#𝐯𝐢. history huh? bet we could make some

[alexahndar]

@unbound-tales asked: [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape [from Henry, for Alex]

   Fear lodged itself inside Alex��s throat when he finally found Henry. They’d separated them, after the emails had leaked they’d been forced apart and Alex hadn’t been allowed to see Henry. He hadn’t heard from him in weeks either and now … well, now here he was, locked in a gilded cage, as it were. The irony of it, because the bars were quite gold and the room was an unfamiliar one to Alex. He’d only managed to get here because of Shaan, who had been doing everything he could himself to get Henry out, to no avail.

   “My mom has people coming,” Alex said, fingers curled around the bars. Let Henry’s people try to stop his mother, Alex thought. If they didn’t want an international scandal on their hands, they would let Ellen and Alex take Henry away to safety. “We’re going to get you out of there. I promise.”

[alexahndar]

@wcntedmore: cont.

   Alex had done and said all of the wrong things when he’d ended things with Manny. And he’d only ended it in the first place because he was leaving, going off to New York to study law and he couldn’t be focused on a relationship and school because it would never work. At least, that’s what Alex thought. It didn’t help that he had divorced parents and he didn’t have good role models to look up to there, but that didn’t mean he should’ve been a dick to Manny. At least, those were the words that both June and Nora had used. It was June and Nora who told him to quit moping and go back to see him. He was on break anyway, he could apologize. So he stopped by a local flower shop and asked for the best flowers for apology and held those behind his back while he knocked on Manny’s door with his other hand.

   “I know, Manny,” Alex said, nodding, a sad and regretful look on his face. “I never meant to make you feel you weren’t worthy of love. I was just trying to …,” he let out a breath and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I was awful to you and I don’t deserve any forgiveness from you, but I’ve felt terrible for what I did to you and ending things the way I did. That’s not me. And I’m sorry you had to deal with that, that I made you feel that way.” He didn’t expect forgiveness, didn’t expect Manny to want anything to do with him again, but he had to at least let him know he hadn’t meant to hurt him. “You deserve better than what I did to you.”

[alexahndar]

@dutyled: cont.

   Alex was sure what he’s said was fairly obvious, even more, he didn’t think that Nick would jump to the conclusion that he was breaking up with him. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head. “No, Nick. I’m not breaking up with you.” He folded his arms across his chest and leaned tiredly against the wall. “Aren’t you tired of hiding? This thing between us, I mean. I want you to meet people; my family, my friends, my sister. And that’s not possible if we keep hiding that we’re together.” Alex wanted more. Was he selfish to want that? His sister did know about Nicholas, but she hadn’t met him. In fact, she didn’t even know his name, no one did, because Nicholas had wanted to keep this a secret. He was pretty sure everyone didn't believe he was seeing someone at this point. “How long do you expect to hide?” He often wondered if it was himself that was the problem, but Alex wasn’t about to voice that out loud anytime soon. He had enough insecurities and abandonment issues as it was, he wasn't about to bring those up to Nicholas right now.

[alexahndar]

@dutyled: cont.

   “It sounds to me like you’re admitting it now,” Alex replied with a smirk. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was going to do with all of the Wales boys running around. “Hm, maybe. I seem to find myself around your type more often of late. And I’m not complaining about it either. You’re all too pretty for your own good.”

[alexahndar]

@hstoryhuh: cont.

   Alex has got his arm near the stove, if anything to prevent Henry from falling into it. AGAIN. He’s not sure which one of them is more of a disaster, himself or the prince. “Y’d think they would just wait until we gave them our official word, wouldn’t you?” Alex asks, a smirk quirked up his mouth. He gives the dish a stir, stomach growling in anticipation of the meal. It’s another of his father’s recipes, something Henry has requested and something that he won’t deny him. Of course. “The truth very well make most of them faint, don’t you think? And anyway, you’re getting worse than me these days, Henry. I thought that you didn’t like to read what was it called … rubbish?”

[alexahndar]

@dutyled: cont.

   Alex lifted a brow at him. “It didn’t look like ‘just friends’ in that article I read.” He didn’t know it was an old one, magazines bringing up past history to spark interest. “You and I both know that I can’t keep my nose out of magazines, newspapers and social media, even though it would be better for me if I did.” Junes words really, not his own. Then again, June was half as bad as he was. “Two years ago? You’re sure?”

[alexahndar]

@manymusesbym: cont.

   “I wasn’t snooping through your things, if you were wondering,” Alex said defensively, raising his hands up. “Actually, your mom gave that to me. Well, she told me to pass it on to you when I thought you needed it and well … you seemed like you needed it, so there you are. You and your dad look really happy there.”

[alexahndar]

@forrkeeps: cont.

   To say he’s surprised at the hesitation is an understatement, but Alex doesn’t let it show. He knows that Henry’s had a different lifestyle than he does, he’s maybe even never been given flowers before, though he seriously hopes that isn’t the case. And he doubts it, because who doesn’t give flowers to a prince? No, what he thinks the hesitation is for is because he’s likely the first genuine loved one to give him some and Alex makes a mental note to give them to him more often, because Henry deserves them. He’s lovelier than any bouquet, after all, but he knows the other appreciates the gesture all the same.

   Stepping forward, Alex can’t help himself as he presses a soft kiss to Henry’s cheek, near the spot where his smile crinkles into a dimple. This is the smile he’s fallen in love with too, the one where Henry isn’t smiling for the cameras.

   “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said, reaching out to squeeze Henry’s arm. “I saw those on display in the flower shop and knew they had to be yours. And I bought a vase to go with them, too,” Alex said, having put that up on the counter beforehand.

[alexahndar]

@ssolessurvivor

"Are you trying to infuriate your mother? Or is today the day I may get fired?" Logan says it with a teasing inflection and a smile on his face, but either way, he wonders about Alex's thoughts on the matter.

   “My mother has been infuriated by me ages ago. This is *nothing new* to her.” Alex grins, because he can’t help himself. He’s cheeky and sassy most days to begin with. And anyway, Ellen Claremont is most definitely used to his behavior. “As for you getting fired, not on my watch, sweetheart.” He leaned over, an arm reached out across him as he rested it against the wall to hover nearby him. “Why? Do you have a problem? Because you can always tell me to go.” Though it didn’t mean he would stop his intentions unless told otherwise.

[alexahndar]

   “Yeah? It’s one we’ll keep then.” And one day, Alex thought, he’d like to propose to Henry. That was, if Henry didn’t beat him to it. He didn’t want to rush and scare him off though, not when he’d just gotten him back. Alex was willing to do anything at this point to make this work. It amazed even him that he felt so strongly about this, but there had never been anyone else that he had felt this strongly for.

   “The media is ridiculous. Though I wouldn’t put it past us to marry in secret one day,” Alex said with a cheeky grin. No, he would not propose now, but Henry was the one who brought up marriage first. “Remind me to send you some fanfictions Nora has been sending me. They’re rather brilliant, especially when I’m the dashing hero of the story.” Alex knew that he really should stop, with the media and the fiction, but old habits died hard, even more so now that things were more serious with Henry.

   “Maybe I’ll even read a few of them out loud to you, eh? June never would let me before, but ours are much better anyway.” Henry probably didn’t even know what he was talking about, knowing him. “And don’t even get me started on the hashtags, we’ve been all over the place lately and we haven’t even done anything new. It’s like they’re making even more stuff up now or just waiting. But that’s up to us and I’m happy where we are.” Leaning in, he wrapped his arms around Henry, pulling him in close. “You have no idea how glad I am that you gave this a chance, that you fought for us too. I was going mad without you, you know.”

@hstoryhuh

if   he   were   the   type,   henry   would   have   proclaimed   it   from   the   rooftops   -   but   he   quite   liked   their   privacy.   of   course   there   were   pictures   posted   (   from   both   of   them   )   and   appearances   to   be   made   (   they   were   both   still   very   much   in   the   public   eye   )   but   they   had   control   over   what   was   given.   though   their   emails   were   out   there   for   all   the   world   to   read,   henry   liked   to   think   that   they   had   still   managed   to   keep   some   things   just   for   the   two   of   them.

❛❛   your's,   hm?   that's   one   title   i   don't   think   i   mind   at   all.   ❜❜         it   was   all   that   he'd   ever   wanted   really,   since   the   moment   that   he'd   first   laid   eyes   on   alex.   never   could   he   have   imagined   that   they   would   be   where   they   were   now.   henry   had   every   intention   of   holding   onto   what   he'd   almost   lost   at   his   own   hand.

his   eyes   rolled   fondly   at   the   mention   of   the   media.   that   was   one   thing   that   would   likely   never   change.         ❛❛   i'm   sure   they   make   sure   to   mention   that   amongst   all   the   headlines   claiming   everything   from   us   breaking   up   to   marrying   in   secret.   ❜❜         and   those   were   only   what   he'd   seen   today.   the   most   ridiculous   of   headlines   were   often   shared   amongst   their   little   group   in   a   chat   together   -   it   was   a   sort   of   entertainment   for   them.            

[alexahndar]

   “Can’t hold your own drink, Finnegan?” Alex asked in challenge. He could be worse, but he didn’t want to worry Logan too much. Besides, they were here to have fun, which was something he knew the other could do with. His mother could be hard on the staff at times, with good reasons, but that didn’t mean they needed to be serious all the time. And Alex was on good authority to know that some of the crew went out together to have fun on their own. It was just Logan’s luck that Alex took him somewhere little more special.

   He felt a spark as Logan took hold of his hand and Alex looked over at him, meeting his heterochromania eyes for a moment and wondering if Logan felt that too. Probably not. It was just the buzz from the alcohol. They were on the dance floor next and Alex wasn’t shy about swaying his hips, waving his arms in the air with the crowd. He knew the moves to this song and it showed.

   “Not so bad, is it?” Alex asked over the noise, grinning over at Logan, feeling freer than he had in days. Between work, classes and worrying about his mother’s campaign, he didn’t get the chance to let loose very often. Alex stepped a little closer to Logan, close enough that their bodies were pressed together on the dance floor. “Let me show you how it’s really done,” Alex said, gently grabbing hold of the others hips to teach him how to sway to the moves. He wasn’t that drunk, not yet at any rate. But the lights and the sounds and everything around him have Alex feeling like he’s in a haze and it’s not a bad feeling to be in. Later he might feel embarrassed by getting so close to Logan, but right now, he wants to do more. Maybe once they’re off the dance floor, that is if he can convince Logan to go with him.

The challenge wasn't unnoticed, far from it in the softest smirk gracing Logan's lips at the very thought of their first interaction. He squared his jaw to stop that excitement from coursing too quickly through his body, though he still lingered close enough to the First Son to be applicable in doing his job. "If you get mouthy, I might." He murmured under his breath before he listened to the other thing Alex was so intent on saying, and he simply chuckled and shook his head for the moment, this atmosphere something new and just distracting enough for him to conveniently forget to reply to that question.

The mention of drinks though and Logan watched as Alex knocked one back, it momentarily caused the veteran to pause in mild astonishment in sipping his own beer. "Easy there, tiger." He murmurs with a smile, eventually bringing the amber bottle to his lips once Alex had a second drink in his hand and hadn't taken a sip immediately. The music wasn't necessarily bad in this joint, though he actually enjoyed the fact he could feel the vibrations in his bones. However, when Alex exclaimed and started tug tug tugging him out onto the dancefloor, Logan chuckled and went along, deftly changing what Alex was pulling: not his shirt, but sliding his hand into the other's instead.

While Logan wasn't really much of a dancer, regardless of how many times his old military buddies would drag him out on occasion off base so many years ago, Logan knew enough to blend in and fake it. So he did just that in the low lighting, the way his hair fell over his forehead in that way allowing him to scan the room for a moment before he allowed himself to actually relax a bit with the hottest guy in the room.

@alexahndar

[alexahndar]

   LOVE. Love. Did Henry just call him love? It could be a slip of the tongue, but he’d been beginning to learn the British while he’d been here and they were well known for their nicknames. Love was not really one of them, but he supposed it might be for someone another felt that way for. His heard and stomach 8both* fluttered a little at the thought. It was something to think on more later, not when he was pawing at Henry like wild animal.

   “Mhnm, Hen,” he breathed out the shortened version of Henry’s name, hooded eyes watching him as he dropped to his knees. It wasn’t long before Henry had him moaning softly and if he wasn’t careful he would be louder. So Alex pressed a hand to his mouth to stop that while the other fisted itself into Henry’s hair. When did the Prince of England get so good at this?” He supposed when he started going to an all boys university. Alex knew that he should be jealous, but he really wasn’t. “Sweetheart, that feels …,” he breathed out, lowering his other hand to Henry’s hair, guiding him more, not that Henry needed the extra guidance. But he did enjoy the softness of Henry’s hair. They were definitely going to have to straighten themselves up before they left this janitors closet, that was for sure.

This is an exceptionally TERRIBLE idea, and by that, he means Alex. Henry's wanted him for so long that he can't really remember a time when that hasn't been the case, and now that he has him, it feels worse, thinking about losing him again, because that's what's going to happen. It's inevitable, he KNOWS, and yet he can't seem to pull himself away from the other man.

"I think," Henry says, a little breathless in the dark, "I have an idea, love." The term of endearment slips out, he's distracted by the way Alex' lips feel pressing kisses to his shoulder, and Henry feels a blush creeping onto his cheeks and down his neck. "Come here," he mutters, and kisses Alex, before switching their positions, pressing the other against the wall as he drops to his knees.

[alexahndar]

   Usually, it’s Alex who enjoys the rough treatment. He allows Henry to use his full royal authority on him and he loves it. Though it’s something they’ll keep between them, cause anyone might try to use that against him. However, he’s always happy to reciprocate if Henry is in the mood and it seems that he might be right now.

   “Hello sweetheart,” Alex said, pressing his mouth to the back of Henry’s neck. “I think that you can imagine that for yourself, can’t you, dear?” He chuckles softly, a hand lowering to Henry’s bottom and squeezing teasingly. “I’m not letting you travel alone to London again,” he said, voice low as he trailing kisses along his neck, under his ear and to the edge of his shoulder that he could get to. “It has been too long to have you away from me. I think it’s time you make up for that, hm?”

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall. - ( Alex ) @legeandary

It's MORE OFTEN than not that Henry finds himself in this position, especially lately, but with Alex it's always a choice. It's something he wants, not something that's the easiest way out. Sometimes the positions are reversed, on days when Alex wants to be bossed around, and Henry finds that the use of his royal authority comes in handy, but today isn't one of those days, it seems.

"Hello darling," He chuckles, but there's a slight hitch in his breath as his eyes find the other man's and the corners of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly. "Anything I can HELP you with?"