the wine-god in the god’s youth and who later joined Dionysus’s entourage, a pattern which in some respects prefigures Falstaff’s “misleading” and following of the young Prince Hal. And it was Dionysus whose yearly theatrical festival symbolically accomplished the rejuvenation of the ancient Athenian state, just as Hal/Henry’s performative skill restores health to a late medieval England “diseas’d,” “infected,” and “rank” with civil strife (2 Henry IV 4.1.54, 58, 64).


[looks fondly at character]

ah, there he is. that motherfucker. what a tool

42 plays


'Hal's hereditary right to the throne will not bear careful scrutiny…Any theory of divine right – whatever it may have meant to Shakespeare – had to go by the board because Hal was destined to rule England at a time potentially so turbulent that the ability to maintain civil order must, of necessity, take precedence. Shakespeare's primary dramatic move in the direction of Hal's political justification was bold and simple: his right and his capacity to rule are covertly equated. Both parts of Henry IV make it perfectly clear that the political survival of England wholly depends on the state of Hal’s moral health. In both parts the question on everyone’s mind is not whether he belongs on the throne by right but whether he is morally acceptable.’

––Alan Gerald Gross, ‘The Justification of Prince Hal’, 31

headcanon: this kid is Hal


Prince: But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it a fair pair of heels and run from it?

I banish thee, on pain of death.

Are you a Navel-Gazing Brooklyn Boho? If only you had a hit TV show and wardrobe of unflattering Peter Pan collared-dresses like Lena Dunham! But you’re so close to full-fledged self-absorption with your Chinese character tats and low-paying job in publishing.

You need a guy who: Makes you feel worse about your body than you already do, but will also be the heart-breaking subject of your best-selling memoir later on.

Meet: Prince Hal. Before he became the honorable Henry V, Prince Hal was a spoiled rich kid who partied hard and loved a good prank, like a Kennedy! He’s just the kind of guy who might take an interest in the intellectual girl in the corner, if only to win a bet with his drinking buddies. And you can bet he’ll never call back! But think of the advance on your book: Prince Hal & Me:The (Dis)Courtesy of Kings.

The Prince’s Shadow: a shipping manifesto



with thanks to angevin2 for her help with Elizabethan innuendo


Henry IV, Part I
Henry IV, Part II

More specifically, The Hollow Crown (2012).


William Shakespeare





Prince Hal, aka Harry, is Prince of Wales and heir to the throne. Once his dad kicks it, he becomes King Henry V (and sometimes Harry le Roy). Dude has names out the wazoo. On the surface, he is a medieval frat boy who spends all his time boozing and whoring it up in common taverns with people far below his station and is generally a huge embarrassment to his dad, King Henry IV. In reality, as his very first soliloquy reveals, all this partying is just an act so that everyone will be even more impressed when he becomes king and casts his partyboy past aside to be super competent. He’s gonna be a legend, damnit, and he’s got the whole story already planned out.


Edward Poins, aka Ned and often just Poins, is the second son of a random nobleman, which means while he’s technically aristocracy, he will inherit no land or titles. Traditionally, second sons go into the church or the military to make their way in the world. Poins has decided to screw tradition and settled on petty thievery for a career. Like Hal, he spends a lot of time at Mistress Quickly’s tavern (The Boar’s Head). In The Hollow Crown specifically, he’s very quick to answer insult with violence and hates Falstaff’s guts.

This being Shakespeare, there are of course alternate character interpretations buzzing around. Feel free to pick one at your own discretion.


No, seriously, they do crime.


(Snuggling in Snuggies gifs courtesy of matafari)

Among other things.Like each other.

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So, this is the best thing.

Oh my god, “the Universal Gaze of Already Tapping That”, that is brilliant. Also “If you enjoy tragedy, climb aboard the HMS Hal/Poins, because this is the ship for you.”. Yes.

(also, re: fic, I feel I should point out that if anyone’s interested, I have a Henry IV modern AU that I wrote a few months ago, it’s about 39k and is both plays, but is Hal/Poins, of course [and is what I made this photoset about]. I wasn’t going to post it because, well, it’s long and the shippers are few, but if anyone’s interested, I could post it, or just the first chapter so people could see what they think?)

fuck yes post that fic please

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandoms: The Hollow Crown (2012)

Relationships: Henry V of England/Edward “Ned” Poins

Additional Tags: terminal illness, less-terminal-than-expected illness, kicking historical accuracy in the teeth, haunting, mental illness, hallucinations

Words: 3,286

Chapters: 1/4


In the year of our Lord 1422, in the Château de Vincennes near Paris, France, the King was dying.

He knew it, though his lords and physicians were loathe to say as much. He knew it from the ache of his withering muscles; the roiling, burning, stabbing in his gut; the slow, dry burn of his fever; the stench of death that filled the room.

Furthermore, Bardolph had told him so.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Hollow Crown (2012)

Characters: Richard II of England, Henry “Hotspur” Percy, John of Lancaster, Henry V of England

Additional Tags: Identity

Collections: Yuletide 2012

Words: 1647


Summary: Hal grows up to be a king.

Hal is seven years old when he is first brought to court. His father leaves him behind, to go in to see the King on his business, and Hal gapes up at the walls of the palace, watching the pennants snap in the wind. He is tall for his age, but extremely thin, as though his limbs have been stretched on the rack.

“Hey!” someone shouts. Another boy is crossing the forecourt toward him: he seems no older than Hal, but smaller and stockier, with a bully’s heavy brow and Northern vowels. “Hey, toothpick! Where did you come from?”

Hal draws himself up. He is the king’s cousin, a good archer and an excellent Latin scholar. He will not, he decides, be spoken to in that manner. “I’m Henry Monmouth,” he says, “and I’d rather be a toothpick than a Scotsman’s bastard.”

In the next moment, Hal realises that he may not have quite thought this through. The other boy is on him at once, fists and elbows, shouting, “You take that back, you lily-livered ginger son of a whore!”