Henry Bishop

henry bishop. 28. prince of the usa

[henrybishop]

Henry had been one of the first royals on the scene. He’d been awake working on the radio when he’d seen the fire. It lit up the night sky as he watched the villas rightfully burn. He tried to looked as remorseful as possible as he continued to watch the flames eat away at the building. That being said, Henry couldn’t help but whistle “We didn’t start the fire” to himself as he checked everything out.

“Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray. South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio...”

[celestrixm]

Nightwalker

[henrybishop]

unabashedlyzyra‌:

She had smelt the fire first. Before anyone had even sounded them alarm, that familiar scent that had haunted her dreams when she your younger and sometime as an adult.  It was automatic her movement, her eye still hooded form sleep. Bear foot, in nothing but a tank top and her underwear. Zyra walked out of her room and out the door of her villa. She didn’t see the people as she passed them, couldn’t hear them calling out.

Was she still dreaming?

Zyra continued to walk down the rows of Villa’s toward the orange glow that became brighter the closer she got. Fire; the word register  in her head, but for whatever reason her feet continued towards the blaze. She could feel the heat of it, her eyes burned from it. I should have died, I was suppose to die in that fire. Why did it feel so real? Zyra started blankly at the villa, however instead seeing her family home replaced that of the villa.

“Mom…” she whispered. She wanted to run but she couldn’t of course she couldn’t run she could never run from the fire in her dreams. When she saw the dark figure walking towards her, she shank to her knees and what started as a whisper turned into a blood curdling scream as Zyra yelled for the woman that wasn’t there.

Henry had noticed Zyra standing there almost immediately. Not just her lack of clothing but the look in her eyes. As a soldier, he knew PTSD when he saw it. He saw it in himself more times then he could count but he gave her space, watching, waiting for her to make a move. What he hadn’t expected was the screams, her falling to the ground in obvious pain. 

Immediately he moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her close. His hand rubbing her back to soothe her. As soon as she was somewhat soothed, he immediately moved to pick her up. Wanting to get her as far away from the trigger as he possible could, moving to the Tulach house and his own room. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” He continued to murmur.

[evan-lastor]

Jolting out of bed, the Canadian prince rubbed his eyes at the faint light trickling in the window. His eyes were barely focusing, but the noise of voices that had woke him were still sounding loudly outside of the villa. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, Evan hurriedly put them on and walked out into the living room. There was no sign of Emily, even after his voice called out for her. Something strange was going on and he needed to find out exactly what it was. Stepping out of the villa, the instant smell of smoke and charred material wafted to his nose. Still trying to focus his eyes, he blinked several times but the cloud of smoke billowing in the sky wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Gathering to where the voices were coming from, Evan got a glimpse of the remains of a villa that had been burned to the ground. “Who’s got a marshmallow?” he asked jokingly, despite this not being a pre-Halloween bonfire. Evan had a warped sense of humor after all. Based on the spectacle around him, this had to be some kind of accident. Maybe bad wiring or a kitchen fire? There were so many possibilities but it was hard to think straight with all the chatter coming from different directions. “So what’s the story?” He asked, turning to the first person who approached him. “Accident or revenge?” His lips turned up into a sinister smile, loving any plot involving the latter. 

[henrybishop]

Henry was already there. Standing, shirtless with just a pair of basketball shorts as he watched the fire burn in front of him. It was hard not to smile. Karma was a bitch and nothing short of hell was due to the pirates who had imprisoned them. He saw Evan, giving him a nod as he approached the Canadian prince. “Revenge hopefully. Although we’re not that lucky. All this commotion wake you up too?” 

[rxgueprincess]

“I think there are only so many times someone can walk around this island, before slowly loosing their sanity.” Celestine commented as she held a cup of coffee in one hand the other running over the rocks of the cove as she walked. This was all she seemed to be doing lately, every crevice and detail edged into her mind. Hell she could draw a map of the island with ease if desired. Though despite her active pass times, it didn’t stop the dull ache leaving her chest. The longer she was here, the more prominent that very ache seemed to be hallowed into her. “Do I dare even ask you, what you think is happening out there?”

[henrybishop]

Henry moved to sit down next to Celestine, watching her for a moment before shrugging as his gaze moved to the ocean. “I have no idea.” He said with all honesty, nodding his head as he thought it over for a moment. “Although I’m sure there is something going on. Royals have been going missing for months now. The Rossi’s will want revenge.” He glanced over at her before nudging her, “Your future family.”

[henrybishop]

-OPEN

[henrybishop]

luka-rossi‌:

“Badass?” he questioned, having never seen that side of her. Aria was definitely hot, but she was also his youngest sister’s best friend, which meant that Luka could look, but not touch if he wanted to remain in his sister’s good graces. “If there’s a will, there’s a way. I never doubted you Henry. I knew you’d get in that warehouse with or without using your dick. Congratulazioni!” Luka praised his best friend, but of course not without a bit of mockery. He recalled Henry mentioning Blue before, someone he was clearly sleeping with or had slept with. “Well, as soon as find out if it works or not, let me know. Anything else worthwhile in the warehouse that you could see or get your teddybear paws on?”

“And before you ask, no I’m not sleeping with her.” Henry smirked, “Contrary to popular belief, I can be friends with the female population and not fuck them.” He snickered before nodding, “Thanks, Luka. Your faith in me continues to amaze me.” He leaned over and patted his best friend on the back, “Not really. Most stuff was destroyed, I’m afraid. I want to get back in. Just need a way in.”

[henrybishop]

neptunesbelle‌:

He was right, if he harmed a hair on her head - outside of a friendly sparring match, either her dad or Miles would have his head. “Could be a fun experiment though.” she hummed gently, watching the prince with hazel eyes. “Good luck with that, but pray tell, what’s my fate if you manage to get off this island? Death? Imprisonment? You’re own personal slave?” she teased as her lips moved along his jaw lightly.

She watched as his shirt was pulled over his head and the pirate had to admit the stint in the army had done the Prince wonders in terms of muscle. His kisses were hard, rough, full is loathing and desire; a moan drawn from her lips as he bit her bottom lip harshly. Breaking their recent kiss, she yanked her own shirt over her head lightly.

“When I manage to get off this island...” Henry quickly correct before smirking, “Oh so that’s what you’re aiming for? To be my own personal slave?” He asked, his smirk growing a bit wider in amusement.

Henry was silent, watching as she pulled her own shirt over her head as he pushed away all thoughts of regret. Instead he focused on her, his lips crashing back down on hers as he pinned her back against the floor. His rough hands moving up and down her bare sides, pressing his already hard cock against her.

[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia rolled her eyes at the other. “We both know that’s not true. All the girls always want to be with Mr. America.” She teased. “I’m sure they’re full of compliments. He’s so handsome. Look at that dashing scruff. And those arms.” Sophia feigned fanning her face before chuckling. “We’ll fail everywhere but with fail like royalty at least.” She offered before actually laughing at the idea. “Oh yes, make sure it’s your letterman and then I can wear your class ring around my neck like in all the movies.”

“All the girls?” Henry snorted, “Most women think I’m a neanderthal who can’t string a bunch of words together and thinks only about war. Which is completely correct but still.” He teased back, “I do have nice arms.” He nodded before grinning, “I actually do have a letterman jacket back at home...”

[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia rolled her eyes and shoved the man. “You don’t loser.” She replied before chuckling. “True, but deep down there might be a bit of a good personality in you. Like a diamond in the rough.” Sophia caught the other’s gaze and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s the thought that counts right? Or like the effort that counts? Either way I’m not terribly romantic myself so expected some failures from me as well.” Taking his hand, Sophia chuckled softly. “Aren’t I supposed to casually forget my sweatshirt so you offer yours and then you suffer in the cold but I have a remnant of what you smell like and it turns all romantic because I forget to give it back to you?”

“A diamond in the rough, huh?” Henry smirked, “That’s like the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He joked as they continued to walk, “So we’ll just be failing all over the place? I mean, I don’t hate it.” At the mention of her forgotten sweatshirt, he laughed as he shook his head, “Oh don’t worry I’ll bring an extra one. That way you can wear it and let all the ladies know that I’m spoken for. Is that what you want?” He asked, obviously teasing her.

[henrybishop]

∅ Belle

“I plan on staying as far away from her as possible. I don’t fraternize with pirates and I’m never doing that again.” Henry muttered, “That being said, there is just something about her that I find completely attractive and part of me is worried that I won’t be able to stay away from her.”

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[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia chuckled. “I’ve been with women. But I’m typically more attracted to men. Mainly ones that don’t complain a lot and actually do things and have a personality.” She replied with a shrug of her shoulders before smirking. “Sounds incredibly romantic. I didn’t know you had that in you. I’m starting to see an even newer side of the Henry Bishop.”

“Women eh?” Henry grinned, being the immature male he was as he nudged her playfully. “How do I get in on that action?” He teased before laughing, shaking his head as she mentioned what she was attractive to. “Welp, I’m out of the running then. I’ve got a pretty shitty personality.” He joked before turning to face her, “I wouldn’t call it incredibly romantic. But I mean, if we’re going to get married and shit. I might as well put some effort into us. Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll probably fail more then I succeed.” He said, moving to take her hand before starting to walk with her again. “You should bring a sweatshirt tonight. It gets cold on the beach.”

[henrybishop]

neptunesbelle‌:

“Yes defenceless royals - because I end up on my back because some royal is defenceless.” She wasn’t stupid, there were a lot of Prince’s who had served in their armies because it was what was expected of them. Henry was one of them, military trained, intelligent, a positively lethal combination as shown by her own knife against her throat. She wasn’t stupid enough to completely underestimate his peers. “It might not serve a purpose, but it would be one less Tulach for you to have to watch out for or deal with.” Of course he’d realised what she was up too, and her breath caught as he moved closer, his new position making it near impossible to flip him.

She let out a breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding as the knife was tossed to the side, but she didn’t even turn her head to look at it. Her attention hyper focused on the royal who had her pinned to her floor. As his thumb ran along her bottom lip, she gasped lightly and as his lips found hers, she moaned gently against them.

“You and I both know that you could easily dispose of almost all of the royals currently on this island...” Henry pointed out, meeting her gaze as he gave her a cocky smile. “I honestly doubt that if I killed you right now, that the rest of the Tulach family would allow me to live.” He pointed out, “Don’t worry..” He trailed off, “I’m going to get off this island. I’m just biding my time until I do.”

Henry knew he was an idiot. He usually was around pretty females. He never intended to kiss a pirate but here he was, kissing Belle Tulach, one of the most wanted pirates in the world. Still, he didn’t stop. If anything he kissed her harder, teeth scraping against teeth, biting hard on her bottom lip. Subconsciously getting out all of his frustrations out on one of the sources of such annoyances. He pulled away for a moment, pulling his shirt over his head before leaning down to kiss her again.

[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

“Yes you’re eyes. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the mirror.” She teased before chuckling. “You’re not a pretty boy. They’re not really my type anyway.” Sophia hummed and then rolled her eyes with a grin. “Bigger is always better and that actually sounds nice. It’d be a nice kind of escape from this madness.”

“Oh really?” Henry smirked, raising an eyebrow over at Sophia. “And what is your type exactly? Don’t tell me you’re into women or something. That would be a total let down.” He teased before laughing, “Alright then. It could be fun. I wouldn’t mind some time away from all these fucking pirates. I’ll even get us something to cook or something. It’ll be romantic.”

[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia rolled her eyes at the other. “Your eyes are. The rest of you.” She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “But you’ve got those pretty boy eyes.” She teased, taking his hand and sliding the ring on slowly. “Yours are smaller. And I’ve never actually been camping outside of my backyard.”

“My eyes?” He snickered, shaking his head before laughing. “I guess I’ll accept that. Better then being a total pretty boy.” Henry shrugged, “Just because yours are bigger, doesn’t mean they’re better.” He nodded before grinning again, “Want to go camping on the beach tonight? I’ll set everything up.”

[mrchandlerbings]

[luka1rossi-deactivated20210906]

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[henrybishop]

sophiaofcanada‌:

“Oh it’s those pretty eyes of yours, they give it right away.” Sophia teased before looking down at the ring. It didn’t look terrible. “Of course. Us Canadians are terrifying creatures you know. We come from the lands of bears and wolves and moose.”

“Pretty eyes?” Henry smirked, “I don’t think there is anything pretty about me, darlin’.” He teased, handing her a ring and his hand for her to do the same thing. “I’m pretty sure America also has bears and wolves and moose. But I’ll let you have this one. You ever been camping before?”